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[gossamer-sky]

Heya, Abby! 💕 I'm new to your blog and OML I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT BIG TIME! CAUSE DAYUM THOSE HCS!!!! 🔥🔥🔥😳

So, I'd like to request A, I & K for Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi & Sirius, pretty please~ 😄

Keep up the amazing work and stay healthy, love!💕😘

Venus 💖💖😭 thank you so much for your kind words, omg; hope you are staying safe as well! 💘

Mitsuhide

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Answered here 💕

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- He loses all of his silver-tongued words the moment he slides into you

- Gaze so gentle, like he’s shocked you’re here; underneath him, surrounding him

- Tell him that you love him and he falls apart

- Spine curving into you, wanting as much skin-on-skin contact as possible

- He presses his hands tight on your body, fingerprints saying what he can’t voice out loud

- And sometimes

- When he’s too overwhelmed by the force of his own feelings for you, he has to hide his face; sting of tears pricking at the back of his eyes

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- You perhaps push him a little too far one day, draped over him where he sits at his desk, lashes fluttering

- Teasing just enough to get him hard, and then flitting away before he can retaliate

- Well, he can’t have that

- Later, he ties your wrists just tight enough to sting, eyes dark with intent

- He doesn’t even bother untying your obi sash, simply pulling a knife out and slicing cleanly through the offending fabric

- All the breath rushes out of your lungs, why is that so hot

- He bares you to his gaze, wicked smirk on his face, saying, “Do try to keep quiet, little one.”

- He holds your hips down and proceeds to tongue-fuck you into the stratosphere; until your whole body is electrified, and you’re soaking his face and the futon beneath you

Hideyoshi

A = Aftercare 

- He’s attentive x1000, way more intense than he is in every day life

- He’ll get you whatever your heart desires, a snack, a drink, a blanket, he’ll pick you up and carry you to the bath if you need-

- You practically have to tie him down to keep him still, grabbing his head and looking into his eyes as you tell him you just need him

- He draws you into his arms, one hand rubbing your shoulders and the other in your hair

- Kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, your shoulders with fluttering kisses as he tells you how much he loves you

- Then he kisses your mouth, overwhelmingly gentle

I = Intimacy 

- There’s always an undercurrent of affection to his touches, even if you’re in a rush

- He’ll lace your fingers together, squeezing when he thrusts in

- Or bend to press a kiss to your knee when he’s spreading your legs

- And his smile, oh god, it should be illegal

- Even if he’s being rougher than usual, he’ll tell you how much he loves this, how precious you are to him

- When he’s going down on you, he’ll leave one hand resting on your lower stomach, thumb rubbing in small circles that make you shiver

- Wants to be close to you at all times, even if you aren’t doing anything sexual

K = Kink 

- He doesn’t really broadcast it unless he has to

- But he’s strong

- Strong enough that he can pin both of your wrists above your head with one hand; halting any movement with just a flex of his biceps

- It’s so fucking hot

- Probably wouldn’t have went down this path on his own, but when your eyes light up and mouth drops open on a moan at his show of strength, well

- He gets really into manhandling you after that; throwing you up against walls and railing you

- Often trains where he knows you’ll see it, shoulders bunching as he swings his sword

- Slides his very solid thigh between yours, and you nearly start dripping at the feel of it

- His hands on you, putting you where he wants you it just really gets to you okay

Sirius

A = Aftercare 

- It takes him a little bit to wind down after sex, not slipping immediately back into his responsible persona

- You love that he’s more selfish like this

- Holding you tight against him, gravely voice whispering for you to stay this way, just for a little while longer

- And really, there’s no possible way you could say no when he says your name like that

- More possessive than he usually is, fingers stroking through your hair, down your back

- He likes to listen to your voice, sometimes asks for you to ramble about something just so he can bask in your presence

I = Intimacy 

- He can be one romantic man, that’s for sure

- But what you really like is when he’s commanding

- It seems that he knows your body better than you do, and he plays you like an instrument

- He’ll rub the pads of his fingers so lighting between your legs, barely even touching you

- “Is this where you want me, hmm? Right here?”

- Fucking hell he’s just too much

- When he slides in, he’ll squeeze your hips between his palms, letting out a long, slow breath

- Then he’ll tell you how well you’re taking him, as he pounds in on short, hard thrusts

K = Kink 

- There’s a masquerade ball that the two of you go to, arriving separately

- Of course he recognizes you instantly; glow of the lights reflecting off your hair, the sweet smile when you see him, the way your eyes brighten

- But when he goes to you, you play coy

- It settles low in his gut, the mystery; two strangers with an instant attraction, unable to contain themselves

- The tension heightens throughout the night, dancing together just a touch too close

- Until eventually you find yourselves in a forgotten garden and he can’t help himself anymore

- He skims his fingers beneath your clothes and you gasp; the tension breaks then, a frenzy to get as close as possible, his hands shaking in an effort not to rip your pretty outfit right off you

- You fuck like that, still fully clothed, masks on; trying so desperately hard to stay quiet

- You both return to the party significantly more disheveled than when you left

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[angelst4re]

Hello babe!! I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing, I love love love your page with all my heart! I was wondering if you could do a Jamie smut, where he’s in his counterfeit era doing a tour meet and greet with fans where he meets y/n and takes interest in her, flirting with her a little as they meet for the first time. He ends up finding her with her friends after the meet and greet and at some point she ends up back on Jamies/Counterfeits tour bus after her and Jamie get to know each other better. The rest of the band meets y/n and after meeting her they all go out for a drink (or something) inviting Jamie and y/n to come with but they both decline the offer leaving Jamie and y/n in the bus alone together…and then smut. smut. smut. and smut. 🤭🖤

omg when i first saw this request i knew i was gonna love writing it... and i did!! so i hope you love it darling <3

Rockstar- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: you go to a meet and greet with your favourite band and find yourself drawn towards one particular member...

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, if you don't like this or feel uncomfortable then please don't read it my love!

notes: this isn't the fic about the page he follows on instagram!! that one's coming soon hehe :) i feel like i rushed this but i really wanted to post something today... so here you go! (also i'm literally 5 followers away from 600?? ILY ALL SO MUCH!!!! <33)

You have waited in the cold for 5 hours today, all for a band you have loved for three years. You didn’t mind, neither did your friends. You were all too happy about the fact that you managed to win some VIP tickets so you could meet the band in person after the show.

Your friends giggled as Sam looked over towards the three of you, he was their favourite from the group. You told them that you didn’t have a favourite, that you liked them all equally, but your mind was telling you otherwise when you locked eyes with Jamie. Jamie Bower.

“Hi sweetheart!” He grinned as you walked towards him, his arms open for you. It was as if he was meeting a friend he had not seen for years.

You squeaked out a ‘hello’ against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, his eyes still looking into yours as you pull back from the hug, “what’s your name, dear?”

You tell him your name, quickly becoming aware of how his hand was still on yours. You quickly lift it, twirling your hair to keep your hands occupied.

Suddenly, every conversation you had planned in your mind for this moment has disappeared. You worried that you created an awkward silence between the two of you, all you could think about was how hot he looked in person.

“I hear that a lot, y’know.” He smirks. Fuck. Did you say that out loud?

“So,” you begin, trying to ignore what he had just said, before asking him how long he’ll be in your town for.

“Just a few more days, we’ve got a busy month so it’s like a little break for us. Are you from here?”

“Yeah, but my friends aren’t.” You say, looking across the room to where they stood, blushing at every word Sam said.

“They seem to like my brother.” He chuckled.

“He’s their favourite, Bethany even has him as her lockscreen.”

“And who’s your favourite, darling?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, thinking he knew what the answer would be- yet you were about to surprise him.

“I don’t have a favourite. I love you all equally.”

Jamie chuckled again, shaking his head.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart, I don’t like liars.” He said, a little quieter than before, a wide smirk on his lips as you were lost for words.

“Well, maybe there is an exception,” you say, also quietly, before realising the shift in atmosphere. Sensing the tension between the two of you, you quickly changed the conversation topic. “There’s a great bar in the town, y’know. I know you don’t drink anymore, but they do non-alcoholic cocktails. You should check it out before you leave.” You say, a sweet smile creeping on your lips as you find the place on your phone and show him.

“And will you be there?” He asks.

“Maybe I will.” You say, slipping your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.

It was time for you to leave so the next group could meet the band, so Jamie asked you for a hug- which you couldn’t refuse- before thanking you for coming out to see them and also for your recommendation of the bar.

You and your friends left with the biggest smiles on your faces, they told you about how Sam called smiled at them and called them both “sweetheart”, you wouldn’t dare to tell them about the way Jamie would look at your lips, how his hand lingered on your waist after the final hug or the way he spoke to you, creating a heavy tension that you quite enjoyed to tell the truth.

They also didn’t know that you were off to (hopefully) meet him again tonight.

When you got to the bar, you went to get a drink as you expected you would have to wait a while to see if Jamie would turn up or not. You felt stupid for not asking for his number, if you did and he didn’t give it to you then you would’ve felt even sillier.

“That’ll be 3.99 please.” The bartender said, placing the drink down in front of you.

As you reached into your bag to find your credit card, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll pay, darling.” Said a familiar voice.

Jamie!

“You came?” You said with a smile as you turned to face him.

“Don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.” He chuckled, “I was hoping you’d turn up, I’ve had to miss an interview to come here.”

“You didn’t have to-”

“I’m only here for two more days, I’ll be doing tons of interviews whilst we’re on the road. Missing one won’t hurt.”

The two of you spent over an hour at the bar, ordering countless drinks (non-alcoholic!) and getting to know each other. You had discussed your favourite movies, bands, tv shows, albums… you had found out you have quite a few things in common, and that you were also total opposites at the same time.

There was no denying that you got along very well, there was never an awkward silence or a moment where you wished to be doing something else, unless-

“So,” Jamie said, almost hesitating before asking you, “would you maybe like to come back with me, go somewhere a bit more comfortable? Our tour bus is only about 10 minutes away?”

“That sounds fun,” you said with a grin, “will the others be there?”

“They’ll be getting back soon… Why do you ask, love?”

“No reason,” you smirk, “I’ve always wanted to see what those buses look like.”

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Jamie paid for all your drinks and you made your way back to his tour bus, you were glad to see the other guys weren’t back yet- although it would have been nice to meet them.

“There’s so much space in here!” You gasped, looking around.

“I know, our last one wasn’t as big as this. We got quite lucky this time.” He said, a smile on his face.

“So,” you begin, sitting down beside Jamie, “where else are you going-”

You were interrupted by the door opening- the others were back.

You felt quite disappointed, you hoped that you and Jamie would’ve had a chance to resolve some of that tension from earlier.

“Jamie?” Roland gave Jamie a look to say ‘who is this?!’

“Oh, this is y/n, we met at the meet and greet, I bumped into her again earlier and, well, now she’s here!” Jamie said, giving you a quick look as if to say ‘go along with it!’

You nodded your head.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said with a smile, although the others seemed to be discussing something else now.

“We’re going out for drinks soon, do you want to join us?” Sam asked you and Jamie.

You shake your head slightly as Jamie tells him you’ll both stay here, and they were quick to leave again.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n.” Sam smiled as he left, you thought about how jealous your friends would be when you tell them all about this.

But now that you and Jamie were alone again, your mind only went to one place.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from the way his hair sat messily atop his head, or the way his muscles in his arms flexed as he stretched, his tattoo peaking through his half-buttoned up shirt. You felt your face flush, it was surely a deep pink by now. You had to get up.

“What’s this?” You ask, looking at the notebook that sat on the table.

“Our tour diary,” said Jamie, “you can look through it if you want. We always write in it when we’re on tour, and even put some pictures in there if we can be bothered.” He chuckled.

You looked through it, unaware of his presence behind you. He looked over your shoulder, watching you flip through the book.

As you turned the page over, you accidentally knocked the pencil beside it onto the floor.

You bent down to pick it up, flinching in surprise as you felt your ass press against something.

Jamie?!

Oh shit.

You didn’t know what to do, you were definitely bright red in the face now.

You felt Jamie’s hand on your hip as you got back up, placing the pencil back on the table.

Something in the air had changed at that moment. You turned around to apologise to him, but as you looked up at him you saw how his pupils had dilated, his lips slightly parted, his hand was still on your hip.

“Jamie, I’m-”

“Shh…” He placed a finger on your lips as he leaned down, placing a delicate yet needy kiss on your neck.

He then replaced his finger with his lips as he kissed you with nothing but pure desire, he needed you, almost as much as you needed him.

He had you pushed up against the table, your hand tangling in his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gave it a gentle tug and he let out a deep groan against your lips.

Jamie helped lift you onto the table as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you- all without breaking the kiss.

“Do you want this?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes- fuck yes.” You whined, feeling the way his hips bucked into yours.

You gasped as you felt his hand sliding down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. He was quick to unbutton and unzip them, sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. Your hands came up to unbutton his shirt, thankfully there weren’t many to undo and the fabric soon fell to the floor. His hands grabbed the hem of your top, pulling over your head in one tug and throwing it to the side, leaving you in just a bra, and Jamie in his jeans.

Jamie’s lips trailed sloppy, wet kisses down your body, from your jaw, to your collarbone, to above your bra, your stomach, then he stopped just above where you needed him the most.

He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as he kneeled between them. He took in the sight of you- you would have usually felt quite insecure in this position, but he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He ran his thumb through your slick folds, parting them slightly before teasing your clit in small circles. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as your nails dig into his shoulder.

He soon had his face buried in your cunt, his mouth working your sensitive nub as his fingertip grazed your hole, gently slipping it in. You let out a moan, followed by his name, before realising-

“Fuck- Jamie, what if anyone comes back?” You panic, getting ready to push him away, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he slips another finger into you, his eyes meet yours and he says,

“They won’t, darling. It’s okay.” He quickly reassures you before returning his lips to your messy cunt, suckling your clit with more force than before. You rake your fingers through his hair, the pleasure he gave started to become too much, you could feel it on your stomach.

“I think… Jamie, I think I’m about to-”

“That’s okay, baby. Cum all over my fingers, that’s right, good girl.” He talked you through your high, your cunt pulsed around his fingers as your thighs trembled. You threw your head back, screwing your eyes shut as you grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, the wave of euphoria rushing through your veins. “Good girl.” He repeated, placing a kiss on your thigh as his fingers slipped out of your pulsing hole.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, grinning lazily at him as he stood up.

“Was it that good?” He chuckled, if you weren’t completely blissed out in that moment then you surely would’ve slapped him (playfully of course!)

You looked down to see the tent in his jeans, you reached out to help him undress but instead he helped you up and led through to what must have been the bedroom. There were 5 beds, they all had curtains around them for privacy. Cute.

Jamie pushed you down onto one of the beds, you hoped it was his. You shuffled back a little, your head resting against the pillows as he undressed, before joining you on the bed. You instantly pulled him down, crashing your lips into his once more.

“I’m on the pill.” You say between kisses as you reach down, taking his cock into your hand.

You give him a few pumps, before he takes your wrists, pinning them above your head and whispering in your ear,

“They stay there. Understand?”

You nod your head.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He says, you feel the tip of his cock rub against your folds, your body shudders due to the overstimulation.

He positions himself, lining his cock up with your slick hole before beginning to push inches of himself inside.

You whimper, half from the burning stretch of your walls, half from frustration. You wanted to hold him against you, run your fingers through his hair, claw your nails at his back to relieve the pain.

He let out a groan as you feel him fully inside you, your walls clench around him involuntarily and he screws his eyes shut, you loved the way he filled you up.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, beginning to thrust his hips, fucking in and out of you, “when was the last time you were fucked like this?”

“Last year,” you gasp, “mm- but he wasn’t as good as you.”

“That’s right, darling,” he says, his hand sliding up from your waist to your throat, “no one else can fuck you like this.”

His other hand pushed down on your lower stomach, creating a delicious pleasure that made you squirm around on the bed.

“Stop moving, baby.” He said, his pace getting quicker and quicker.

“Jamie,” you whimpered, “please… I need to touch you.”

“Go on then, you can move sweetheart.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and capturing his lips in a rough kiss. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, as if he wasn’t literally inside you.

“I’m close, darling.” He told you, although you guessed when you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Me too,” you whimpered, feeling the pressure in your belly building, as if you were about to burst, “cum inside me, please.”

“Are you begging for my cum, love?” He chuckled, his thrusts beginning to get sloppier.

“Fuck- I am.” You grinned, your eyes screwing shut as you came undone again with a loud moan, one which sounded rather pornographic.

It didn’t take long for Jamie to finish either, not with the way your walls pulsed around him. You felt the warmth of his seed rush into you, painting your walls, leaving you feeling even fuller. It felt perfect.

Jamie moved the two of you around, so you were now on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside you as you lay on his chest. You both catch your breath, coming down from your highs together- but your heart starts to race again as you hear the sound of a door slamming shut. Followed by a,

“Jamie, what the fuck man?!” It was Tristan. “Don’t tell me you two fucked in here-”

“I think I’m going to be sick!” Roland groaned.

[twigg96]

Hi! I really love your metalocalypse headcanons (I'm literally ALWAYS starved for metalocalypse content). If you haven't already answered something along these lines, would it be alright to ask for headcanons about the band + Charles and Magnus trying to court a really shy S/O?

Hi Anon!! Omg thank you so much this is such a cute idea I love it ❤️❤️🥺🥺 yes I’ll definitely write some HCs for you. I hope you like them!!

Nathan is a big old Himbo who despite all attempts, can not read emotional cues to save his life. Despite what everyone says, he’s a big soft teddy bear on the inside. Now… that doesn’t mean he doesn’t look like a terrifying meathead on the outside to any strangers out there. Because… he does. When he first met his future partner at the time he was certain he had broken them. They had stared at him like a deer in the headlights, glancing between his intimidating facial expression and his bulky size. Nathan took their reaction to be a pure rejection and sulked on the couch eating chips for the rest of the party glaring or growling at them every time he caught them staring too long at him. It wasn’t until several days later when Skwisgaar came to tease him about the “cuties that ams havingks a little baby's crush” that he realized that they might have been staring for a totally different reason. But still, he mulled on the thought for a long time. Any time they crossed paths and they ran away or simply stared he felt like he repelled them not attracted them. It confused him to the end but also endlessly piqued his interest. He tried talking to them every day despite his anxiety that Skwisgaar was fucking with him, smiling at their tiny squeaks when he first started a conversation. He felt so prideful when he got them to open up and say a few words. Then eventually full sentences and conversations. He doesn’t always understand why they’re so shy. They’re amazing and perfect in his mind. It wasn’t long before he felt completely enamored, but he could never tell what they were thinking, which threw him for a loop. Going to his dad for advice, he realized that he just needed to trust his gut. On the next day when he saw his S/O, they took a walk together through the halls of Mordhaus. Nathan talked about the ocean and how brutal it was before stopping abruptly. “Do you like… want to go to the ocean… with me one day?”

Pickles could tell his partner was shy from the moment they met. He tried his hardest to accommodate them. And for the most part, he was successful. He helped them out of the stressful party they were in to slip away for a moment to help them take a breath. He didn’t talk to them much just introduced himself and made his presence feel safe. He knew how hard it was to trust people who didn’t feel that way. They stayed in the courtyard of Mordhaus simply existing. Pickles kept an eye on his future S/O, making sure they were comfortable in the cool fall air. He gave them his scarf drumming up a simple conversation that was easy to follow. He didn't make them respond, instead, he simply told them stories about the time he spent in Snakes and gave them a little air tutorial on the drums making them laugh and giggle at his exaggerated movements. After the party Pickles and his future partner kept in contact via text and social media. Once they felt comfortable enough his S/O even ventured to call him once they had gained the confidence to. However, Pickles couldn't stop himself from flirting with them despite the way they'd squeal and deny every compliment he gave them. "Ya know... I do love ya right?" He asked one day while toying with their hair. Watching their face turn bright red they sat in silence for a moment as they simply smiled back in response. "It's ok... you don't need to tell me it back er nothin' yet... I just need you to know."

Murderface had truthfully believed from the bottom of his heart that his future partner was playing a game with him. He believed that they were just "hard to get." So instead of doing the right thing and providing space for his S/O. He chased them RELENTLESSLY. It got so bad that he started Facebook stalking them. Messaging them on various accounts all in an effort to try and gain their attention while telling everyone. "Damn this person is Scheriously into me." It worked however to get his partner out of their shell over time as their messages stopped being "M: Hey bb wyu2?" to "M: Tell me more about (thing S/O is seriously passionate about). I know there had been a problem with something the last we talked." Eventually, his S/O agreed to meet him in person for a date. The problem... he had been using an alt with a photoshopped photo of himself with a 10-pack of abs. William debated on cancelling on his shy S/O but knew that would only shatter their trust in him more. So on the day of the date, he arrived, in a corset. His S/O nearly dropped their Taco Bell when they first saw him, squashing out the sides of his corset. Placing their food down on a table they had to stop themselves from peeing themselves laughing before pulling Murderface down for a kiss. “You’re perfect no matter what. I care about YOU. Ya big silly.”

Toki thought it was the funniest thing in the entire world that his crush was shy. He loved their pink blush and the way they clammed up when they got flustered. He met them at a meet and greet. But it was love at first sight for him. Writing his number onto a slip of paper he handed it to the hottie as they turned to leave winking cheekily and giggling as they squeaked and ran away. Weeks passed while Toki swooned over the "one who got away". Nathan simply ignored it altogether, eating his chips and turning the volume up higher on the television. Murderface tried to avoid Toki when he was all swoony, but he always got caught up in some pity party. Pickles would try to distract Toki for as long as possible before pawning him off on someone else. Normally this person was Skwisgaar who could handle him for much longer than the others. However, Charles had more than enough of Toki's behavior and invited Toki's crush over himself for "a short one-on-one interview with Toki." The guitarist was thrilled to see them again, inviting them to do fun things like build model planes and play video games. The day quickly turned into a date and Toki found himself with much more than just their number by the end of the night.

Skwisgaar is delicately tactful when he meets his future partner. He can tell they feel uncomfortable with his normal grand personality so, he simply tones it down. He's careful with his words, watching for any progress and cursing the world when his bandmates were too loud or did things that obviously scared his S/O back into their shell. It wasn't until the next they met that they had a moment alone. Skwisgaar again focused deeply on making his S/O feel comfortable in their environment and more importantly with him. Eventually Skwisgaar started bringing his S/O to events with him... as a guest of course. He simply knew they'd attend anyway so why not make sure they were comfortable from the start? At one gala in particular, the pair ducked outside for fresh air when the crowd started to be too much even for him. The music was beautifully drifting through the windows as they walked around the gardens, hand in hand. "Do you... want to dance?" His partner asked sweetly looking up at him in the moonlight, the swede had never seen a more gorgeous sight. Together they danced at the center of the garden, giving each other butterfly kisses and giggling as their lips touched gently.

Charles was extremely dense when his partner showed any interest in him at all. He had a lot going on... or at least that was his excuse. Friends of his S/O had to literally tell him straight to his face about their crush before he'd even acknowledge it. But he still refused to act until they made the first move. Which was like agony to them, but was important for Charles to determine whether he could truly trust them or not. But once they came forward and told him their true feelings, he was the most protective boyfriend anyone could ask for. He stood up for his partner in any situation and gave them a voice whenever they felt they had none. He loved them wholly and truly from day one.

Magnus doesn't do shy. When he finds his S/O staring at him at the supermarket one day he becomes extremely paranoid that someone was going to try and kill him again. So he waits outside the doors and ambushes them, scaring the living daylights out of them. This doesn't stop the staring problem however... as a matter of fact it made it worse. Magnus tried everything to make it stop. He tried threatening them. He tried physically pinning them to the wall and demanding they stop. He tried being "nice" in a scary way. All of which seemed to cause the staring to increase and become weird... Now they stared at him as if they wanted to fuck him. Which... he wouldn't mind if he didn't think they were a Dethklok Spy. One day Magnus snapped when he found his S/O creeping on him from around the corner of the ally way following him home. He pinned them to the wall and demanded why they were following him. Let me tell you he was not expecting "Because I want to be railed into submission." to be the answer they gave but by god it was damned good to hear.

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?” she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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Hi. I just found your blog and i really love your writing❤ so I was wondering if i could request a fic with Oikawa. One day he finds his pregnant wife crying coz most of her cloths don't fit anymore so he takes her shopping and spoils her. maybe they end up going a bit overboard with the baby stuff. (the only thing I can think about is papa Oikawa, it makes my heart melt. he would make an amazing papa I feel like he secretly wants a little girl. but would love a son too) Thank you! 💖

I’m so happy you like what i do 📈💗💗OMG ANON YESS, I also believe Oikawa wants a baby girl!! I think he’ll be such a loving dad I CAN’T. Thanks for requesting!!...I went really S O F T with this one. Hope you like it! 

A/N: Ok so I love thinking about domestic Oikawa...my heart just MELTS. Sorry if this turns a little too much 👉👈🥺. Alsoo i finally learnt how to turn my asks into drafts the POWER I have now HAHAHAHAHA

Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

Summary: He always had  gotten a little too overboard showing you how special you are, and more now, when you’re carrying his child

Genre: fluff, a lot of fluff, pregnant!Reader

Warnings: self-doubt ,a little suggestive maybe?, time skip spoilers 

WC~ 1,2K

Oikawa swung the door open, leaving his shoes outside and dropping his sports bag on the floor, but you didn’t hear it.

“Y/N, I’m home!” he says as a small yawn leaves his mouth. But there is no answer. The silence of the house makes Oikawa’s heart jump against his chest within seconds, “Y/N?”, he reaches for your shared bedroom and finds you sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on your mouth.

There are some clothes scattered around the floor and onto the bed and he notices you’re wearing one of his old Aoba Johsai’s shirts, displaying your bare legs.

You’re hand still covers your mouth, capturing the sobs while the other is placed on your swollen stomach. He kneels placing his hands on your knees, making you jolt, just then you realize your husband has gotten home.

“Love, what happened? Where does it hurt? Do you need me to call your doctor” you shake your head in embarrassment, and turn your face not wanting to be scanned by those chocolate eyes, “Y/N?”

“No…it’s not that”, when you finally face him, there is worry written all over his features and you can’t help to feel pitiful about the reason that had you in that state “It’s just…”

“Talk to me, love, please” he says softly before reaching your hand and placing a tender kiss on your knuckles for you to continue.

“It’s just – nothing fits me anymore!”, you squeak hiding your blush from him, Oikawa’s face softens, and he can’t help a relieved smile to curve on his lips.

You were almost 6 months pregnant, at first you didn’t mind the way your favorites t-shirts started to tightly wrap your body, but as the time passed you couldn’t help to feel some old insecurities blossom.

The way those perfect slim girls approached Oikawa after his matches as you waddled slowly towards him for the sake of your future child, made your confidence fragile.

So, as he was training, you decided to try some of the dresses and blouses that he once told you that looked beautiful on you. You can tell now how stupid that was. Trying on the clothes, made you feel only more troubled, but when your favorite dress couldn’t go over your hips and teared a little, that’s when you started sobbing uncontrollably.

He offered you several times to go to the pregnant woman section in stores, but you said none of them fit your style, making him roll his eyes and grin at your stubbornness.

“I’m too big for everything!” you blink when you hear Oikawa giggling softly, placing his hands on your stomach, leaning closely to it.

“Did you hear that? Your mom is stressing out because you’re growing strong and healthy” he looks at your round womb, stroking it lovingly, making you huff at him.

He stands up to cup your cheeks, kissing the tears that had fallen over them.

“Y/N, look at me, you are beautiful as ever.  You are carrying our love inside. Please, don’t  cry over that, love, when you look so gorgeous like this” he smiles at you before sitting behind you, he places his chin on your shoulder as his hands fall on top of yours over your tummy. You can’t help to smile a little. ‘Such a romantic’

“You’re lucky you’re good with words-” a soft laugh come out of your lips and you feel him smiling against your shoulder blade

“That’s the laugh I love! Now, would you FINALLY listen to me and go to the pregnancy sections? I saw I really nice dress the other day, you know?”

“okay” you say trough a little pout, causing Oikawa’s eyes to gleam as his airy laugh fills the room.

Feeling his hot breath on your neck never failed to make you gasp, you sigh, defeated. Oikawa Tooru always seemed to have a way to ease you, making your sobs stop and your heartbeat rise.

Suddenly he lightly bites and kisses the skin on your neck, stealing a whimper out of you before practically growling in your ear.

“As much as it turns me on to see you stretching my school T-shirt, beautiful. Sadly, I’m gonna have to ask to change so we can go”

You feel as if you were back in high school, getting flustered by the captain of Aoba Johsai. You close your eyes, grinning sillily at how lucky you were to have him with you.

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You walk, holding onto his arm around the mall for a few minutes before entering in the first store.

“H-How does it look?”, Oikawa turns his head as he holds a bunch of different dresses and blouses for you to try on, his jaw slacks open when his eyes fall on you.

“You’re gorgeous” you look yourself in the mirror and slightly grin at the way the fabric envelopes your form, finally feeling confident again. Oikawa eagerly hands you the pile of clothes, earning a soft peck from you.

“Tooru, isn’t it too much?”

“For you nothing it’s too much, love. We have plenty of time”

“But you haven’t rest, tomorrow you still have practice and-“ his eyes soften as he places his finger on your lips

“It’s all about you now, we’ll worry about it later”

You have been walking for a few hours now and honestly his overwhelming eagerness was contagious. He asks you constantly if you’re tired or hungry, but you only feel excitement. You both just realizing how close you were to becoming parents.

After you left the last baby store, both of you have their hands full of bags. Still, Oikawa finds a way to hold onto yours as you walk with a wide smile. He stops on his tracks, making you turn to the side to look at him.

“Tooru, everything all right?” you ask him, quirking an eyebrow. He releases your hand to stroke gently your stomach, a pink blush spreading on your face.

“I love you so much, Y/N. God, I can’t wait to meet her!” he whispers before kissing your lips lovingly.

“W-We don’t know if is gonna be a girl yet, Tooru” you whisper, his forehead softly pressing against yours.

“I know but…I have a feeling”

And you had a feeling too, no, you were certain that Oikawa was going too be such a loving father, your child was never going to lack attention or support from him. And the thought of it, made your heart melt.

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It’s really amusing, honestly, at least for you. How Iwaizumi’s tired face looks trough the screen as his two dorks friends keep taking out of a bag an infinitude of toys, clothes and baby implements.

“Iwa-chan, look. Matching T-shirts!”

“Oh! don’t forget the little alien plush” you say excitedly as Oikawa follows your hands to one of the bags with satisfaction.

“Where are those tiny shoes that looked like mine?” he starts peeking in every bag before Iwaizumi’s throbbing vein literally pops.

“Oi,Trashykawa! – sorry, Y/N – Do you realize that we have time difference, right? I thought this was im-“ Iwaizumi blinks multiple times troigh the screen as his ears turn bright red, making impossible for you to contain a giggle.

Oikawa waves in front of the screen a Godzilla plush matching with a green jumpsuit with patterns of the same gigantic lizard.

“I hate it here…what else did you buy?”

Two hours later Iwaizumi finds himself shipping to Argentina a bunch of other stuff including a mini Japan’s national team bodysuit, cursing Oikawa under his breath as he enters his payment method.

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[milks-writings]

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Atsumu Miya x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: mention of stabbing, Hurt buT LOTS OF CUDDLES AND COMFORT AFTERWARD, mention of death (meaning of the red anemone)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: all right so.. atsumu ⭐️ can you please write m!reader and him being teammates and reader being a big friend of osamu. he knows that reader is gay and in love with his brother, so he always like.. quietly supports him and takes care of him, helping with reader’s crush on his chaotic brother :D so imagine a training camp mhm, the team spends all the time together and reader has all this *gay panic* since atsumu is always there, near him (i also just can tell atsumu is damn handsy person) atsumu is mocking reader (in a loving way of course, cuz he crushes over a sweet boy himself) since reader is that shy and cute, but he doesn’t understand his words hurt him because reader is too sensitive to his words and actually thinks that atsumu is making fun of him. so just one day without any intense atsumu makes reader cry with his mocking and like.. he has no idea what to do and he’s like “eey.. wait.. wait! samu! he’s crying! what should i do?!” :0 please gimme some hurt/comfort 🤍

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: OMG YES ATSUMU REQUEST HASHDFHIXOANSDF THANKS SO MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN--

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: After one loss would always follow one win

Shuffling over the court and leaving some squeaking noises behind was almost a calming sound that came to your ears, echoing through the big volleyball court. Between the two sides, of your teams side and the other teams side was only a net that divided the thick air. There would be always one team at least one point ahead, and depending on who it was, the air seemed to be bearable or rather toxic and suffocating.

It was only a training camp, yet the feelings were fatal. Each point would cause the opposite team to get panic, to fill up with the anxious feeling that screams ‘Just one point’

No one would give up so easily. No one wanted to give up so easily. It was just a training camp, yet it felt like their life depended on this whole game. Each point felt like the string was about to just cut into a half, but no one knew who would get the longer string since the scissors were wandering on the string, waiting for some random moment to finally break the nervous atmosphere and end this whole game that drove everyone insane. The heavy breaths filled the court with some kind of beat, since at this point everyone just wanted to rest, yet no one was ready to give up already. Until the last bit of power would they fight.

For a brief moment, you thought, only a brief second, Atsumu would look back at you. The tiring game must’ve made you delusional. It was quite some while since you guys played against such a great team, also known as Itachiyama. Osamu had told you quite often that Atsumu never really labelled himself with a sexuality, giving you at least some rising hope. Honestly, your crush towards him felt like trying to take care of an almost dead flower. And not just one flower, it was the well known  red anemone that symbolizes death or the act of forsaken love. For some reason, it never wanted to open up. The petals stayed up, risen to the sky and not showing the truth behind the facade of the red petals. The secret was just laying on the stigma of the flower, waiting to get opened like a present and to outshine everyone's appearances. But as long as the flower wouldn’t open, the love felt one sided.

The last point felt like a long moment of silence. It wasn’t a real game, yet it was laying heavily on your shoulders. Your team lost. Kita would be disappointed, but you just knew that he wouldn’t scold you. As a Libero it was literally your duty to keep the ball over the floor. Even if it was one centimetre, one finger between the ball and the floor, anything could be done to win this god damn game. For a moment, your mind tricked you into thinking that this was an actual game, but seeing the others just walking off with the words “thanks for the training game.”

Osamu already had taken place beside you with two bottles of water, passing you one of the ones he held while just letting out a small sigh. “That was intense” He admitted, and if he said such a thing he really meant it. He was fucking right. This game was intense.

The water slowly went down your throat, giving you a cool down and filling your senses with some refreshing thoughts, among with the thought of Atsumu.

That’s right, the boy you have a crush on, the boy who is the twin of one of your closest friends, Osamu Miya. It was like your thoughts had to manifest the boy that filled your mind with worries but also with dreams you never thought would come true. “Hey!” The setters hand landed on your shoulder, making your cheeks heat up and leaving a pinkish blush on them, almost like it was naturally after a hard game. But sadly the blush didn’t blend in, it rather made your red exhausted face ever worse. You could swear, for a moment the wind hit the anemone, almost opening the flowers with the sweet sound of the wind blowing but somehow the windflower stayed closed, not letting you enter yet.

“Ya wanna grab some food with me and ‘Samu?” Atsumu asked you, making you slowly nod in agreement.

It has been a curse or a blessing that Atsumu always suggested you three to hang out. Being around those Twins was like walking on a thin rope, over the water with shaky feet. You could never know what would happen, if the rope would just tear apart or if you would fall into the water out of balance and if anyone would safe you. “I didn’t even agree, jerk!” Osamu huffed out at Atsumu’s statement. And there they went again. Barking at each other like two mad dogs, yet they didn’t rip their heads off since they still loved each other as siblings. Osamu soon snapped out of it though, and gave you all his attention again. “Ya want onigiri?” His eyebrow raised in sync with his words, like the words were pulling it slowly up and the question mark set an end to the pulling, but instead tilted his head to the side. With slowly moving your head up and down as a nod, you answered his question. It was the first day of the training camp so the left overs from the drive to the training camp were still good and it would’ve been a pity to let them get bad. “Yer just tryna to get him fat!” Atsumu snapped at Osamu, somewhat sounding mad for something. You weren’t sure if Atsumu preferred skinny people -- or if he was trying to make sure that Osamu wouldn’t feed you too much so you could still eat together. Nevertheless, you didn’t take it personally, yet. Just brushed it off and moved on, thinking that nothing too bad could happen with ignoring that. “No I am not! Back off pisshair!” Osamu complained with a hiss. Sometimes he could only wonder how you could fall in love with such an idiot like him. “Let’s grab some food” You finally broke the heavy and almost hatred atmosphere that was among you three thanks to the twins. No one could blame them though. It was just a typical conversation between two siblings.

A small wind seemed to have blown over the flower when you three were sitting in the small cafeteria and chatted. The anemone was about to open, to show it’s real colour, but you got hit with the train of disappointment as soon as Atsumu let his guards down again and begun to mock you. “Yer aren’t in yer top form today huh?” Atsumu smirk only grew with the last words, beginning to push you into the corner of just a breakdown. “Not really” You honestly admitted. It always had been him mocking you, him pushing you off your edge emotionally. With pressing your lips together you hoped to swallow the slightly painful comment down your throat, but nothing seemed to help. “Yer gotta be more self confident!” Atsumu implied, almost complained about you. He wanted to help you. For the three people on the table, Osamu, Atsumu and you it was very clear that Atsumu cared about you, but the way he would say things would be sometimes sharp, like a stab in your heart. But in reality he would be patting your head and stabbing your negative feelings instead of you. “Listen, it’s not easy you know” Your voice laid hoarse in the room, creating a short yet uncomfortable silence. Just when Osamu was about to butt in, Atsumu had taken advantage of the situation. “What if yer-” Just as Atsumu was about to continue his sentence, the tears that you had swallowed down along with the rice balls had just came up, running down your cheeks. The mocking sometimes got overwhelming to you. All you wanted were sweet words, but all you got was sweet mocks. Of course, it was probably his way to tell you that he liked you… or not. “No no pretty boy don’t ya cry!” Atsumu’s voice was filled with worries and confusion, immediately jumping up and sitting besides you. Osamu, who sat on the other side of you, just let Atsumu be. He should take care of you. He was the one who thought that mocking was a way for flirting and a way of showing someone his love. “Osamu what should I do?” he asked confused, but his twin just carelessly kept eating the Onigiri, like you two had been ghosts.

The tears that had been just streaming down your cheeks were like a soft, yet meaningful wind that had blown over the red windflower. With the soft wind blow, the dead petals fell down onto the ground, and the flower opened like a present, showing of its beautiful colourful petals. They were glowing under the rain, almost like the sun kept on shining behind the clouds. If a human eye would get to see the bright presence of the flower, they could forget for a second about the rain that was pouring down. And if someone, who saw the flower opening up and showing their beauty, would see that it was actually a white anemone, just waiting to show their sincerity.

“Hey hey hey- I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Atsumu said while getting a hold of your hands, “I really like you, you know and I tried to flirt with you” It was like he begun to rant his heart out, not trying to find an excuse to hurt you, but to explain the situation to you. To make you understand better, to cheer you a little up. “Let’s uh… Let’s get some food, huh? Or a warm tea?” Atsumu offered, not letting you talk until now. The tears that had been streaming down your face became less and less after seeing the not red, but actually white anemone in his eyes. The rain stopped.

“You… you do like me?” Your voice was dipped in some spark of hope, and also sealed with some confusion.

“Do ya want tea?” “Atsumu do you really like me or did you use it to cheer me up?” “I am not sure,” “You have to give me an honest answer. Yes or no.” With a sigh the boy finally gave in. It was useless to fight with you now. “Yeah kinda like ya” a small pout formed on his lips, seeming to be rather a little embarrassed than pleased by saying that.

“I like you too” There was nothing to save or to destroy now. You had been at your end, emotionally, and Atsumu also just opened up like a book, letting you read whatever had been written deep down in his feelings and mind. “Yer want cuddles?”

That question took you off guard.

Cuddles was the last thing you would expect him to ask you, but could you say no?

With a small sob that had been still saved from the crying just a few minutes ago your head slowly motioned to a yes, making his goofy smile grow. “Good thing we share a room!” He cheered, ruffling your hair.

After that sentence you can guess what happened.

Lots of loving cuddles and hugs were exchanged this night.

After one loss would always follow one win.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

[hikari-writes]

❅A Love Letter I Have to My Lovely and Beloved Friends❅

(I just know that 30 july was a national friendship day and today is like 31 july already at where I am but,,, just pretend that this is also for National Friendship Day 🤡🔫)

As you all know, it's been confirmed that I'll be going on a hiatus two days from now that I really don't know how long it will go on. So, with that in mind, I wished to leave this message to all the wonderful friends I've made while I was active here on Tumblr during quarantine.

I've started this writing blog a few months ago, to be precise, on May where life in quarantine was starting to become a norm. In the few months until now, I did my best to start writing and drawing more using all the free times that I have.

I wouldn't have expected this blog to grow so much in such a short time. To me, it was really mind blowing, seeing that there's a lot of other great content creators here on Tumblr. Yet, the 300+ people who stumbled upon my blog still decided to follow me.

I was really happy to have made many contents that I'm actually proud of posting. And I still can't believe there are people out there who love them. Seeing every one of your comments and reblogs and likes really, really, squeezed my heart and I couldn't be more thankful for your support.

And during these fun times, I was able to make friends with many amazing, talented, fantastic and all the good words I could find in the dictionary people on here. You all are a real gift to me and I hold you guys close to my heart.

I still can't believe I was able to befriend you guys though, like, y'all are so amazing and I was just here like squeaking my name to you like a shy mice lmao. =///= Anyways, thank you for all the good and fun times. Thank you for being with me and helping me with lots of things. Just, thank you for everything. (I'm writing this at 1am like it's sad hours yall I'm crying :')))

If you are ever feeling down, do not ever forget that, even if it's only me, I'll support you to the end of the world because you're just so amazing and fantastic. I love you and never let any hate that's thrown at you let you down because they aren't worth your time.

The people I'll be mentioning below are my dear friends or just people that I have been interacting with during the times I was online, little or not, I still consider you guys to be my friends (very self-proclaimed here sorry)and I'm still honoured by that fact.

@your-local-bnha-writer -Bean, you and your posts are always so wholesome and cute and I love them. Keep being amazing, and we may not interact much, but I still appreciate every little convos we had. Also, wish you luck on tpn, that shit hurted :')

@identifybby -Liaaaa, omg im so v v grateful we became friends. You've helped me with a tons of things and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done to me. You're just so amazing and thank you for always putting up with me, i love you sm.

@minteasketches -Mintea! You're such an amazing artist and I rlly enjoyed our conversations! You might not see this since you're off socmed but just wanna let u know that thank u for being my friends.

@yandere-of-your-dreams -Heyyy sis,, you're always such a sweet bean to me and showering me w love and i appreciate them, stay amazing and I'm sure you'll become an amazing writer.

@shotobabe -Ren, wifey, ilysm thank u for always being with me. You're such an awesome person and keep on being yourself. You're perfect and talented, don't let others tell you otherwise. AND while I'm gone, don't forget to drink lots of water okay? I won't be able to remind you while I'm on a hiatus, but please always remember to drink water. That'd be the first thing I'll ask you once I'm able to be online. And please try to eat more okay bb? I love u.

@takumipineapplexd -Taku! Amazing writer and amazing editor, yes I'm talking about you. You're amazing and keep on making cursed content and being crackhead, i love them.

@bnhabadass -We might not talk much, but I just want to let you know that you're so amazing and I look up to u v much. Literally had a heart attack when u commented on angel wings lmao.

@tomomoni -Mon, love, soft bean, I LOVE U. You've always been so wholesome and cute to every one of your followers and seeing ur interactions literally heals my heart. Your art is amazing so continue being amazing ilysm thank u for being an amazing advisor and listener, I'm v grateful for that. You have no idea how blessed I am to have you as a friend. Meeting you through turn on your airdrop's fanart was F A T E.

@kamabukokompachiro -First time u asked my permission to read my fanfic, I legit teared up. Thank u sm for asking, I couldn't be happier to know that my fic is worthy to be read over for a yt channel. Keep on being amazing and ily.

@kaminii -Kamiiiii, sweet child, you're always so matured and calm and I really adore and respect that part of you (unlike me im v childish and rash) You're an amazing writer and editor and ur aesthetic? 100/10. Love it. You're so talented despite being so young and I'm just, WOW. Ily and thank u for being friends w me. And please fix your sleeping schedule bb. It's rlly not good for your health, like please? Ily.

@katsucutie -I love you and your writing so v much, and I rlly enjoyed talking to you, discussing about Burn Book was rlly fun. I might not be able to know the ending since im gonna go on a hiatus but I'll be sure to catch up to it once im back. Keep being amazing and awesome.

@isolshi -CHERIE, I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE AMAZING. Don't be so insecure about your writing. They're amazing. And you're also one of the sweetest and cute person I've met here. I always love teasing you cause your reaction is always so funny and cute. Keep being awesome. And please, please, please get enough sleep and drink LOTS of water. I legit would cry if you don't drink more water cher.

@mirakeul -BIANCAAAAA LOVE YOU'RE SO AMAZING AND SWEET LiKE--- please, I love talking to you and thank you so much for always reminding me to eat. Your calligraphy and handwriting are awesome, shshh i don't take criticism. Never stop writing, I love them. And please never forget I love you and you're my best friend okay?

@roxybefab -You've always been the first to ask me to be on my taglist and I'm so v happy because of that. Thank you for everything, and keep on being awesome. You can do this, ily.

@princessofdawn718 -Talking to you about Hamefura has been so fun! I haven't talked w many ppl about isekai so im rlly glad I could talk about them w you. Katarina x nicol ftw! Thanks for talking to me, it was such a pleasure rlly.

@softkodzuken -Maam your writing is A M A Z I N G. I love anon sm and you're rlly so sweet for always replying to every single comment on them. Don't be so insecure about them, they're amazing and i will always stand by that point. Wishing you the best of luck for Undercover!

@lolitsleia -Your art is *chef's kiss* i love them so much, I still can't believe you hadn't had more recognition like why?? Ur oc alex is the cutest thing ever and i love her. Thank you again for drawing Yuki. She looked really beautiful and cute in your drawing.

@samanthaa-leanne -We may not talk much, but when you first followed me back, my heart goes B O O M. You're so amazing and keep being like that. And uh,, good luck with Violet Evergarden if you ever plan to watch it. Prepare a couple of tissue boxes....or dozens.

@miyumtwins -Fellow android users! I first saw you through Bean's post about a tag game and i was like *gasp* another androiders..! I swear that one time i was interacting w you, I didn't actually meant to go off anon,, yes im dumb lmao. Anyways, you're rlly amazing and I'm rlly honoured to be followed by you.

@kawasuno -Your smau? 100/10. Your sense of humour 100/10. They're just so perfect *chef's kiss* I love every one of your updates and they always managed to put a smile on my face, i was like, how did you do that? My sense of humour is nonexistant, teach me your ways sensei. But anyways, you're rlly amazing and awesome. Keep up w that.

@kukusbabe -Tsu, I've never said this, but it's you. It's always been you all along. What i mean is, I've followed you first (i knew u through zara's flopping server yeah!) And when i looked at my dash and saw all your interactions w your moots, despite me haven't legally started haikyuu yet, i decided to follow all of them, soooo if it's not for you, we may not have met each other. Everyone in the kita family, Tsu is the MVP here muah. Also your aesthethic and writing and everything is so kajsjhendnd amazing i LOvE---

@iwaixiumi -King Nami, you're so awesome and amazing,, and I'm really glad to be able to interact w you. All those songs you recommend? Yeah, I'm going to listen and love all of them, thank u so much for the recs. Keep being amazing and to everyone reading this, PLEASE INTERACT WITH KING NAMI MORE SHE DOESN'T BITE---

@shoutodoki -Hello, you're so amazing and talented and im just,,, kekkdjfjdj when you followed me--- and when u figured out i was the anon talking about oboro i was OAKSJEJDDJ please, i was so honoured u know, like ???? Anyways, keep on writing what you love and your art maam? THEY'RE AMAZING LIKE BOTH YOUR ART AND WRITING IS SO KAJSJDJDN pliS im so v honoured to be able to talk to you.

@lisarillia -Please excuse me while I go shout in the corner of how much i LOVE your arts. They're amazing and being able to talk to you was a real pleasure. Keep on doing what you love. They'll be amazing no matter what i swear.

@cutiedrawsbnha -Cutie, honey, you're amazing and your art is so cute! Don't let what haters said get to you. You're going to grow into an amazing artist. If you give in and listen to what they said, you're going to end up like what they said so ignore them honey! I believe in you so keep shipping izuocha, todomomo, and kamijirou and making arts. Lotsa love!

@lilikags -Heeyyyy you sweet cute innocent bean! Don't ever stop writing what you love, you'll grow into a big blog soon enough, before you know it. Just keep making what you love, and as time pass by, I'm sure there will be many people who will find appreciate everything you do. I'm always supporting you.

@baeshijima -SOPHHHHH YOU SWEET CUTE CINNAMON ROLL WAKATOSHI'S WIFE EYE--- You have NO idea how much i love you,, you're so sweet and I honestly don't know what did i do to deserve you. Srsly you're a blessing to me. Thank you for the sweet daily reminder in my inbox, i love each and every one of them. Keep being so cute and wholesome, love you.

@shinsuque -ANAAAAA Thanks again for the Bakugou's memes! I may not be able to do it before i go on a hiatus though *sobbing* Keep being so awesome! I love seeing all your interactions and you're so amazing i honestly don't know why you followed me----

@semiluvr -LYDIA *SOBBING* THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME TO THE KITA FAMILY. Even though we've known each other in less than a week, it already felt like I had known you guys for so long like whotttt. Keep being an amazing and sweet person ily muah

@dumbass-lev -MOMMY, MUI, ILY THANK U FOR ALWAYS BEING SO SWEET YOU'RE AMAZING,,, u have no idea how happy (and also flustered) I am when i saw you asking you want to adopt me like,,, whot I've never been asked to be adopted online b4 so you asking that was a big surprise to me and just,,, remember that i love you and you're an amazing mommy. Hope i wasn't too much too handle as your child lol and thank u, for asking to invite me to the server. It has been a real pleasure to me to be there.

@pudding-head-kenma -DANIE!! We haven't talked much and I've only known you for a short time but I really love your detailed analysis. They're amazing and you're amazing. Thank you for being so sweet and cute. Ily.

@/🦋 nonoi -🦋 NONOIIII!!! IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS, I JUST WANNA TELL YOU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY EMOJI ANON! I love you you're so sweet and bb please please please don't forget me id cry,,,

@astereim -Rein!!! I know we just talked and all but you seem to be a reaally cool and amazing person,, we might not be able to interact much since I need to go prepare things b4 i go on my hiatus though, but just wanna let u know that ily!

@tokoyamis-luv -please don't come for my neck i haven't been active on the server Lol but anyways, zara, you're amazing and your simping for Kurapika is always fun to watxh. Also all the lin manuel edits are *chef's kiss* we may not talk much but i was rlly honoured to be able to interact w you, even a little bit.

@engel-hageshii - YOU, MAAM are a literal angel, and your comments on my fics always managed to make me smile so much. I love you, please never stop being such a sweetheart.

@laylahoran -I've always loved and appreciate every comments you make. I'm v happy I was able to create a content that you can love. You and engel has been some of my firsts followers and I'm really blessed to have you two.

@oyasenpai -Diemmy! You're so sweet and cute and seeing your interaction w my moots (kami) was what made me follow you. Don't let what others said bring you down, okay? Just do what you want because there're always many people supporting you for it.

Special message to the kita family server;

Meanwhile while you guys were talking about me there, I was just innocently scrolling through Tumblr, not knowing what kind of fate I'll be receiving 👁👄👁 No wonder I was sneezing so much 🤧🤧🤧

So, I was just scrolling through the pinned messages and I saw tsu said "mui: can we invite hikari? Everyone here: kakskejdjdjdn" and i was just like,,, ??????? I wasn't expecting u guys to have that kind of reaction i--- yall have no idea how much i was grinning while I scroll through those messages. Thank you so much for inviting and accepting me, it's really fun to be with you guys and your crackhead energy 🥰🥰 Thank you to mui for suggesting you had no idea I was really really happy. 😭 Y'all are so amazing and sweet and cute and beautiful kakjdjdd

To all of my dear friends that I've mentioned above, I LOVE YOU LOTS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GRATEFUL I AM TO MET YOU GUYS. Quarantine time has been stressful for a lot of people, and Tumblr can sometimes (a lot of times) be kinda whack but I was really happy to met you guys during my time here. Our time together may have been short, but i feel like we've known each other for more than a year, no caps. I love you all very very much. Thank you for talking to me and befriending me. Remember to get enough sleep, drink lots of water, stay safe and healthy, eat enough meals and, take care of yourself. I love you guys.

And lastly, to everyone reading this, whether i know you or not, or interacted with you or not, or follow you or not, or you follow me or not, just REMEMBER that you are worth it and I love you. Keep on being awesome, and always remember to smile, laugh and live. Don't forget to always DRINK LOTS OF WATER, GET ENOUGH SLEEP, and EAT ENOUGH MEALS.

Signing off,

Hikari.

[mae-gi-writes]

OMG HI i didn’t know your requests were open, would u be down to do a resolved haknyeon angst? 🥺

A/N: hi anon! So sorry for the late response but here is the Hak angst you asked for. I wasn't sure what you wanted but I hope this is good enough for you :)

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For Now - Haknyeon

Haknyeon’s heart was bleeding.

“I don’t understand,” you kept blubbering through a film of tears, his scowl going unnoticed as you wiped your eyes in an attempt to stabilize your breaths. But then, like all other times before, your heart would quake and you would find yourself breaking down in soft sobs that caused his heartstrings to tug in sympathy, “I don’t know why he’s acting like this, Hak. He’s never been this way, not with me. I feel like he’s shutting me out and I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

He knew what had to be done. He also knew that it would break your heart. 

But he couldn’t go on like this. Every single second that passed with your oblivious naivety and with the guilt weaving knots through his stomach made him sick. Enough was clearly enough. 

But he was more than surprised when the words rose up from the back of his throat to choke out, “he’s cheating on you.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. He didn’t meet your eyes, knowing exactly the amount of shock and mixed feelings of confusion brewing through your mind at such a dramatic revelation. First would come the denial, then the excuses. And finally if he was lucky, you’d come to terms with the fact that your boyfriend was indeed, a cheater and didn’t deserve you. 

So it took everything in him not to break apart the moment your lips parted so that a soft, broken murmur made itself known from your lips, “what?” 

He cleared his throat. Pressed his lips together, “I saw him. With a girl.” 

You were shaking your head then, denial flitting over your features like a dusty cloud, “no,” you murmured, your soprano rising louder and louder with each syllable, “no, no, no. You’re—You’re lying! He wouldn’t—He wouldn’t—“

Your hands, flailing as if to bat his words away, were caged in his own as he grabbed them gently and placed them into his lap. His eyes swam with the apprehension of all the pain that you’d receive like a blow to your gut. But he knew he’d done the right thing. It had been the right thing to do. The secret had been a bursting seam inside his chest and there was no way he’d be able to continue on seeing you getting hurt over and over again for that pathetic excuse of a man. 

“Y/N,” He spoke slowly, gently, so as to calm you down. You didn’t want to hear it though, didn’t want him to tell you the things that could make your world crack out of that beautiful crystalline paradise you’d built for so long inside your head, “Y/N, please. Please believe me. He’s—He’s a sick bastard. He doesn’t deserve you—“

“Stop,” you wrenched your arms out of his grip, eyes blazing with rapid fire and your nostrils flared in sudden anger, “stop it. Who are you to tell me this? Who do you think you are?!” 

“I care about you, Y/N. Do you think I like seeing you cry every day because of him?” Haknyeon’s own anger started simmering at the base of his stomach, “do you know how much it hurts me to see you that way? He’s playing you like a fool and you’re still latching on to him! He doesn’t care about you, he never did—“ 

“Shut up. Just shut up!” you shook your head, palms coming up to cover your ears, “I don’t want to hear any of it.” 

“Y/N—“

“No. I really mean it,” you looked at him defiantly, “I don’t want to know—“

“Fine then!” Haknyeon’s temper finally came to the surface. All the calm and the facade he wore suddenly ripped apart to give way to the frustration that had been clawing at him ever since he knew your boyfriend was an asshole. Here he was, trying to keep you safe from your boyfriend’s sickening tendency to bed more than one girl and yet you were screaming at his face and refusing to cooperate with the truth. 

He was done. He was done with trying to be the gentleman, the ear that he lent you whenever you wanted to get things off your chest, he was done trying to make you see that what you needed was right here in front of you, and most of all, he was sick of trying to show how much he loved you and appreciated you for who you are, something that your boyfriend took for granted. 

“You can keep on believing your boyfriend. Keep on crying for him for all I care, I’m done. That asshole has been playing you for months and you’re stupid enough to believe that there’s nothing more to his distance other than the fact that he’s busy. That’s fine! Believe whatever you want Y/N!” Haknyeon yelled out. It felt like something had snapped in him, unleashing every single emotion that he’d been hiding, “you know why it hurts so much? You know why I keep telling you to walk away? I care about you, Y/N. I care about you so goddamn much that every time you cry it takes everything in me not to walk up to that ass and punch him to death,” his fists tightened at his sides, "If that’s not clear enough, I don’t know what can.” 

He took a deep, shaky breath and released it through his nose. Closing his eyes for a brief moment before meeting yours once more, his murmur was more than a choked string of words cracking with restrained emotion, “just don’t come running to me when everything falls apart.” 

He didn’t turn around when you cried out his name, didn’t turn around when your sobs increased by tenfold. He kept his feet going even though every muscle in his body was screaming at him to turn around and envelope your soft form in his arms and give you the comfort that you sought as your soft cries echoed through the night, haunting Haknyeon’s ears all the way back to his flat even though his entire body was still reeling with the aftermath of your reaction. 

There was no use helping someone who didn’t want to be helped, he thought to himself in an attempt to seal the hole that had unfurled where his heart should be. 

———

It was well past three in the morning when the doorbell rang, rousing Haknyeon from his slumber. He blinked away the drowsiness from his eyes, spotting the empty beer cans littering the sides of his bed, before the knocking was brought to his attention. He stumbled over to the door without any second thought while tugging down his sweater, and almost did a double take when he came face to face with none other than you. 

Decked in a too-large sweater and some pyjama pants, with your hair piled up in a messy topknot and your socked feet stuck into some slippers, you looked like you’d literally just crawled out of bed and he would have laughed if not for the fact that his entire chest swelled at the sight of your red-rimmed eyes, memories of your earlier argument resurfacing like a fresh wound. 

He made a move to close the door in your face, but your arm shot out to slam into the said surface, “wait,” you said with a squeak, flinching slightly when his dark orbs swivelled up to your face. 

“What?” Haknyeon mumbled, hand coming up to rub at his eyes, “what do you want?”

He watched as you bit down onto your lower lip, nervousness flashing across your face as your eyes glanced away and back like an uncertain child.

“I—“ you started, hesitating slightly while shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets and averting your gaze towards the floor, “look, about what I said—I’m sorry.” 

Haknyeon’s eyes searched your face for a few beats of silence. From the way you weren’t looking at him head on, he deduced that you had in fact confronted your boyfriend about his recent whereabouts. 

“Sorry for what?” Haknyeon finally asked out loud when you didn’t say anything else.

You swallowed, “for everything,” your voice was small, "I didn't want to see. I--I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. And then--"

At this point, your entire bottom was trembling as a film of tears brimmed through your dark pools of naked remorse, "and then--you--you were...right."

He closed his eyes. Opened them. Swallowed. 

"I'm sorry," you repeated in a hushed mumble, "I'm so sorry--"

His arms shot out to grab your shoulders, crushing you to his chest and interrupting your broken ramble as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He felt you stiffen, arms hanging at your sides for a few terse seconds. And then, as though your arms were held by magnetic strings pulling you to him, you lifted them to wrap around his middle, tightening it ever so slightly once you heard his shaky inhale. 

"It's okay," he mumbled into your ear, a soothing caress, "it's okay, Y/N."

"But--I hurt you--I hurt you so much--I don't--I never wanted--" he shushed your blubbering with a comforting whisper while hugging you even tighter still, "It's okay, I forgive you. It's alright."

Slowly, he brought you down from your symphony of sobs so that you were now only sniffling softly, nose buried in his chest and allowing yourself to take comfort in the safety that his presence brings you. 

"Thank you," you murmured after a while, "thank you."

Before Hak knew what he was doing, his lips bent down to press against your forehead against the endless protest in his mind. And when you looked up at him in curious surprise, he merely averted his gaze to conceal the embarrassment dusting his cheeks. 

And he would tell you. He'd tell you how much you meant to him in time, when you were ready.

But for now, it was good enough that you had walked away from the man that was breaking your heart. It was good enough for him. For now.

[tanakax123]

Hii so i think i have another request😂(sorry if i submitted to much)how about being nekomas and fukurodanis manager and you come to practise with a hangover and wear sunglassed and the guys are like??and then you just run to the bathroom cause you get sick and someone gently holds your hair up💕happend to me before and I'm overthinking and currently dying of emberassment😂

OHHHH this seems interesting! omg, I can just imagine them being nice but then mess with you later. Hope you enjoy this hc

Nekoma 

Literally, why did you go get drunk the night before school 

Like why

You question all of your life decisions 

You go to school without brushing your hair or putting on makeup.

You looked like a fucking mess

Your sunglasses honestly didn’t help

You ended up falling asleep in class which made you late to practice

When you showed up they were in their individual practice 

A loud squeak of the door opening is all the players needed to hear to know that you had arrived to practice. Of course you not showing up or saying anything to anyone really worried them.

The first thing you see is lev running up to you. Your head was hurting so much so all you could do was nod at the yes or no questions he was asking you. Once he was pulled back by yaku you decide to go where kenma was standing because he was the only one that knew you had gone drinking the night before.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as you approach him. You just look at him and he nods his head as if understanding that you would rather just stand there than actually talk.

You were doing fine and genuinely thought you would finish the rest of the practice without anyone else noticing you were hungover. 

But no. nothing could ever go smoothly with the Nekoma boys.

You were on your way to fill up the water bottles on the water fountains. However kuroo, yamamoto, and yaku followed you. Kuroo being kuroo grabbed you from behind the waist in a playful way and whispered in your ear.

“Hey babygurlllll~” and then proceeded to spin you around.

As he was spinning you, you realized that you definitely were not going to be okay. Yaku also realized this as he saw your face of horror.

“Um kuroo I think you should probably stop spinning y/n” Kuroo looks at yaku questioningly but decides to let you down because he sounded serious. The second your feet touch the floor you run into the closest restroom which just happens to be the mens. 

The three boys see you run into the restroom and naturally go to see if you are okay. Once they enter the restroom all they hear is you gagging.

 When they see hunched over the toilet yaku and kuroo both don’t know what to do, but Yamamoto is on it and starts to hold your hair back. When you catch you breathe you ask them not to tell anyone and to go get kenma so he could explain what was happening before you turn back to keep throwing up. 

Yamamoto asks kuroo to go get kenma and yaku to go get you some water while he stays to hold your hair and rub circles on your back. 

They end up helping you a lot by going with you to go get medicine and getting you home, but their help comes with a price. Since that day they don’t stop bugging you about it and they tease you non stop.

You are never going to practice hungover again. 

Fukurodani 

Why Saturday practice

Why is that a thing

Coach didn’t want them to do it 

Neither did you

But noooo they just had to have a practice 

You went to a party last night so when you had to wake up to practice the next day it was so not the move

you were so hungover 

Your head hurt like a bitch and your body ached all over 

“Hey y/n are you okay?” asked Konoha as he saw you coming into the gym 

“Yeah I’m fine” you say as you look up at him slowly and give him a small smile. 

Technically speaking you did not have to be there since it was an unscheduled practice. You could have been home. However, you know that they are striving for nationals every year so you have to put your part and work hard. 

Lucky for you, there where no manager work to do just yet. So you decide to go to a corner and just lay on the floor because no way you could just stand there.

Your peace and quiet only lasted so long. 

“HEY HEY Y/N” you hear bokuto yell as he is entering the gym. You know he’s gonna want to give you a hug so you start to stand up from the floor. 

You stand up way too fast. Your head starts to hurt much more than before.

Then suddenly you feel something going up your throat 

Oh shit

You run past bokuto and open the gym doors. The second you see grass you run towards it. You kneel on the ground and start to throw up. The boys all followed you to see if you were okay. Once they see you throwing up some of them gag.

Bokuto starts to worry and starts panicking. He keeps asking you questions you can’t answer. 

Akaashi goes up to you and starts to grab your hair so it wouldn’t be in your face. Washio went to go grab you one of the filled up water bottles. 

Once you were done you explained what happened. That you were hungover and you stood up too quickly which made you want to throw up. They all laughed at you and akaashi just asked you to stay home next time.

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WOW im sorry if it took so long to answer the request!!!! But i hope you enjoy this bcfhiobcchd it was definitely fun to write. 

[when-they-write-stuff]

okay you seem really nice lol, but idk if you take random prompts and its fine if you don't but i've really been feeling a "they get tied together and derek is in the back with stiles pressed against him omg-" fic ever since i saw a fan art like that for one of my other otp's,, so like if you could??? thatd be great

Oh heck yeah, I’m always down for a random prompt! And oh my gosh, this one is absolutely fantastic.

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Stiles thought this sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

Two people get tied together back to back— an Alpha werewolf and the local token human— and one tries to get loose and accidentally ends up in a compromising position. What happens then? Absolutely nothing good for the innocent teenager that said Alpha werewolf is currently pressed up against.

Stiles hated everything sometimes.

It started when Stiles had been used as bait for the newest threat of Beacon Hills. He thought hunters were a little tiring, especially because they’d just come off of a bloodthirsty witch and that had been the ride of a lifetime. So when Jackson offered him up to be the hook, line, and sinker, he didn’t even try to argue. Their pack could handle a few hunters, after all.

Stiles had been wrong before.

He decided later, with a bloody nose and black eye as he lied tied up on the cold floor, that he hated everything. Hunters, werewolves, all the jazz. Stiles just wanted a nap and then maybe some curly fries.

After this, someone was buying him curly fries.

Stiles tried not to wince as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, trying to draw into himself as much as he could. But the hands bound behind his back didn’t help. Nor did that fact that his entire body screamed in pain every time he dared to move an inch.

The hunter knelt down in front of him and Stiles got an eyeful of brown teeth.

“We’ll ask you one more time, boy. Where is the Hale-McCall pack?”

“Dude,” Stiles said, trying to roll away. “Breath freshener, whitening toothpaste, or something. Please invest.”

Stiles’s words were rewarded with a kick to the ribs, which he really should have expected. That didn’t change the fact that his breaths leaped from his lungs, though, or how he curled in on himself even more, choking out a small cry of pain.

Brown-teeth sneered down at him. “Wanna try that again?”

“I thought you were only asking me one more time.”

Stiles got another kick, harder this time. He tried to bite back his noise of pain but it came out anyway, more of a whine than a cry through gritted teeth. Laughter rolled around the room and Stiles gasped welty into the floor, tasting blood in his mouth.

“Come on boy,” the hunter said, crouching down again. “Is the pain really worth protecting a bunch of mutts? Tell us where we can find the Hale-McCall pack and we’ll let you go.”

“Minty gum works too,” Stiles said in a gasp. “With the stench at least, if you’re too lazy to brush.”

“Mouthy little shit—”

Before the hunter could strike him again, a loud roar filled the air. Stiles’s heart leaped and he tried to look up, only to groan and curl back in on himself. His everything hurt and honestly, he was surprised he was still conscious right now.

He heard… a growl. A single growl. Nothing else, no resounding howls or thankful sounds of rescue. Stiles blinked a few times as a gunshot filled the air followed by the sound of cheers.

Stiles’s heart plummeted. In five seconds, someone was being tossed next to him and he didn’t have to look long to realize who it was.

Stiles swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth. Derek laid next to him, a glowing bullet in his shoulder while his chest rose and fell in pants. Slowly, despite himself, Stiles raised a brow.

“Hey there, Sourwolf. You come to save me?”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

“I’m feeling very good about this entire situation right now. Thanks a ton.”

“Stiles.”

There was a footstep right behind Stiles’s head. He winced and cursed as brown-teeth leaned down again, glancing between them. Derek snarled weakly and Stiles only rolled his eyes.

“Well,” the man said. “The Hale Alpha and the pack human?”

“I never get a cool title,” Stiles grumbled. Derek gave him a red-eyed look, which Stiles pointedly ignored. He was aware of a hand on his arm, yanking him up, and his entire body screamed in pain at the sudden movement.

He didn’t mean to make a noise, but it just slipped out. Derek snarled again and the man laughed, dragging Stiles to his feet. But he didn’t make it all the way before his world was dipping in and out of darkness. Stiles tried to stay conscious— he really did.

But it was a losing battle from the start.

By the time Derek was trying to rise to his feet, only to get kicked back down again, Stiles had given into the black. He heard the man call his name, was aware of the floor coming again, too fast this time. And then… nothing.

Nothing.

Stiles thought that right now, he liked it better that way.

-

So where was he? Oh yeah, the beginning of a bad joke.

Stiles woke up with his hands bound behind his back. The first thing he thought was that his head pounded. The second was more along the lines of how hot he was— and not just to the eyes. Stiles felt like he was being pressed against a space heater. 

His third realization was that he basically was.

“Stiles,” Derek said, shifting carefully. “Are you awake?”

“No,” Stiles whined. “Or at least, I don’t want to be. Knock me back out again, please.”

The man sighed. 

Glancing around, Stiles realized they were alone. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, attempting to shift in his bonds only to groan. The pain pounded through his head and rippled all the way down the rest of him, like a full body ache he couldn’t escape.

Until Derek caught his hand, that was. Then slowly, some of the pain ebbed away.

“Okay,” Stiles said tiredly. “What now?”

“Someone will find us.”

“Someone like Scott? Who occasionally gets lost trying to find his own shadow?”

“Someone like Lydia,” Derek said. “Or Boyd.”

“Yay for Lydia and Boyd.”

“Would you rather be stuck alone in this?”

Stiles thought about that for a moment. Derek growled at his silence and Stiles couldn’t help smirking a little, feeling much better now that the man was taking some of his pain. But then Derek pulled away and Stiles whined again.

“Hey, no, dude, put your hand back on mine. I hurt!”

“I have a bullet in my shoulder, Stiles.”

Oh yeah. That was a thing too.

“Well,” Stiles said, refusing to be cowed. “That’s usually what happens when you come bursting into a hunter’s safehouse alone. What the hell is even with that anyway? Why didn’t you bring the rest of the pack?”

“I didn’t think I’d need them.”

“You didn’t— oh my god, Derek, I hate your Alpha ego sometimes.”

Derek only huffed. Stiles really hated him.

“Fine, is there anything you can do? These are ropes, have you tried like, chewing your way out of them or something?”

He was pretty sure the man tried to shoot a glare over his shoulder. “Wolfsbane infused, Stiles.”

“Well, that’s just fantastic.”

“Your comments aren’t helping.”

“Should I start screaming for help instead? I mean, that might end up attracting the hunters, but I can scream pretty loud when I want to. The pack might hear if we’re lucky.”

“No, Stiles,” Derek said, sounding pained. Stiles sighed.

“Fine, but neither of us are dying here. Not you and your stupid shoulder wound or me and my stupid everywhere else wounds.”

Derek tensed against him. “Are they bad?”

“They?”

“Your injuries, Stiles.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, shifting a little bit. “Okay, no not really. Just a bruise or two, a black eye and a split lip. I think brown-teeth might have cracked a rib but—”

“Brown teeth?”

Stiles grinned, despite himself. “Am I wrong though?”

Derek huffed.

“Okay,” Stiles said. “What if one of us managed to wiggle out of the ropes. I mean, I could probably do it. I’m small and wiggly and—”

“And you have a cracked rib.”

“I should’ve known not to tell you about that.”

Derek sighed. Stiles squeaked in surprised as the man was suddenly moving, and then the ropes across his chest were twisting and moving along with Derek’s attempts to break free. In a matter of moments, Stiles realized the man was in a whole new position, but it was definitely not free.

“Derek,” he said, blinking at the opposite wall. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

The man didn’t answer. Stiles glanced to each side and nodded as he spotted the large legs straddling him. Because yeah, this was just his luck. And things couldn’t get any better.

“I swear to god,” he said, wishing Derek could see the venomous look currently on his face. “The next time you don’t let me do the wiggling because of a ‘cracked rib’, please remember that things like this happen.”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

“I’m just saying,” Stiles said. “This right now? This should count as a cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I could make it cruel and unusual.”

“Please don’t say things like that when certain parts of you are literally pressed against certain parts of me.”

“Stiles.”

“What, Sourwolf, are you going to tell me to shut up again? Because I’ll have you know I’ve had just about enough of that and you and— Derek.”

The man didn’t answer, but he’d gone rigid pressed up against Stiles’s back. Stiles closed his eyes for a long moment and took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden rapidly pounding heart. It didn’t help much.

“Derek,” he said, voice cracking. “Stop that.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Some part of you is doing something.”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

“Why, is me talking a turn on? Oh my god, me talking is totally a turn on. Derek! Stop that!”

“I’m not doing anything,” the man snarled, breaths hot against his ear. And suddenly, Stiles’s heart was pounding for a whole new reason. This was so totally not fair.

“You are doing everything right now, asshole.”

“Then stop talking!”

“I always lived under the impression that my talking was a boner-killer, not the magic spell that brings one to life!”

Silence fell over the warehouse. Stiles’s face was red and hot and he forced himself not to shift, trying to relax against Derek’s chest instead. But then Derek made a small noise at the back of his throat and Stiles realized that wasn’t an option either.

“Okay,” he said softly. “How did I never know this was possible until we were literally sitting on death’s door?”

“I hate you.”

“Clearly, not all of you does.”

“Stiles, I swear to god—”

“Okay, okay,” Stiles said. “We don’t know how much longer we have until the hunters come back. Now, as terrified as I am that they come to kill us, I’m even more terrified of being caught in this position right now. So can we please try to figure out how to get out of these ropes?”

Derek didn’t answer for a moment. Then the man sighed. “I can’t break them, but maybe you can.”

“Maybe I can? How.”

“I don’t know, Stiles, use your teeth or something.”

“You want me to bend over,” Stiles said, his heart thudding against his chest even harder. “And attempt to chew through the ropes.”

Once more, Derek was silent. Stiles scoffed.

“I thought so.”

“So you’d rather we just wait here to die?”

“I’d rather we not be in the position at all, Sourwolf!”

“Oh, it’s that bad, is it?”

Stiles clenched his jaw and didn’t answer. He glared at the wall for a long moment before glancing down at the ropes circling his chest. He supposed he could try. After all, what dignity did he really have left?

“Okay,” he said quietly. “If I try this—”

“You don’t have to, Stiles.”

“I’d rather get out of here alive than dead, Sourwolf.”

Derek sighed, breaths warm on the back of Stiles’s neck. He still shivered, despite himself, and then tensed even more when he heard the man murmur a quiet “sorry”.

“Uh, dude? What for?”

“I don’t,” Derek said, and then cursed. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” Stiles said intelligently. He blinked a few times before it really sunk in. “Oh. I mean, dude, I’m a little hot right now. You radiate warmth like a space heater, you know that? And the ropes are rubbing a little uncomfortably across my chest—”

“Stiles.”

“Okay,” Stiles said quietly. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. I just… didn’t realize?”

“Realize what.”

“That clearly, dude, you’re all about this hot bod.”

Derek’s sigh was one-hundred percent pained. But Stiles grinned a little bit to himself, wishing he could meet the man’s gaze. He startled as Derek rested his chin on Stiles’s shoulder and the man’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, making him shiver.

“Stiles,” Derek said softly. “Get us out of these ropes.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles squeaked. “Right away.”

Except, before he could even do anything, the door across the warehouse burst open. Stiles startled so hard, he spilled sideways. Faintly, he heard Derek shout his name, blinked as the world started to tip, and then they were both crashing hard against the floor, the impact making Stiles feeling like he’d cracked another two ribs or so.

“Oh,” Stiles said, voice cracking. “Ouch.”

“Dammit, Stiles.”

The sound of laughter filled the air as a couple pairs of footsteps approached. Stiles felt his face go hot and fixed his gaze on the floor, even as brown-teeth stood over him.

“Trying to go somewhere, boy?”

“No,” Stiles said. “Just, uh, hanging out. You know? Having a hell of a time right now.”

“You amuse me. I might kill you last.”

“... Is there any way I can dissuade you from killing me at all?”

The man chuckled and grabbed Stiles by the hair, starting to tilt his head upward. But suddenly there was a bang, a crash, and then a series of howls that struck the air.

Stiles had never felt so relieved.

Brown-teeth let his head fall back down and Stiles grunted in pain. But he’d take the stars flashing before his vision if it came with a rescue. Derek shifted against his back and Stiles felt warm breaths against his skin again.

He tensed as someone moved around the room toward them. Stiles snarled at the back of his throat as a shadow fell over them again but then Erica laughed and Stiles went silent.

He turned his head upward, blinking at the beta. She was smirking from ear to ear, eyes flicking from Stiles, to Derek, and then back.

“Well, it looks like you two got in a messy situation.”

“Erica,” Stiles groaned. “Just get us out.” 

“Hm,” she said, glancing at the ropes. “That’s wolfsbane. Have you tried using your teeth?”

Derek growled, but the beta only smirked wider. Stiles had to remind himself that murder was illegal and he was the Sheriff’s son.

Still, relief crashed over him like no other when Allison came running across the room. Stiles had never been so happy to see another pack human in his entire life.

Allison glanced over them, shared an amused look with Erica, and then dropped down, slicing through the ropes. Stiles slumped forward, wincing a little as the extra weight was put onto his rib cage. In a moment, Scott was moving across the room toward him, but Stiles waved a hand through the air, gesturing toward Derek.

“He’s the one with a wolfsbane bullet embedded in his shoulder.”

“No,” Derek growled. “He’s got a cracked rib.”

“Two now, I think,” Stiles said in a groan. “But that won’t kill me, asshole. Stop trying to be heroic.”

“You stop—”

“Okay,” Boyd said, cutting in. “There are more of us than you. Derek, do you need Deaton?”

“I need a bullet. And Stiles needs a hospital.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. “I hate you so much sometimes.”

“Lie.”

“Shut up.”

“Um, alright,” Scott said. “We’re going to do one more sweep of the warehouse. You two… figure this out?”

Stiles gave his best friend a withering look but Scott only smiled apologetically and backed away. As the rest of the betas followed, Stiles turned the look toward Derek. But at the man’s sweeping gaze over him, with concern in his eyes, any and all irritation melted.

“So,” Stiles said. Derek rolled his eyes, shifting a little with a grunt. 

“Shut up, Stiles.”

“What, are we just never going to talk about this again?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Derek mumbled. Stiles looked at him for a long moment before cursing everything. Why was Derek always so difficult?

A spastic teenager and an emotionally constipated werewolf try to admit their feelings. Sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

“Derek,” he said softly. “You don’t make me uncomfortable.”

The man eyed him dubiously. Still rolled his eyes.

“Okay, but not in a bad way. Only like, when I’m trying not to get an inappropriate boner during shirtless trainings, or when you give the betas red-eyed looks, or when—”

“Stiles.”

Stiles frowned. “The point is, I’m—”

“A teenager.”

“Eighteen.”

“Who can’t control himself, but I should be able to—”

“Derek, shut up.”

Derek gave him a sour look. Pushing himself up with a grunt, Stiles leaned forward and cupped the man’s chin, studying his face. 

“Is this control?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“This,” Stiles said. “Is control. And this,”  he leaned closer, touching his lips to the man’s forehead, “is proof that maybe I would like to lose it sometimes, but in every good way possible—”

Derek cut him off by turning his face upward and catching his lips. Stiles grinned and hummed his approval, making Derek growl. 

They were cut off by clapping behind them. Erica looked smug, the other betas looked uncomfortable, and Scott just looked a little confused. Derek glared but Erica only grinned wider.

“Too bad all the hunters are dead. I totally would have thanked them.”

“Erica.”

“I mean all that unsolved sexual tension—”

“Erica.”

But Stiles only grinned back at her. Because a werewolf and a human get tied together; sounds like the start to a bad joke. That’s what he thought about three hours ago, at least.

The punchline though? Stiles supposed it was satisfactory in the end.

To say the least.

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I never realized how much I wanted to write this prompt until now. I had so much fun with it! You’re fantastic, nonnie, I hope I did it justice!

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[dear-selena]

Omg, if you’re feeling it could you make a Caught Web Handed part two? I loved part one sm!

Caught Web Handed (Pt. 2)

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: “Omg, if you’re feeling it could you make a Caught Web Handed part two? I loved part one sm!”

Summary: When a new Tumblr blogger who claims to be Spider-Man starts reblogging a ton of Spider-Man fanfiction, including yours, the community goes into a frenzy and you confront the boy who promised not to say anything. 

Warnings: Some swearing, this is literally so meta be warned

A/N: I would like to thank the anon who requested this two months ago! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this out! I genuinely didn’t know how to continue this story until recently. If you want me to continue this, please let me know! I could possibly write one more part to this, but only if you guys want it. 

Words: 1971

REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

Part 1

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You love that Tumblr started the group chat feature, but damn, you wish you got notifications from it.

Yawning, you cover your mouth and suddenly crave your bed. Last night, you stayed up messaging a ton of bloggers in a new group chat someone created for your favorite web-slinging hero and didn’t even realize how late it was when the conversation whined down. 

The group chat is called “Them Spider-Man OCs 😩😍🕸🕷❤️💙” and is filled with a bunch of your mutuals. The entire night was spent complimenting one another on each other’s fanfictions, and sharing anything and everything about everyone’s OC’s. You couldn’t help the giddiness you felt when people told you how much they loved Trevor Trenton, your Spider-Man OC. 

Because Tumblr mobile refuses to send notifications when you get new messages, you stayed on the app for hours to make sure you were as involved in the conversation as possible. You knew you could have left the conversation at any moment, but you were just way too excited to finally bond with all your mutuals at once. 

Walking down the halls of Midtown High, you lazily stroll to your first class as if you had all the time in the world to get there. You hadn’t seen your friends yet this morning, making time go especially slow. Not knowing what else to do, you decide to open the Tumblr mobile app and check for new notifications in your group chat. To your surprise, a green circle appeared on the group chat photo someone edited of Spider-Man swinging through Queens with heart emojis all around him. 

You open the chat, and your heart jumps immediately. 

(Your Favorite Spider-Man Blog): Guys did TheOfficialSpiderMan account reblog your work too or is it just me?!?!

Suddenly frozen in place, you reread (Favorite Spider-Man Blog)’s message. With your heart bouncing in your chest, full of uncomfortable adrenaline, you quickly leave the chat and check messages and had to stop yourself from screaming. 

An account called TheOfficialSpiderMan had indeed reblogged your latest update on your Trevor Trenton fanfiction. 

Tapping on the blogger’s icon, you start investigating if this was truly the “Official” Spider-Man. The first thing you do is read the bio: 

“Yes, I’m the real Spider-Man XD. Still trying to figure out how to use this site so bear with me.

Queens, NY | Avenger | Science Nerd”

Looking at the blog’s avatar, you see that it’s a selfie that the hero took while swinging in the air. You’ve never seen a photo of Spider-Man like this before, but you couldn’t tell if it was edited or not. If this is a fake account, this person must be really good at photoshop… 

Scrolling through the blog, you notice that this person’s not only reblogged your fanfiction but almost all your mutuals too. You recognized some of the stories as one’s you’ve read prior and almost all of them were from people who were in the Spider-Man group chat with you. Eventually, however, you scrolled to the bottom of the blog and found a simple text post. 

“Hey Everyone! It’s me, Spider-Man. I’m just here to interact with you guys cause I’ve heard that I have fans on this site. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for supporting me. Love you all

The post, although wholehearted and sweet, immediately fills you with worry. If this truly was Spider-Man, that means your favorite hero, the hero you’ve been fantasizing about through your writing, was reading your stuff. He was reading this personified version of himself that you created for your silly romantic pleasure, and that scares you shitless. A part of you feels exposed in a way you never thought possible, and even though your Tumblr username doesn’t quite give away your identity, you still feel extremely vulnerable. The thought of the man behind the mask seeing your work makes you feel quite uneasy, especially because you don’t know who the man behind the mask is. 

Suddenly, the bell for first-period rings, and you’re brought back to reality. As peers shuffle through the halls around you, you shove your phone in your pocket and pick up the pace to get to your first class. While walking, you couldn’t help but wonder Why Spider-Man chose to solely reblog fanfiction. There are plenty of Spider-Man Tumblr posts consisting of gif-sets, fan edits, and general news about him, so why fanfiction? 

It was as if Spider-Man has some sort of motivated intentions. 

——————

Peter Parker hits the reblog button on yet another well-written story about him. 

Well, better yet, him as a superhero. 

Ever since he found out that you write fanfiction about Spider-Man a couple of months back, Peter couldn’t stop wondering what else was written about him. After a self-debate for whether or not it’d be a good idea to actually make a Tumblr account and find your work, he decided to go for it. After all, he was pretty bored last night, and what better way to interact with fans that through a popular fandom website? 

So he created “TheOfficialSpiderMan” and immediately started reading fanfiction. 

He has to say, he was quite amazed at how talented his fans were. A lot of the stories and characters they created were so unique, and the plots they wrote up were quite clever! He instantly picked up on some tropes people would write about, including ones where the reader was Iron Man’s child (he has to admit, he found those stories quite meta). 

And after a ton of scrolling and reblogging, he came across a story about a version of Spider-Man named Trevor Trenton. He immediately knew that this story was yours, and took notice of your Tumblr name, (Your Tumblr blog name). He wanted to follow you but figured he should lay low right now. ‘I shouldn’t be giving certain fans special attention… especially if this certain fan is a good friend of his and possibly his crus-.’ 

“Hey, Peter!” 

Peter turns around to see Ned with his usual smile on his face. 

“Oh, Ned! Guess what?” Peter proceeds to shove his phone in his best friend’s hand. “I found (Y/N)’s Tumblr account!” 

Ned’s eyes go wide as he examines Peter’s phone, seeing a post with your blog name on it. “Oh my god, Peter,” Ned starts to laugh. “You did not just join Tumblr to find her fanfiction.” 

“Of course not,” Peter protests, going to show the blog account. “Spider-Man did.” 

Ned looks up at Peter with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Damn Peter,” Ned says sarcastically. “Didn’t think you’d be one to join fandom culture.” 

Peter rolls his eyes as the bell rings, indicating that second-period was about to start. Saying a quick goodbye to Ned, Peter quickly makes his way to his robotics class, a class that you just so happen to share with him. As Peter enters the room, he scans it and instantly spots you at one of the workshop tables, head buried in your phone, and wide-eyed. 

Peter smirks. He knows exactly what’s going on. 

He makes his way over you, and plops down in the seat next to you, causing you to look up at him in surprise. “Oh, hey Peter.” you squeak out, completely caught off-guard. 

Peter couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. The last time he saw you this flustered was when MJ caught you writing Spider-Man fanfiction back at his place, and he had to admit, you looked pretty cute. “Hey, (Y/N). What are you looking at?” 

You look back at your phone and quickly snooze the screen, shoving your phone in your pocket. “Oh, i-it’s nothing…” You say unconfidently, a blush appearing on your face. “Just a stupid Tumblr update.” 

“Oh?” Peter asks, knowing what you meant by ‘update’. “Does it have to do with Spider-Man?” He couldn’t help but push the conversation on you. He was too excited to see your reaction. 

“Actually, yeah.” You finally admit after a moment. “My mutuals and I are kinda freaking out cause a blog that claims to be Spider-Man is reblogging our stories. It’s weird.” 

“Really, weird?” He questions. “What makes that so weird?” 

“Why would a superhero go online just to read fanfiction. Superheroes shouldn’t even know about this kinda stuff. They should be focused on, I don’t know… saving the world or something. It’s just weird that he’s only reblogging fanfiction and-.” You cut yourself off when you look up at Peter and see he’s just sitting there, head propped up against his hand, leaning on the table with his elbow, sporting a knowing smirk of some sort. Confused at why he was looking at you like that, you almost question him. But that was when you started to connect the dots. 

It feels like Spider-Man has some motivated intentions. Peter Parker is intentionally talking about this with you. 

You squint your eyes at the boy in front of you. “Peter, did you tell Spider-Man about fanfiction?” 

Peter blinks, his smirk off his face. “W-what? No, I didn’t.” 

Your glare intensifies, and Peter sits up straight. “Are you lying to me? You just had your ‘I-know-something-you-don’t face on.” 

Peter swallows, suddenly nervous. He didn’t think you’d react like this. “I’m not lying, (Y/N). I did not tell Spider-Man about fanfiction.” 

You did… a couple of months ago… 

You look away, now glaring at the table. “Then explain how Spider-Man knows about fanfiction and why he only reblogs it?” 

Peter starts to sweat. “Uh, I-I don’t know. Maybe he likes to read?” 

“Or someone told him to find it?” You look back up at Peter, whose clearly uncomfortable, making it easier for you to believe that he’s lying. “Maybe while they were at their Stark Internship or something?” 

Peter mentally facepalms. He’s not getting out of this, is he? 

“(Y/N), please.” Peter pleads. “I promise I didn’t say anything to S-Spider-Man. And even if I did, why is it so bad? Why is it bad that he’s reading fanfiction?” 

“Because!” You shout, catching the attention of some of your classmates. Embarrassed, you force Peter to crouch down close to you so you can whisper. “The stories on Tumblr can get a bit uncanny. What if he finds smut about himself?” 

Peter raises an eyebrow. “What’s a smut?” 

You roll your eyes. “Exactly, and I’m NOT going into that right now.” You shudder, realizing what could happen if your favorite hero finds stories like… that.

Nevertheless, you push those thoughts out of your head and continue on. “But seriously Peter. You told me you wouldn’t tell him about this stuff, and how he’s reading a ton of it? Something doesn’t add up.” 

Peter wants to argue back, but he honestly doesn’t know what to say. He can’t assure you that your writing is good and that he’s enjoying seeing his fans’ creativity because he’d have to reveal his secret to you, and that’s the last thing he wants to do. Especially now. 

Before he knows it, your packing your stuff back up, getting out of your seat and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “Find me when you can tell me the truth.” With that, you walk to the other side of the room and sit at a new table, just in time for the teacher to walk in and discuss the new project. 

Peter couldn’t help but mentally beat himself up. Was doing all this a mistake? He genuinely just wanted to find your work and actually interact with his fans. He never expected it to backfire like this. Now he has to find a way to assure you he wasn’t technically lying, all while keeping his identity a secret. With all the thoughts racing through his mind, there was one that stood out: 

He fucked up.

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[girls-scenarios]

We’re Recording

Idol: Lua (Weki Meki)

Prompt: I saw that the requests for Weki Meki and EXID are open so could u do a Lua scenario where she sits on her s/o's lap while they are streaming and just starts asking questions about the game?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I ended up making the game the Sims because I’ve been obsessed with it lately, but haven’t really watched someone play a game on stream in a long time so I hope this is still accurate? Also I haven’t been posting as much as I want to because the weather took a sudden shift here and made me sick, but I’m doing better and I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

It was a normal Thursday, like any other. You had everything set up and ready to go, your headphones on the desk beside a bottle of water and the Sims loading screen on the computer. Lua was somewhere in the house, but you weren’t too worried about it as you sat down and stretched your arms up over your head. She’d showed up in a couple of your streams, so your followers wouldn’t be that surprised if she walked in.

After taking one more sip of water, you put on your headphones and moved in closer to the computer, clicking the screen recording option before starting the stream. It always took a few minutes for everyone to get on, but since you’d announced the stream on Twitter, quite a few of your followers were already there. You grinned and waved before clicking into your Sim house, greeting everyone.

“Hello, welcome back to my stream everyone! Is everyone in the mood to do some Sims challenges?” You opened up the chat, reading the comments. Most of them were just cute gifs, but people had responded, making you laugh. Your fingers were itching to get playing, so you sat up straight and clicked onto your character. “Alright, let’s get into this. This week, we’re trying to start the zombie apocalypse, so buckle in tight because it’s about to get crazy!”

 -

The first half of the stream went smoothly, with your stream gaining more hits than usual and your character successfully beginning the virus through the mod you’d installed. As you were obsessing over a zombie dog, though the door to your room opened. You didn’t hear it, headphones blocking out the sound, so you didn’t notice anyone was in the room until a hand touched the back of your neck, making you jump and squeak, spinning around only to see Lua there, laughing softly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just curious about what you were playing.”

You cleared your throat, trying to play off being scared even though you knew chat was going crazy by the sounds of pings in your headphones. With deft hands, you reached back and closed the chat, an idea popping into your head. “I’m playing the Sims,” you said, turning the chair back around.

“The Sims? The Sims isn’t scary. Why did you jump like that?” She didn’t notice the blinking light on the side of the screen as she sat on your lap, peering at the screen. “Wait, is there something wrong with that dog?”

“It’s a zombie dog.”

She blinked and turned back to look at you, confused. “What? How did you get zombies in there?”

“I installed a mod that makes it possible to have zombies.”

“There’s a mod for that?”

“There’s literally a mod for everything, babe. How long has it been since you played the Sims?” Chat was going crazy even more, and you hoped that she couldn’t hear the sound as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Um, a long time. I played with you that time!”

“That was months ago. And that was just the normal game with no mods.”

“It was still the game.” Her eyes widened as more zombies appeared on screen. “That looks scary.”

“Only if someone is sneaking up behind you while you’re playing it,” you said, making her whine and turn her head to look at you again.

“I told you I didn’t mean to scare you! You just had your headphones on so you didn’t hear me.” She kissed your cheek, a peace offering, and the sound of the chat went nuts again, making your face heat up. You weren’t expecting her to go that far.

“Alright, you’re forgiven,” you said, gently touching your cheek with a smile. “You need to learn more about gaming, though.”

“I know a little bit, don’t act like that. I can play Skyrim.”

“Everyone can play Skyrim.”

“I played Outlast with you!”

“That game came out ages ago!”

“Still, it was scary.”

“True, true. Have you played any games recently?”

She leaned back against you, thinking. “Tetris and Mario Kart.”

“Those don’t even count,” you teased with a grin, and she huffed, sitting up.

“You’re so mean. Can you do a split, (Y/N)? Can you do a cartwheel? Can you do rhythmic gymnastics from memory?” She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, and you put up your hands.

“Okay, point taken. I’m sorry for teasing you.”

“Apology accepted.” As she went to look back at the screen, you turned back on chat, and her eyes widened. “Wait. Is that....” She spun back around. “Have you been recording this whole time?”

“You walked in while I was streaming,” you said, giving her your best innocent voice. “This is payback for scaring me.”

“You play dirty, oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.” She covered her face with her hands and you laughed, wrapping your arms around her again to keep her from getting up and leaning forward to read the comments.

“They think we’re cute, though. Look. ‘omg goals’ ‘why are they so cute’ ‘wow they make me feel lonely’ and then there’s a lot of hearts,” you pointed out, and she peeked out through her fingers.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said with a sigh, shaking her head, but there was the hint of a smile on her lips, and you knew she wouldn’t stay mad at you long.

“You’re the cute one, not me.” Chat erupted again, and she wiggled out of your arms.

“Just for that, I’m revoking your cuddle privileges for the rest of the night.”

“Babe! That’s not fair!”

She grinned and leaned towards you, and you gulped. “Then give me a kiss. On the lips.” Chat was going insane, and you knew you had to do it. Damn your girlfriend for being just as mischievous as you.

“Fine.” You leaned forward, making it quick, and when you sat back, lips tingling and face red, she grinned.

“Thank you. Cuddle privileges are no longer revoked.” She turned on her heel and headed out of the room, and you were almost afraid to look back at the chat as you cleared your throat and put back on your headphones. The amount of people on the stream had almost doubled, and your eyes widened at the sheer amount of comments coming in.

“Woah. Maybe I should invite my girlfriend onto every stream,” you joked, shaking your head as you looked the chat. Most of them were saying that you’d ‘lost at your own game’ and ‘took the L” but you just grinned. “I definitely lost to her this time. But I can’t say I mind.”

The chat erupted again, making you laugh as you turned back to your game, but a new stream idea was already blooming inside your head.

“Hey guys, what do you say about a series where I play my girlfriend in the Sims?”

[daddycardan]

Hi would u like to do some Jurdan prompt? After the QoN synopsis there’s so much to imagine

omg i wrote this thing really quickly i hope there are no embarrassing typos and grammar mistakes in it. this is probably the quickest hc i’ve ever written, eventho it still took like an hour, and also just sayin that i still hate taryn with all my heart but i can’t deny the twin vibe is very catchy

Jude lies draped over the couch, still in her streetwear

Balenciaga shoes she bought the other day from Vivi’s enchanted money

Airpods in her ears, listening to Killer Queen

Phone in her hand, scrolling through Instagram registering all the likes she got on her recent post without any particular interest

She basically got over this nonsense faerie shit and is living her best life

Vivi walks in, a wide smile on her face as she hops down on the couch and drapes her arms around Jude’s shoulders

She was never particularly huggy so this sparks a hint of suspicion in Jude

She can see her mouth forming words but she can’t make out what she’s saying

“WHAT.”

“I SAID TAKE THOSE FUCKING AIRPODS OUT,” Vivi shouts through the music

She takes them out, already grumpy at her sister

“What.”

“We have a little surprise here,” Vivi squeaks with overplayed excitement

“Umm. Cool. What is it?” Jude holds back a yawn

“Oh don’t try to play it cool,” Vivi smacks her shoulder, dragging her up on her feet. “It’s in the kitchen. I bet you will be VERY surprised!”

Jude rolls her eyes in silent disagreement, but stops protesting and makes her way to the kitchen with Vivi in her back

It is their third sister, Taryn standing beside the counter

Very awkwardly

She is dressed in a long green gown, barefoot, with bracelets of braided flowers around her wrists—so obviously out of place that it hurts Jude’s eyes

“Jude,” she says sweetly and goes for a long, warm hug

Against her better judgement, Jude swallows her bile and hugs her back

Her twin’s touch feels foreign and offensive and it scares her

Just how much have they drifted apart from each other?

When she looks at her pure, rosy face she sees tears in her eyes, and already knows that something is wrong

Taryn wouldn’t just show up for the sole reason of visiting her beloved sisters

She is up to something, and this realization makes Jude’s stomach lurch

“Oh gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages, you two have no idea for how long I’ve dreamt of a reunion like this” Vivi starts chattering, completely oblivious to the fact that Taryn looks completely destroyed despite her natural loveliness and that Jude is as hostile as she’s ever been

As Vivi starts making coffees, Jude and Taryn lock glances as they both descend to their seats on the opposite sides of the kitchen table

As they stare at each other, despite all the hatred and betrayal, Jude senses a deep, mutual agreement between the two of them

Taryn hasn’t said a word yet, but Jude already knows that something went wrong in Faerie

She sees a familiar, fierce glint in her eyes and realizes that it’s as though she’s looking into a mirror

“I’ll go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a sec,” Jude says suddenly, pushing back her chair and heading towards the bathroom

It doesn’t take half a minute for Taryn to follow

They lock the door and stare at each other once again for a silent moment

“What happened?” Jude asks finally, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub

Taryn’s lips press together into a straight line as she’s trying to hold her tears back, but nevertheless, they roll out onto her cheeks

Jude doesn’t comfort her but she listens carefully to her story about Locke being an ignorant and scandalously unfaithful husband

About Locke’s backhanded compliments about Taryn’s mortality, Taryn’s sensitivity, Taryn’s fragility

The way he makes soft jokes about the fact that Taryn is going to grow old and ugly

And that he might grow bored of her in time

The way he takes complete strangers into their bed, as though he is trying to trigger her

And that he discusses their private life in court as though it was nothing more special than the weather

By the end of the story, Taryn breaks down entirely, crying her heart out and using toilet paper to wipe her tears

“Please Jude, don’t tell me you told me so, I don’t want to hear this from you,” she sobs. “I can’t do this anymore, I feel like with every lonely day I spend in that godforsaken manor I lose a little bit of myself. I am becoming his creature, I am wasting away. Please, Jude, I beg you, do something, do anything! I can’t do this alone. I have no one but you.”

Jude sniffs once, considering

“Jude, you must—“

“Do you realize that you have been the biggest bitch in the entire universe?” Jude says abruptly. “When I needed help, when I was wasting away you literally had no fucks to give. When I was being played with and used as a pawn by Locke, you had no fucks to give. When I was hunted in the woods like an animal, shot in the leg and almost murdered by Locke, you had to fucks to give. You schemed behind my back for my disadvantage and betrayed me, not once but twice. So at this point, dear sister, I don’t have any obligations. I am not supposed to give any more fucks than you did, right? This is but fair.”

At this, Taryn buries her face in her hands and continues weeping, her shoulders shaking, her entire body burning with shame

She obviously cannot say anything that would excuse her actions, so she plays the victim, Jude registers

Jude genuinely doesn’t much feel like helping her, but that little glint of revenge she saw in the opportunity didn’t let her back down

“But,” she continues, her voice a tone softer, “I hate Locke just as much as you do, if not more. And eventhough I did not wish to get into the business of faeries again, I might have changed my mind.”

Taryn goes quiet, slowly raising her face from her hands, staring at Jude red-eyed

“I will help you, but on my own conditions. You can decide whether you want my help or not, but I will not change my approach.” She falls silent for a moment. “We kill him.”

Taryn looks shocked and she stands unnaturally still, gaping at her twin

But then Jude notices the same heated gleam in those innocent eyes that she saw on herself when she looked into the mirror, sick and feverish from the poisons she once took

She looks at Taryn and sees her own soul in her eyes

A slow smile spreads on both their lips

[lunawings]

King of Prism SSS episode 7 commentary (Leo)

So this episode is the opener for what I know as the theatrical “Part 3″ ... and boy what an opener.... By the time it was over I was like “T-That was only the first one... BUT IVE ALREADY FELT SO MANY THINGS..” 

Having this as the first episode of the three has been pretty difficult because it’s just such a rollercoaster. I’ve actually been hesitant to see go Part 3 more just because I know I have to get through this episode right off the bat. And not because I think it’s a bad episode OH NO ITS JUST... SO MANY... FEELINGS.......... 

I got to go to the midnight showing for Part 3, and I honestly think that has an unfairly high influence on how I feel about the episodes. Part 1 and Part 3 I saw at the midnight showing and I loved them. Part 2 and Part 4 I saw at 8 am when I was exhausted and miserable and I ended up thinking Part 2 was weaker than the others, and Part 4....................... uhhuhh we’ll get to that later, anyway--

So when I translated the original story about Over the Rainbow crossdressing for Miss Kakyoin, I honestly did it just for that two second reference in episode 3. I had no idea this was also going to happen. So when the first second of Part 3 opened on the theater screen with this I was like OH. MY. GAWD. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I’m gonna cry already. (Little did I know what was coming up later in this episode....)

Also this was the point where I began to realize some of these episode are taking place in the past/out of order. Because SSS starts off in the summer, but the Kakyoin Fest usually takes place in May. So either this is a Rainbow Live retcon, or this episode is taking place in May. (But I suppose there’s no particular big reason that can’t be possible. Well one small one maybe...) 

So this is Rinne’s first appearance in SSS, right? (Outside of her silhouette in the OP.)

So... I don’t really think it’s a spoiler to tell you she will appear again, under.... vErY DiFfeRent CircumStanCes........ 

And I just wonder if like, when we get to that moment, someone who is watching only SSS who has never seen Rainbow Live or Pride the Hero is gonna be like “Oh that’s the girl from the beauty contest.... wait..... WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING.... “ 

Oh lord. 

Anyway. 

This scene is a whole lot of fun in cheering because we all have our green out and are cheering to Freedom, then it... stops.... then it starts again ahahah.... 

I love Taiga in the background here. It’s clearly intentional. 

I wonder if he actually believes what Kazuki says here or not. But you know what. I don’t think it matters because I think this scene has about zero influence on how he reacts next. I mean, if Taiga actually realizes Kazuki’s just doing this to save face, well then.... hell yeah he’d want to help defend Kazuki-senpai’s honor! And if he believes him and thinks crossdressing and winning a beauty contest is an honor for Edel Rose.... hell yeah he’d want to follow in Kazuki-senpai’s footsteps ahah ha.......... yeah see it literally doesn’t matter........... For Kazuki-senpai!!!

Yeah see this is definitely post-episode 3 Taiga. He definitely changed in that episode after becoming honest about his feelings for Kazuki. So this is the only stupid little thing that makes me question when this episode is taking place since the Nebuta Festival is in August ahahah ha.... (Well maybe he realized long ago.)

Wait woah woah what’s going on here with the subtitle. I thought I saw someone else’s screenshot of this and it was an upside down “A”? Is it just my computer? Is it really like this?

BTW I actually never had any idea what they were saying here before, neither did I pick up that it was probably a reference to μ's because in the theater you just cannot see anything on that newspaper because it’s on screen for like half a second.

If I had, maybe I would have realized that..... 

......Both Kakeru and Shin’s outfits seem to be a reference to the original Love Live! I had a little subconscious inkling in the back of my mind that I knew where Kakeru’s outfit was from and it probably wasn’t Pretty Series. But Shin..... Shin..... for the longest time I kept trying to think what coord this was. Because it does look like it could easily be a PriPara coord, doesn’t it? But after other folks started pointing it out, yeah it does look like they were trying to rip on the “Bokura wa Ima no Naka de” outfits goddamn it hahaha.... Well, it makes sense because there are people who worked on both Love Live! and Rainbow Live. 

But yeah I swear if they had only made the skirt plaid I would have gotten it. The plaid skirts are such a big point of that outfit for me. 

But still anyway, if anybody can think of a Pretty Series coord which is similar to this (or can make one on the 3DS).... um.... hit me up................ now..........

OH COME ON MINATO you can do so much better than this.... For Miss Schwartz you actually found a look that worked for you.... 

I mean sure he looks like someone’s mom but isn’t he. 

The moment when I was like “Welp, maybe Taiga’s straight after all.” Such a mystery, this kid. 

MINATO AND YU OMG

This moment goes by so fast I literally missed it my first two showings but OMG it’s my favorite joke in this episode and one of my favorite visual jokes overall I crack up uncontrollably every single time. Ahhhhhh you poor boys....  

Welp someone hasn’t watched PriPara but I think we already knew that from Kakeru’s “Glowstick Cage”. Still, I really think you’d be able to figure out this is clearly a catch phrase but WHATEVS

I think my reaction echoes most of the community’s reaction as being “are they gonna say the thing--THEY SAID THE THING” 

As much as I want to feel bad that Leo feels like he has to do this, it’s just too funny. And not to mention adorable. 

How “masculine” Leo somehow ends up being EVEN CUTER than natural Leo, I will never be able to explain but OH LORD HE IS. (I guess just, the more he tries to fight it the stronger it is....)

He’s not lying. 

................ no..... noooooo.......... *buries face in hands*

So. Okay. Okayokay. Sorry we gotta pause here oh boy. 

Ever since the Pride the Hero era, Tsurugi was always my favorite member of The Shuffle. Especially since I realized that even though we could see him failing the training machine in the first movie, he still made the group. It was my headcanon that it was because Kokoro, Mondo, and Mitsuba helped him rise up and overcome his challenges until he finally made it. I saw him as the Otoha of the group. A sweet lovely boy who somehow got mixed up in all the corruption of Schwartz Rose AND SOMEHOW he survived. 

And then this happened. 

His feminine personality. It was all an act. IT WAS A LIE. Just created to add the right appeal to The Shuffle. AND I FELL FOR IT. 

...............

I guess Joji isn’t the only liar in Schwartz Rose. I guess, Schwartz Rose just naturally attracts that kind of people huh. 

Well, from this moment on Tsurugi was not my favorite anymore. 

For the record, my favorite member of The Shuffle nowadays is Ace. And probably subconsciously has been since episode 5? But I actually didn’t come to realize that for.... a few more episodes...... So we’ll talk about it then.

Right now we have to talk about.... wait... wait no no no no no no no

You ever have one of those moments when time just kinda stops and everything just kinda... spins around you........... that was this moment for me at the midnight showing....................

Sorry I have to interrupt again to mention this. They revealed here Leo’s dad supposedly designed all these characters.

Well OK, but the thing is in this universe supposedly PairChams and stuff are actually real. 

So how can they be designed by Leo’s dad?

Welp, my theory on this is Leo’s dad either was a prism star, or just has a lot of prism sparkle in him, and he secretly just draws exactly what he sees. 

I think the phrasing is a little weird here. It’s more like Leo didn’t even particularly realize he was a boy. (Or what his gender was at all.)

(Yes they are wearing mini-Fortune Party CRs.)

(Yes this is also our Young of Prism reference.)

.......I really like this episode but...... this part is just so hard for me..... it’s just...... a bit too real............. but I applaud them for it the same time but.... it’s just.... it’s hard.............

People take out yellow and cheer for Otoha here, but at first I was just so distraught after the proceeding scenes it took me until maybe my 4th or 5th cheering show to actually join them.... just trying to get the energy and to come out of it and like oh it’s Otoha.... oh where are my concert lights.... oh where is yellow..... oh it’s over...... ................. (ahh it’s just.... so sad........)

Okay so now that we’ve gotten this far, I can finish my train of thought about the order that the boys joined Edel Rose.

I think it’s safe to assume Yukinojo was probably first. His episode revealed that he liked prism shows since he was really little, so he probably entered his first year of junior high? I think Kakeru was already in junior high when he found out about prism shows so he probably transferred in anywhere from 2012 - 2014.

Yu and Minato I think probably joined at the same time in April 2015. Because when we meet them in the first movie they are both 1st years (in junior high and senior high respectively) and we know from Minato’s episode he was never in the junior high division. 

Then Leo joined sometime not too long after that, and finally Shin.

Taiga is the only mystery, because his flashback only features Kazuki and there is nothing to particularly date it. In my head I’m gonna throw him in there after Kakeru but before Minato/Yu though. 

......Anyway.

Leo’s reactions as he meets each of the boys, and vice versa, are just... SO INTERESTING to me and reveal so much about him and the other characters. So I’m sorry but. We’re basically gonna take this frame-by-frame....

Oh gosh oh no oh to think that because of his experiences in life, Leo is just so conditioned to the point where this is the first thing he says directly to any of his new friends I just I.... *chair squeak* excuse me I need a moment.

*walks out of the room*

*comes back after several minutes*

Oho gosh okay okay sorry where were we

AND HIS FACE when he realizes Kakeru called him cute and clearly meant it as a compliment I just I *chair squeak* I may need another minute we’re like ten seconds into this scene and it’s already just--

OHHHH MANNNNNN

I’m pretty sure Leo’s extreme reaction here isn’t because he’s upset at not being called cute. It’s because, once again, Leo is just so conditioned because of everything he’s been through. He took one look at Taiga and probably saw him as the exact archetype of a person who usually bullies him. 

But he was wrong. 

Taiga, the actual purehearted softie that he is, had absolutely no idea his words would have such an effect on Leo. And once he realizes, he PANICS, and says absolutely anything he has to in order to fix it as fast as possible.

TAIGA

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 

I’d also like to note what makes this scene even funnier is that Taiga is using a Tohoku slang word for “cute”. (This is a younger Taiga who hasn’t quite lost his northern dialect yet. Also sort of a northerners bonding moment for the two of them maybe?) 

So Taiga being attracted to Leo is a thing I guess. But.... but does it really count as being gay with Leo, like I mean.....?

Well.... Taiga being asexual is probably ruled out at least.

Anyway.

Out of all of them, Leo’s encounter Minato might just be my favorite.

First, Minato reaches out his hand intending to shake Leo’s. 

But Leo, probably being just.... so desperate for human contact at his point, sees this and actually reaches up and grabs Minato’s hand with both his hands instead. 

If you remember, Leo being too touchy-feely with other boys was one of the reasons he was bullied. Probably moments exactly like this.

But Minato....

He doesn’t flinch. His expression never changes. Instead he’s just like, oh you remind me of my sister. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

And he probably thinks that’s kinda nice that it will be like having his beloved sister around. 

shfsfshl;dsaSDJGSOGSAG+J

Yu doesn’t care who Leo is as long as he thinks he’s cool. 

Sounds about right. 

Gonna say the obvious here but YUKINOJO WHAT ARE YOU DOING 

How he just immediately powers down and goes into kabuki practice mode when nothing has been happening for 30 seconds..... 

I have things to say about this encounter too but we’ll get to it later. 

My favorite comedic line in the episode. 

Yukinojo is somewhat oblivious about gender norms himself eheh. 

I love the juxtaposition of this line with this scene. It’s not a coincidence surely. 

Leo kind of just made a fool of himself here, but the other boys had almost no reaction. They were all just kinda like “huh”, and instead of “this Leo kid is a weirdo” it’s “Yukinojo what did you do” hahahah. That, is acceptance. That is Leo finally finding a place where he can belong.......... Until.....

Oh boy I’m sorry we gotta go on another tangent here. A dark one. 

Throughout SSS it’s pretty clear that Shin’s arrival had a big impact on everyone, but it probably had the biggest impact on Leo.

Edel Rose was the first place in his adolescence where he was able to find acceptance. 

And I think it’s safe to say, that without Shin to bring everyone together, Edel Rose probably would not have survived.

And if that happened.....

Leo would have nowhere to go. 

I really shudder to think about what might have happened.

And I don’t think it’s a huge exaggeration to think that Shin joining Edel Rose... may have actually saved Leo’s life. 

So when you really stand by and take all of this into perspective. 

All of a sudden how attached Leo is to Shin. His over-protectiveness, his jealousy. It.... it starts to make a lot more sense. 

So from this moment on I decided I won’t fault him for it anymore. I can understand.

Oh gosh okay I know it’s hard to come out of that with this, but....

Y.. yay Christmas Party! This is going to come up again in SSS, but since people are going to be talking about it now I’ll talk about it now. 

The Christmas Party is an event which happened in detail on the Prism Rush Main Story and was the first time the boys all performed together as a group and debuted Dramatic Love. 

And yes, at the same time it is also an analog to the real live Music Ready Sparking concert, which was the first time the voice actors all performed  together in real life. Those are the outfits they wore in the real concert, and the same pose they used for promotional materials.

They actually re-drew it for the anime in the performance outfits instead of the concert T-shirts. 

(The outfits aren’t a secret anymore, and no need to sell T-shirts ahah....) 

WHAT. THEY FIXED IT. Okay I SWEAR in the theatrical version of this there is a continuity error here where Leo has his pigtails in this back shot, but his hair is down from the front. I paused here to take a screenshot so I could mention it then I was like wait whaaaaaaaaa. This is the only time I have noticed a blatant change between the theatrical version and the TV version. (Other than the new endings.) It makes me wonder if there’s anything else I missed. 

PFFT. 

I guess “yes” isn’t the worst translation, and who am I to talk since I don’t translate “IIZE” at all. But it drains the flavor out of it whenever I try. 

If you’re not aware, “IIZE” was the scoring system in the boys’ PriPara from Idol Time, DanPri. The joke is that it’s like a masculine version of “iine” which was the scoring system in the regular girls PriPara, and still is in PriChan. Probably the most literal translation of “iine” is “likes” since that’s what they call the like button on Facebook/Twitter. But yeah it’s a bit of a journey to understand this I suppose.

Iize = burly likes 

? ? ?

He’s just.... he’s just so weird........... Tsurugi why...............

(Yes, Mirei hair and Bunny Magician coord from Prism Tours. Sorry I’m skipping over pointing out some of the PriPara references on purpose since this post is just so long as is.)

PFFFFFFT okay okay. Okay. OKAY. Okay. 

I know this is probably just in here for a throwaway joke but OHHHH lord.

We saw Alec compete in a beauty contest on Prism Rush before in the Street Beauty No. 1 event, but not on purpose as Louis basically tricked him that time. To think he’d come this close to doing it on purpose, and in his Mom’s clothes?...... ohhhhhhhh wow

If this really almost happened, then I guess Alexander’s riding the same train as post-episode 3 Taiga nowadays isn’t he ahah. 

And finally we get to the prism show. But oh gosh, I have to say I do not like his initial outfit. First of all it’s supposed to be a boys’ outfit but it’s.... not.... I guess they were trying to go for a Peter Pan thing or something, but it just registers strongly in my head that Peter Pan is usually played by a woman and like. I just wish they would have made this outfit a bit more masculine to highlight the change that’s gonna happen. The least they could do is take off the earrings. 

Not to mention form-fitting stuff does not work for Leo. It highlights how small and child-like his body is, and they even do a butt shot and just NO no please no why. STOP. Okay, my only criticism against this episode is that. Had to say it. 

When you need a character to clarify this you’re doing it wrong. 

But anyway, moving on. 

This. 

When we got to this moment, I just.... I felt.... such a great vicarious weight lifted off my shoulders. It just felt so good to finally, finally see this. It’s been a long time coming. 

Okay, let’s go back. Way back. 

During the first movie, when we first met Leo. In the bath scene he introduced himself using “boku” (a male pronoun). He was presented as wanting to be more boyish, and Yukinojo’s little protege. And I said OK, and I accepted this for face value. For a while. 

But then about a year passed, and this CD came out. 

And I went woah. This was the first point when I began to realize things might not be quite as they seemed. Leo is just straight out wearing girls’ clothing here. As oblivious as he is, nobody can be quite that oblivious. 

So the whole theme of their duo song is mutual respect, and it clearly introduced for the first time the irony of Yukinojo and Leo’s relationship in that although Leo looks up to Yukinojo, in truth Yukinojo wishes he could be more like Leo because Leo is the feminine ideal he’s striving for as a kabuki actor who does female rolls. 

Well okay, but the thing is. 

Leo supposedly wants to be more masculine, but... but....

When he first meets Yukinojo, that’s not the reason he attaches himself to him. 

Leo picks the most feminine member of the group to model his ideal after. Not someone rough like Taiga, or built like Minato. He picks Yukinojo. Yukinojo. 

And that’s when you start to realize.... Nothing Leo has said has ever matched up with what his actual actions are. 

Sure, he talks a lot.... but....

What has he actually done to try and become more masculine since King of Prism started? 

Even when he purposely sets out to dress masculine in stories on Prism Rush (like in his initial PR story for one), he always ends up picking out feminine clothes somehow. 

Although he once introduced himself using “boku” to Shin, it’s pretty much exclusively become “watashi” over time hasn’t it?

His Pride the Hero subplot was enjoying his (arguably) feminine hobby of clothing design. No masculine quest subplot there. 

And we even got to the point where SSS opened with him wearing a frilly pink shirt in one episode and pigtails in the next. 

The more time Leo spends at Edel Rose, a place where he is accepted, the more he slowly opens up and starts acting like himself again. 

So if you’re thinking this came from nowhere, you haven’t been paying attention. 

Still, I was really worrying about what was really going on inside him a lot before this episode came up. And then. Finally. FINALLY. 

This episode should be seen by not just King of Prism fans. Not just Pretty Series fans. This episode should be seen by everyone. 

GAHHHH I’M JUST.... SO HAPPY.............. 

I LOVE YOU TOO

I think just looking at these screenshots and taking it all in is making me tear up more than in the theater. 

Okay so. When I saw Leo’s coord for the first time, my immediate thought was Laala’s first PR....

If you think maybe something else is a better fit though let me know. 

So I actually think this score for Leo is fair. He only did two non-connecting jumps, and as this episode revealed he is the least experienced member of Edel Rose. (...Like I said before Shin... Shin is a special case........) I really like how their shows are actually accurate to what their skill level would reasonably be. 

But it also just makes Minato’s higher score more of a mystery. 

I love, love how this contest has progressed from year to year. Rinne -> Kazuki -> Leo -> ??? 

It may take us until we get to the next generation to get another winner, but someday I hope we see one.... 

YES this is obviously PriPara ahah but in canon it might be “Prism Land”? Ahah.

Okay, the end! 

The post is over!

The end!

Why are you looking at me like that?

It’s over!

Thanks for reading!

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Okay. Since you’ve somehow stuck with me THIS FAR, I’m going to talk a little more about how this episode effected me personally and why it’s important to me. 

The depiction of bullying was just so frighteningly accurate, and I feel like other people who have been through something similar would probably agree.

5th grade really is the year. 

It’s right around that time when gender rolls really seem to solidify. All of a sudden lines are drawn. The girls become more girlish and the boys become more boyish. 

It was around that time that I also noticed, that I didn’t like the same things that other girls my age liked. Other people noticed too. 

My gender issues weren’t as profound as Leo’s, but I just wasn’t interested in things like clothes or boys yet. I still wanted to watch cartoons and play in the dirt and stuff.

Going into middle school, I also tried to pretend. But it didn’t work. 

And I didn’t have any friends for a long time. 

But then something happened to change that. I got more involved in music. Specifically marching band. Music and performing brought me together with a rag-tag group of people from different grades who didn’t know my past, all working together to put together a performance. That sort of activity (music, sports, etc.) builds bonds between people that surpass normal friendship. And eventually, through those sort of bonds, I found myself around people who accepted me even though I was a bit different. Gradually, I learned it was okay to be myself. 

So just watching Leo make friends though prism shows.... just oh my god.... that’s me. 

I kinda joked about Leo being my self insert character in King of Prism before, but man. Watching this episode. It just got so... SO much more real.

*deep breath* 

*exhale*

Wow. Okay.  

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Attention - Tom Holland x Reader (Part One)

Prompt: Brittney and I like to send pictures back and forth. Sometimes in happens when I’m in class. We came to the realization that Boyfriend!Tom would almost definitely do it just for the joy of making you feel flustered. Some of the dialogue is stripped right from our conversation

A/N: I’m so sorry. It’s literally been so long since I posted that I had to look up how I formatted my fics. I’m back at school full time and it’s kicking my ass!! Also this is my first TH fic soooo... comments would be lovely! Also, this is a two parter because I didn’t like how it was turning out, so I just split off the end. I’ll post the rest tomorrow

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Part Two

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A tired sigh escaped your lips as you scribbled down your notes, your professor’s tangent failing to hold your attention. Your four-hour block of classes was almost done and you couldn’t wait for the short 30-minute break before the final four-hour block began. You needed to grab something to eat and quickly.

 Absent-mindedly, your hand trailed over to your phone to check the time. When the light of your screen came on, the familiar Snapchat banner that accompanied a new message derailed you. The small little red ghost icon followed by the name “Tom 🐸 💖” made you smile instinctively.

 Tom would frequently send you snaps to brighten your day and to help break up the monotony of your long lectures. The thought of a cutely framed photo of Tessa had you clicking on the banner urgently, your desire to see a cute dog in an equally cute or funny scenario incredibly strong.

Upon opening the app and message, you nearly dropped your phone in your haste to discreetly hide your screen. Tom apparently fresh from the shower had sent you a shirtless photo, his damp curls stuck to his forehead as he gave you a mischievous smirk. The towel he was wearing hung low around his hips providing ample view of his wet, well-defined abs. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but in the context of your lecture hall, you felt your cheeks quickly gaining a healthy flush.

 The banner that flashed across the top of your screen showed another new snap, and you twisted your hand to cover your face as you clicked on it warily. The photo showed the towel that had previously been wrapped around Tom’s hips now in his outstretched hand. The white towel was a stark contrast against the warm colours you had chosen for your bedroom, and considering Tom’s toned forearm and that damn towel were the only thing in frame, you had little else to focus on.

 This time when the small ghost appeared again at the top of your screen, first red, and then purple to indicate he had sent you a video, you turned your phone’s screen off and placed the device face down against the desk. Your face burned hotly and your heart raced as you squirmed in your seat.  You forced yourself to breathe deeply, reaching for your pen and re-entering the password to your laptop that had fallen dark in your moments of distraction.

 Right, you thought as you shook your head, focus on the Olympian Twelve. Do not think about the fact your incredibly attractive boyfriend almost definitely just sent you nudes.

 The subtle buzz of your phone against the lecture hall desk drew your attention away from the discussion regarding the nuisances of myths and legends. Your brow furrowed; you had your phone set to do not disturb, with the exception of a very select group of individuals. Ever since you had started dating Tom, your previously respectable number of notifications had skyrocketed, and the constant chime of your phone was not welcome in academic settings.

 Once more, curiosity got the better of you and you reluctantly turned over your phone to discover that although the banner was different, the sender was the same.

 TOM HOLLAND (7)

 You pulled down the notification with a swipe of your finger and quickly scanned the messages.

 “Why didn’t you open my picture 😞”

“I made you a special video, darling ;)”

“Y/N!!!”

“Love you, gorgeous xxx”

“Answerrrrr myyyyyy messagesssss”

“Do you not love me? If you did you would open my video ;)”

“Respond plz”

 You turned off your phone completely after that. There were only 20 minutes left in your lecture and he could wait that long. Maybe you would make it longer if he continued in his current vein, you thought as an email from him with the subject “LOVE, COME ON” flashed in the upper-hand corner of your laptop screen.  You didn’t bother to read the preview.

 The next 10 minutes were rather uneventful, and you hoped that Tom had finally gotten the hint. He was well aware of your schedule’s busy nature despite its stark contrast to his own. For the most part, he respected that.

 “Hey guys, it’s me, Tom Holland.”

 Your head whipped around in your seat, the sound of Tom’s voice coming through a tinny phone speaker an unexpected occurrence in your Classic Mythology lecture. The girl who was holding the phone shot you an apologetic look devoid of recognition as she lowered her volume. You sunk into your seat- despite the new sound level you could still hear the clear, familiar chatter of your boyfriend’s voice.

 “Oh, hello marj1091 and… sorry, I can’t see your usernames anymore, they’re going by too quickly.” There was the familiar sound of your creaking bed and a loud huff, which made you think that Tom had thrown himself down in his typical fashion.

 “Right.” Tom stated, a small pause following his voice as the sound of things moving flowed through the speaker. “I’m on live right now because I’m feeling incredibly ignored by a certain someone who is very dear to me.”

 You had been so distracted by his dialogue that you had missed your class dismissal. Suddenly, the seats around you were emptying and Tom’s voice was being covered by the sound of squeaking chairs and hurried steps. As you gathered your things, you stared at your phone hesitantly before turning it back on. You were intrigued now, if not still a little irritated, about what he was saying about you. Walking outside of the lecture hall, you clasped your phone tightly in your hand as you scrolled through your folders to find the multi-coloured camera icon. You cringed when you noticed you had been tagged in a photo and now had almost 1500 new notifications and mentions.

The newest addition to your tagged page had Tom’s face filling your screen, his hair much less damp than in the photos he had sent you and his muscled chest now covered by a heather grey t-shirt. He was pouting as he clutched tightly to Tess, the dog somehow managing to look forlorn as well. The caption read, “When she’s ignoring you because she’s “being responsible”… Quite sure Tess thinks she’s gone forever.”

 It would have been cute if it weren’t so blatantly manipulative.

 Your teeth ground together as you looked for a safe spot to stop that was not in the way of the ongoing foot traffic. Settling on a nearly empty bench, you sighed despite yourself; you had to admit… he did look good. And that was infuriating given your current need to focus on getting through your school day. His stream was still running, and against your better judgement you pulled it up to catch him in the middle of a conversation.

 “Look, I love that she’s going to class and learning. She’s absolutely brilliant and I’m so proud of her. But being home alone all day is rubbish. What am I supposed to do—?” Oh come on, Thomas, you thought, I’m sure you can think of something. “—Just wait? She should just stay home, it’s better for all of us.” He trailed off, his lips quirking up into a faint smile as he read through the comments, shifting in his spot as you let out a small huff. He nodded his head, reaching for something just out of frame as he spoke.

 “Right, if you’re just joining us now,” Tom said as he held up a photo to his phone’s camera. Your face, smiling brightly as he planted a kiss on your cheek, came into focus as he repositioned the photo and let out a dramatic sigh. “The live stream is dedicated to remembering my girlfriend, Y/N. She’s not dead, she’s just ignoring me because she’s in lectures all day.”

 You rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to comment, allowing others to do it for you.

 “I’M fUCKING DEAD HAHAHAHAHAHA”

“tom ur such a little baby”

“omg Y/N sucks. Who cares about school when you’re dating Tom Holland????”

“take off your shirt!!!”

“tom, you’re literally the loving boyfriend meme and its gross”

“uh, I’m pretty sure I just saw her join the stream?”

 The last comment made you pause, and you watched as Tom processed the slow feed.  He had apparently missed the notification that you had joined in his dramatic presentation, his face breaking into a beaming smile. You felt your lips lifting upwards instinctively despite your mild irritation.

 “Did she actually? That’s brilliant, I thought she would have turned off her phone. Y/N/N, are you paying attention to me now, love?”  He was smiling broadly as he clicked through the viewers before finally finding your username. “You are.”

 “I’m not.” You typed angrily while pursing your lips, chiding yourself. You had no doubt in your mind that this would only encourage him. When the comment finally made its way into his view, he let out a booming laugh.

 “You’re so stubborn.” He shifted in your bed, adjusting himself so that he could sit up more comfortably. “But since you’re here, you really should open the snap video I sent you. Maybe not in class though.” His voice had the same mischievous air to it that his texts had conveyed.

 “what snap video??”

“what’s the video?”

“video? Why are you making it seem like a sexy video? Did you send a sexy video?”

“tom why are you like this?”

“are you sexting her in class, what is this”

“puppy tom no!”

“fuckboy tom at it again”

 The request to join the Instagram live stream flashed across your phone, and you glared at it for a moment before declining. It took a second or two for your action to catch up to Tom’s device, and his face twisted into a comical pout at the rejection.

 “Aww, come on now, Y/N/N. You’re not in class now, yeah? Just-” The comments that were coming now were fast and overwhelming.

 “omg tom let the poor girl learn”

“let Y/N get a degree 2k18”

“take your shirt off!!!”

“girl drop out & be a housewife. id live off that spider man $$$”

“TOM I LOVE YOU. DATE ME INSTEAD”

 “-join for a moment so that I can see your lovely face.” He was relentless, you thought with a small shake of your head.

 You settled on a suitable response and taped it out hurriedly; you had less than 10 minutes now to get over to your new building and you would have to skip lunch, which was truly tragic. “Pictures exist for a reason, Thomas. Stop being a baby. This is a home discussion! And! I’m! Busy!” You weren’t surprised when he chose to ignore the second half of your message.

 “Well, yeah but it’s not the same, is it, love? And I’m not being a baby. Forgive me for wanting to spend time with my girlfriend.” Tom replied with a hint of a pout that was nowhere near as convincing as it could have been had it not been replaced almost immediately by a childish grin. God, he was infuriating.

 You sent “✌️👶”, a sentiment that you thought succinctly conveyed the message you wanted to get across, and rolled your eyes as you left the stream despite your boyfriend’s whines. His incessant contact had thrown you off your groove, and now it was a struggle to get where you needed to be. You grumbled to yourself as you bolted across campus. “Do I call him repeatedly when he’s on set? Does he get roped into live streams because I haven’t seen him in 5 hours?”

 The answer was a resounding no.

 Boy, was he going to have hell to pay when you got home.

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Some For The Road

Ashton Irwin drabble? Oneshot?.. I haven’t written in a while, my autocorrect is off, and I’m bad at catching errors. Brace yourself.

so, basically, what i was thinking of was, uh

AH FUCK I CANT BELIEVE YOUVE DONE THIS!

hem, mings,

so sorry omg. lets get started with this

basically, a rundown of my idea for this was that you’ve been dating ash for a while now and this is the first time he’s gonna be going on tour while he’s with you. you can’t exactly come along because of your occupation/college/university responsibilities so he’s off alone without you for the first time. he gets... curious. he stops calling, he stops answering your calls, perhaps out of guilt for doing something?(one)(s)

ash cheats.

thats what he does.

if that will upset you please dont read further. be safe.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Ash? You haven’t returned my calls. And the only time I hear from you it’s a voicemail from some ungodly hour and you sound like you’re drunk. Please call me back... I love you...”

“Y/n... It’s been five weeks. I don’t think he’s going to call you back.” Lydia said quietly while scratching her arm. “I know that isn’t what you want to hear, but maybe you have to hear that...” Lydia didn’t meet her eyes.

Y/n bit her lip and tried to hold back the tears threatening to pour down her face as thoughts ran through her head. Finally, Y/n met Lydia’s eyes. “You don’t think this is his way of dumping me, do you?” Y/n’s eyes begged Lydia to tell her otherwise.

“What? No!”

“But, how do you know that?”

“I don’t,” Lydia rose from the armchair and made her way over to Y/n to place her hand on her shoulder, “But, if that is what’s happening I will fly out there and beat his ass.” Lydia paused and thought it over.

“Actually, I’m going to beat his ass nonetheless.”

“For what?”

“Not contacting you at all except a drunken voicemail with some girl’s voice in the background that definetly wasn’t Crystal.”

“Wait, why don’t you think it was Crystal?”

“Well, for one she sounded like she was French.”

Y/n looked even less hopeful than before. “You think he’s cheating?”

Lydia took a deep breath. “...Maybe.”

Y/n shook slightly, holding back the waterfall in her eyes.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, come on. Don’t cry. You don’t get to cry over him.”

“I... I don’t think I can help it.” Y/n said softly as a single tear escaped.

“Listen, how about we beat him to the next tour destination, live it up in London until he gets there, and then confront him.”

“Okay.” Y/n said with a small huff.

“Did you grab your passport?” Y/n questioned once Lydia opened the door.

Lydia’s eyes widened and she quickly turned back into the house. Y/n chuckled when she heard her friend’s sneakers squeak on the floor.

When Lydia got back she was breathing heavily and holding her passport triumphantly.

“Does Naomi know we’re ready?”

Lydia facepalmed.

“Naomi we’re ready!” She called out to her sister.

The girl suddenly came into view covered in paint. “Do you care if I get paint in your car?”

“I don’t care I just don’t want to miss the flight.”

“Okay cool,” Naomi reached out for the keys and Y/n passed them off.

In the car, Lydia plugged in the aux to her phone.

“I’m gonna shuffle my soundcloud?”

“Sure. Go for it.” Y/n mumbled.

As soon as Lydia hit shuffle, Lie To Me began playing.

Y/n visibly tensed.

“Sorry! I’ll reshuffle”

“Great.”

Like Satan himself was controlling the shuffle, an acoustic version of English Love Affair burst through the speakers.

All the girls in the car starting laughing.

“We got great seats! We have so much leg room!” Lydia gushed.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Ash and I met on a plane...”

Lydia gave her a look that was a cross between side-eye and pity.

“Sorry to be a downer. It just feels like the end. Also, I’m bummed out because you let She’s Kinda Hot play and Ash’s solo came on and I nearly cried.”

Lydia huffed. “Sorry. Let’s just...” Lydia paused trying to think of something. “Do something to take your mind off of it?”

“Like what?”

“Play twenty questions!”

“What are you, a seventh grade fuckboy?”

Lydia laughed out loud.

“That was the longest flight ever oh my gosh.” Lydia said while rubbing her hand down her face.

“I know rig-”

Y/n got cut off by a fan yelling across the airport.

“Isn’t that Y/n? Ashton’s girlfriend?”

“Oh no..” Y/n whispered.

The group of four girls ran over.

“Are you here to join the guys on tour?”

“Uh, actually I’m just paying Ash a little visit. Don’t tell anyone, I want it to be a surprise.” Y/n quickly came up with.

“Oh! Okay! Bye!”

With that, the girls left.

“Hm, that was easy...” Lydia mumbled.

“You’ve also never dealt with fans...”

The day before Ashton and the rest of the gang got to London, the pair were hanging out in their hotel room on their phones.

Lydia was scrolling twitter and decided to check the 5sos tag.

Her heart sank.

“Drummer of 5 Seconds Of Summer Ashton Irwin Spotted With Multiple Women In One Night.”

She clicked the link and it brought her to a news article with attached pictures of Ashton and various girls kissing. One in particular had the bottom half of the photo blurred and Ashton look like he was receiving a... service...

“Oh my gosh...”

“What?” Y/n looked up from the movie she was watching on Netflix. (It was Lemonade Mouth btw)

Lydia couldn’t figure out how to tell her friend what she just read.

“Um... I literally don’t want to do this, but I have to..”

“Spit it out, Lyds!”

“Go on the 5sos tag on twitter...”

Lydia refreshed and she saw that the hastags #ashtonthecheater #bringy/njustice and #respectwomen were trending.

She looked over and Y/n’s eyes were brimmed with tears.

“Hey, Y/n-”

“No.” Y/n shook herself off and she gained a fire in her eyes.

“This prick won’t even know what’s coming to him.”

Y/n whipped out her phone.

“What’re you doing?” 

“Calling Cal.”

“Um... For what?”

“Making sure Ashton is gonna be somewhere.”

“Wh-” Y/n cut off Lydia with her finger.

“Hey Calum!”

“Oh, I’m- I definitely could be better.”

“No, I’m not sick.”

“I need a favor.”

“Do you think you could make sure Ashton stays off social media?”

“Yeah. Bye Cal.”

Y/n set her phone down.

“What was that about?”

“Showing him what he’s missing out on now and slapping the shit out of his annoyingly attractive face.”

It was seven now and Bust The Windows was playing.

Y/n zipped her jeans up and flattened out her top whilst looking in the mirror.

“You look great.” Lydia commented. “That dick-bag is getting what’s coming to him.”

“Should I reapply my lipstick? Its smeared on my cup...”

“He might think you kissed someone, keep it that way.” Lydia smirked.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

She stared into her own reflection and still couldn’t help but feel sadness. She poured her heart out to him and this is what he gave her in return? She shared her secrets with him and he shared his lips with others. This was just plain cruel.

“You ready to go?” 

Y/n hesitated a second more. Finally, she nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

“Do you have the backstage passes?”

 Y/n lifted the lanyards up.

“Okay, great. Let’s get going.”

Once the first song started, Y/n’s heartbeat quickened.

There he was, innocently playing the drums towards the back of the stage.

She felt Lydia’s hand rubbing her shoulder.

She was in for a long couple hours.

The boys were in the middle of their final song when Dave came to get the girls.

“Calum told me about your... Situation. Would you like to go now?”

Y/n took a deep breath. “Yes.”

The girls followed Dave backstage and he showed them to where they could wait for the boys to come out.

Y/n couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“Calm down, Y/n/n. Once it’s over we can eat all sorts of ice cream. I’ll buy you f/f.”

Y/n nodded.

Then, they heard the boys finish up the song and the crowd screaming while they walked off stage.

“ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

“Y/n.”

“Sorry.”

Then, she saw him. Still as angelic and heavenly looking as ever. It killed her.

Then, Luke looked over. He looked very confused. (Elevator music... pfft)

He tapped Ashton and pointed the pair out.

When their eyes locked, her heart stopped.

Soon enough he was right there, hugging her.

“What’re you doing here baby?”

It felt so nice she almost didn’t shove him off. It broke her heart, but she did.

He was so caught off guard that he stumbled back. 

“I’m-” Her voice caught in her throat. It was so much harder with him right there, beautiful eyes gazing into hers with confusion. Her stomach still fluttered around him. Despite what she knows he did. “I’m here to break up with you.”

He flinched.

“What?”

“I’m not repeating myself.” Her words were like steel.Cutting like a blade.

“Why?” He almost seemed guilty. Maybe piecing together why she was truly here.

“You know what you’ve done. You know how you broke us.” As she uttered the sentence, her voice and heart broke simultaneously

He chewed his lip, “Baby-”

“No. Not anymore. You ruined that with infidelity.”

His brows furrowed, it seemed like he was searching for something to say.

The rest of the boys had walked over and began eavesdropping. (Luke and Lydia hugged upon greeting each other ;) )

“Wh- What makes you think I cheated on you? I could neve-”

“It’s all over the internet, there’s pictures and everything.”

“Those are ol-”

“No they aren’t.” She glared at him.

He sighed deeply.

“Why’d you do it?”

His eyes scanned her body for the first time, stopping in places. “I was.. Drunk, lonely..”

“That isn’t an excuse and you know it.” Y/n snarled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit.”

Michael stifled a chuckle.

“I still love you?”

Next thing you know Ashton was clutching his burning face and Calum was trying not to laugh.

“Ow!” He whipped his head up.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after this. You don’t get to try to make it better.” Her face grew red and tears formed in her eyes.

“We’re done.” 

Once they were in the car, she broke down.

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