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hockeyboysimagines · 1 year ago

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 2

Warnings: Sex, oral sex (Male recieving) talks about sex, some language, mentions of alcohol, fluff.

I’m so glad you all enjoyed the first part of this! Here’s chapter 2. Enjoy🤍

P.s. big shoutout to @cellythefloshie for all her help and encouragement, and picking the color of Vince’s car 🤣@jostyriggslover96 who I can’t tag because tumblr is insisting she blocked me when she didn’t for her help proofreading and all her ideas🤍

Josie followed Vince through the door of his apartment and really looked around this time. It was huge, high ceilings and large windows that looked down on the city. Modestly decorated, which meant there was no girl living or staying there currently or in the past, which was good.

“This is nice.” She commented as she looked around, eyes moving up the walls across the ceiling before landing back on him.

Seeing her in full lighting made him realize just how pretty she actually was. He knew she was pretty, but there was something to be said about seeing her in good lighting, and not a bar or his dark bedroom.

“Thanks. Do you want a tour? I would have given you one yesterday but I guess I wasn’t really thinking about being a good host.”

She giggled and set down her purse and phone “Sure. For the sake of your reputation as a good host that is.”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his head towards the hall. She followed him through the apartment listening to him talk about the various rooms in his house.

“A person could get lost in here you know. I did actually this morning.”

“Serves you right for sneaking out like that.” He smiled at her and stopped by the last room “And this is my room, but you know that already.” He waggled his eyebrows and she blushed and rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Sorry again for leaving this morning.” She said offhandedly as she followed him back out to his living room and watched him make her a drink.

“It’s okay.” He shrugged “I mean I’m glad I saw you again, but if I hadn’t I’d just have to settle for the best night of my life ducking out on me like that.” He glanced up and they stared at each other for 5 full seconds before they both started laughing.

She waved him off “Get out of here. Best night of your life. I don’t think so.”

“I’m serious!” He said smiling and coming around to sit next to her on the sofa and hand her a drink “It was.”

“I doubt it. But what makes you say that?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Would I have asked if I didn’t?”

He chuckled and rubbed his chin “Well. I guess it’s nice to just hang out with a normal person. If that makes sense.”

“So your saying I’m average?” She stared at him over the rim of her glass, one leg crossed over the other.

His mouth fell open “No-I don’t-I mean-.”

She cracked a smile and started to laugh “I’m kidding.” She put a hand on his arm “I had a good time.”

“Well I hope so considering I’m not average.” He leaned back and looked a little smug.

“Says who?”

“Please.” He scoffed waving her off.

“Your awfully sure of yourself for a guy who only managed to bring home someone average.” Her eyes were twinkling mischievously as she took a sip of her drink.

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was your just a regular person. You didn’t even know who I was. It was kinda nice.”

“I had no clue. Just thought you were some hot guy at the bar.”

“I was a hot guy at the bar.”

She pulled a leg up underneath her and faced him fully “Agreed. But why didn’t you use that you were a hockey player as a line.”

“I never do. I never have to. I just try and be nice and that’s usually enough.” He smiled and she could see exactly why that was enough.

Vince was the type of beautiful that knocked you off your feet when you looked him in the eyes. The type of beautiful that Josie had never seen close up like that. He was less than a foot from her on the sofa and it was making it hard to breathe.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“I would imagine you don’t ever have to use lines either.” He was looking her up and down, eyes moving slowly from her face to her feet and then back up again. She coughed to avoid squirming around in her seat.

“I don’t have to either because I never go home with guys.”

“So then why’d you come home with me?” He looked confused but leaned forward interestedly, eyes rows rising on his forehead.

“Well. I figured you were just too pretty to be a serial killer, so I rolled the dice. Thankfully I didn’t get murdered.”

He shrugged “It’s still early.”

Josie rolled her eyes and gave his arm a light tap “Well it was fun while it lasted then.” She took a sip of her drink as he spoke.

“Glad I could give you one last orgasm before I have to kill you.”

She froze, face reddening but he was laughing “And don’t try and deny that either. Your welcome.”

Josie blew out a breath and cleared her throat. He was killing her. Metaphorically of course, or at least she hoped.

“I wasn’t going to deny it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I just didn’t know it would come up later on.”

“Oh it came up alright.” He giggled at his own joke and shook his head before he looked down at his glass “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He asked quietly, eyes flicking up to meet her own.

“I did, but not nearly as much as I think I’ll enjoy tonight.”

A mischievous smile spread slowly across his face and he set his glass down on the table and then hers. He leaned forward a little, hand coming to rest on her knee, eyes moving across her face to her mouth and then back up to her eyes, before he leaned in to kiss her.

Kissing Vince was great. It had been great when she was drunk, but it was even better now that she was clearheaded. So great that she would even go as far as to say it was the best kiss she had ever had, and maybe ever would.

Which would make it worse when this hookup thing they were doing ended.

But she had very little time to think about that because Vince was drowning her in the heaviest, most intense kiss of her life, that was surely about to turn into something more.

He pulled away for a second and came in at another angle, tongue pressing gently against her lower lip as he did.

Zing right in the lady parts.

She didn’t even realize he was pulling her to her feet until she was standing, and pulled back dazed. He nudged his chin forward and turned her around, hands on either side of her waist, steering her to his bedroom. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure the neighbors could hear it and her ears were blocked.

She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been here before. Last night the kissing and touching had been a little fuzzy due to the alcohol, but she’d only had enough today to take the edge off. He turned her around once inside the door kissing her again and kicking it shut with his foot. The blinds across the large windows of his bedroom were half open and a blazing sun had just begun to set, bathing the entire room in an orange glow.

He attempted to ease her down on to the mattress but she turned and pushed him down instead, climbing over to straddle him. He ran a hand up beach of her jean clad things on to her hips, pulling himself up a little to kiss her again, fingers knotting in her hair. Everything about her was intoxicating. Her face, her voice, even her smell drew him in and made him never wanna stop kissing her. Her sweater had fallen down and pooled around her elbows, and he tugged it off tossing it to the side and running his hand down her arms, gripping her skin lightly. She pulled on his shirt, allowing him to pull it over his head and toss it across the room.

She ran her nails over his bare shoulders, biting her lip as her fingers moved across his skin and rested on his chest. He was watching her, eyes piercing hers, moving his hands under her shirt. She flinched as his hand made contact with her skin, sliding up to grip the fabric and pull it over her head. He pulled himself up a little and let his eyes move over her, from her neck, down her chest and then to her stomach before he looked back up at her. A lock of hair had fallen across his forehead and he never broke eye contact as he leaned forward letting his lips just ghost over her skin before he pressed a kiss on her sternum, fingers gripping the skin around her waist.

She let out a breath and her head fell forward as he did it again, hot breath against her skin. The strap of her bra had slipped down her shoulder and he reached around to unhook it and pull it away. His mouth moved across her bare chest and up her neck, hands coming down to unbutton her jeans.

She pushed him backwards, fingers running from his shoulders down to his abdomen before she sprung the button on his own pants open and pulled them down his legs until she was standing at the end of his bed. She slowly slid her jeans down her legs, glancing up at him as she kicked them off and fixed the band of her underwear, a small snap against her skin.

His heart rate had picked up by now and he watched her climb very slowly back up the bed, stopping around his waist and leaning down.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed, head falling back as she let her teeth graze against his lower abdomen. Her lashes were casting long shadows across her cheeks, as her lips moved across his skin. She had her back arched perfectly, lacy black underwear on display. He watched as she glanced up to look at him, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his boxers and sliding them off agonizingly slow. The light was hitting her just right as she threw them to the side and crawled back up, kneeling between his legs. He shivered a little as her hair, which was tousled and messy around her shoulders, brushed against his knee.

She paused momentarily as she watched him gulp, and the slow movement of his throat as he did and it made her feel good that she was the one getting him so worked up. She propped herself on her elbow and very slowly took him in her mouth. His legs tensed up and he let out a sharp breath, one fist gripping the bed sheets, the other one coming to rest on his abdomen. After a few moments she pulled her mouth back up and then down, tongue swirling around him.

He was propped on an elbow now, the hand across his stomach coming to push her hair off her face so he could see every movement she made. He fisted it, twisting it around in his hands as she continued to move up and down. She had struck him as the girl next door type, but there was nothing innocent about the way she looked at him when she moved her eyes up to meet his own.

“Good girl.” He whispered as she pulled completely off and took a breath, nails scratching his legs. He gave her hair a tug and she paused running her tongue across her upper lip before she put her mouth back on him. After a few more minutes he couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her by the chin and pulled her up to him, kissing her heavily and flipping her over. He yanked her underwear down her legs and and braced one hand on her left thigh and used the other to spread her legs wider.

Josie closed her eyes and relaxed her body, feeling his lips on her throat, and a jolt of pleasure as he pushed inside her. It was even better than the first time now that she could feel everything without the vodka induced buzz from the night prior.

He moved a little faster this time, hand coming to rest at the base of her neck, long fingers wrapped around it, squeezing gently. She opened her eyes to find him already staring at her, as he moved in and out of her. She felt hot, body tight and the best head rush she’d ever had as he quickened his pace. The familiar ache in her legs started to burn as he pulled one up to hook it over his elbow and braced the other arm on the bed near her head.

Her back arched, her chest got tight and she got hit with a freight train orgasm that made her want to scream till her lungs gave out. He was breathing heavy as his pushed became erratic and sloppy and he eventually let out a gasp and fell slowly forward, head falling in the crook of her neck. She reached a hand up and gave his arm a squeeze, feeling the tightness of the muscle underneath.

He picked his head up to look at her, stray curl still across his forehead and kissed her very softly. After a few moments he pulled out of her and laid on his back, attempting to even out his breathing.

“You okay?” He asked, head turning to the side. He was smiling sweetly at her and it made her want to squeal and kiss his socks off, but he wasn’t wearing any so she just smiled back.

“Me? I’m great. Are you?”

“Better than great. I think you should come over every night.”

She turned on her side as he did, and he reached forward pushing her hair off her chest and over her shoulder. She laughed and shook her head.

“You’d get sick of me.”

“No I wouldn’t. Trust me.”

She pursed her lips before she smiled slowly and glanced at the clock behind him.

“I-“

“No. Don’t say it.” He reached forward and silenced her by kissing her hoping he could steal her words.

“I have to go.” She whispered when he pulled away.

He sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze before he let her sit up and lean down to pick up her bra.

He watched her for a minute before he spoke “So since this is our second date.” He said leaning back.

She paused and looked over her shoulder, hair spilling down her back “You call this a date?”

“You don’t?”

“Uh no. I call this ‘we’ve spent two days in bed together’ but not a date.”

He smiled and turned further on his side, propping his head up on one hand “Well if that’s how it is, then let’s go on a date.”

He was surprised even as the words came out of his mouth. Everyone who was anyone knew he didn’t do the girlfriend thing. Not to say he would never do the girlfriend thing, but it wasn’t something he was interested in right now. Then again, he hadn’t really been looking.

But there was something to be said about her. She was different. He’d only known her 48 hours and he wanted to know her more. By that time he was usually bored and wanted something new. But he felt differently when it came to her.

“You wanna date…..Me?” She looked confused as she pulled her shirt over her head.

“Did my bringing you home two days in a row not give you that impression? Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t anyone?”

“I don’t know. I’m just….me. And you’re you.”

He frowned “I don’t follow-“

“Your an athlete. Wouldn’t you rather date a model or something?”

“Listen if you don’t wanna go out with me just say no. My heart can’t take your excuses.” He clutched at his chest.

She rolled her eyes “I’m sorry. Your just not cute enough to date.”

His mouth fell open and she burst out laughing as she continued “But I’ll go on a pity date with you. I guess.”

He smiled, slow at first until it stretched across his face “Your too kind.”

“When?”

“Friday? I’m not doing anything.”

“Sure. But that means I’m going home tonight.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“Because we can’t have a sleepover 2 nights in a row. It goes against the rules of ‘Dating” she quoted with her fingers as she stood and shimmied her jeans back up her legs.

“I was only kidding. I don’t wanna date you.” He patted the mattress suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. But she wasn’t buying it.

“Nice try. Now your taking me on one.”

He deflated and huffed “Fine.”

She smiled and picked up her phone “ Walk me out?”

He bid her goodbye at the door with a very chaste kiss and watched her walk down the hall. He closed the door and fell into his sofa, eyes closing as he fell asleep, small smile still on his face.

**********

Much to his dismay Josie was serious about the no sleepover rule. Over the next 4 days their schedules, annoyingly, never seemed to align so he hadn’t seen her since Sunday afternoon.

Though they’d been texting, it wasn’t the same as actually seeing her. He had to slap himself, literally and metaphorically here and there to remind himself that he was getting bothered over a girl he’d known a week, and had sex with twice.

Granted it had two really good times but still. He found himself just thinking about her. What was she doing? What was she thinking? What was she wearing?

That one he’d actually asked and the picture she sent him made him sweaty. Damn she was hot.

He had to remind himself to slow down a little and play it a little cooler before he gave himself away. Though he was pretty sure he already had. Now that the season was over and the heavy celebrations had died down a bit, he was left with a whole lot of time on his hands to think.

For the first time in a long time he was going on a date with a girl. A girl he actually liked enough to ask. This was a big step for him and honestly a little bit of a scary one too.

He hadn’t told anyone about her either, number 1, because he knew they would make fun of him and he’d never EVER hear the end of it. And the second reason was because of something was happening that went beyond sex, he didn’t want to jinx it.

He spent the rest of the week doing absolutely nothing besides texting her, and thinking about her, and trying to persuade her to come over but it was no use. She was playing hard to get.

V:Come onnnnnn. You know you miss me.

J:Even if I did, I’m still not coming over.

V:Why do you hate me?

J:Where would you like me to start?

He let out a noise of frustration but smiled.

V:Where would you like me to start as in on the couch? The bed? My car? I’ll let you pick.

He could practically feel her face get red from wherever she was and he could only hope she was at work or something because it would serve her right for giving him such a hard time. He’d never had to work this hard to get a girl to come to his apartment, especially not one that had already been there.

He watched with anticipation as the three dots appeared and disappeared several times as she typed and then stopped, smirking to himself that he had gotten the upper hand on her.

J:Why not all three?

In his apartment a phone fell to the floor and he let out a loud groan. She was killing him. Slowly but it was happening. It had been so long since he’d done it he’d forgotten how fun sexting was. And this wasn’t even sexting. This was more like slow torture, but it was turning him on none the less.

V:Okay fine. You win.

J:Oh this is a competition? In that case I’ll up my game.

Which was immediately followed by another message containing a picture of her chest, completely covered by her shirt, just the very top of that goddamned pink bra and a necklace hanging against her collarbone. He felt his pants get tight and looked at the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut. This wasn’t fair. She was beating him at his own game, and by a significant amount of points. It was usually him who had girls in a puddle, and here he was melting into his couch because she sent him a photo with a minuscule amount of cleavage that couldn’t even qualify to be called soft core porn. What was happening to him? It was liked been reverted to a virgin again.

V:Stop😭 please come over. I’m actually begging. On my knees.

J:Sounds like you should be saving that for the sleepover🤷🏼‍♀️

Damn she was good. He giggled a little and the two of them preceded to text each other until the late hours when they both fell asleep.

***********

Josie spent most of Friday shaving…every part of her body with the hope that silky smooth skin would entice Vince to touch her all over after their dinner date.

She was freshly shaved, made up and had just slipped on shoes when he texted her that he was out front.

He was waiting for her, leaned against the passenger door, looking at something on his phone when he glanced up and then down, and then whipped his head immediately back up.

She felt a little flip flop in her stomach as a small smile spread across his face when he looked her up and down as she neared him.

“Hi.” He said simply eyes lingering on her legs before they made their way back up to her face.

“Am I dressed okay?” She looked down at her dress and then up at him.

“You look great.” He stepped to the side and opened the door, still smiling as she came forward and slid into the passenger seat. It was a low slung, silver Mercedes that probably cost more than her life, but it was totally Vince. She situated herself against the leather as he shut the door and came around the other side. It was quiet for a minute when he glanced over at her.

She looked phenomenal.

Deep red dress, black heels, long hair hanging loose. He thought she looked hot that night in the club, but she’d outdone herself this time.

“We can always skip dinner…” he said glancing at her sideways.

She turned slowly “I knew you didn’t wanna be seen with me in public but sheesh-“

“Oh please. We’re fucking making out on the St. Louis times website!” He said laughing as he turned left “Being seen with you is the least embarrassing thing I’ve done in my life. I mean if you want me to turn this car around and go back to my place, your place, wherever I will. Just sayin. “ he said putting his hand out to emphasize it.

Josie was quiet and leaned down slowly. The car was dark and he couldn’t really see what she was doing but she was moving something around. She straightened herself out and leaned over towards him. She reached down and he felt a jolt of excitement, wondering if she was really about to do that while he was driving, but was even more surprised when she balled up her underwear and slipped them in his pocket.

“What-?” He felt his face burn, which was no easy feat, and pulled at the neck of his shirt. No one had ever stuck their underwear in his pocket before, although Schwartzy had tried once but it wasn’t nearly as sexy. She was smiling mischievously as she leaned back in her seat.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asked shaking his head.

“Behave yourself tonight and I’ll be doing something else to you.”

He straightened up in his seat as he pulled into a parking lot “I will. Scouts honor.” He held up three fingers that had absolutely never been used by boy scouts and Josie burst out laughing.

Vince was so funny, the first guy who’s made her laugh like that in a long time. She was so used to guys trying to impress her with bad jokes and even worse lines, and yet it was so natural with Vince. Like she’d known him in another life.

He parked and when she reached for the door handle he gave her arm a small nudge “Don’t you dare open that door.” He said unbuckling his seat belt. He got out and came around to her side and pulled the door open, extending his hand to help her out. She felt a small blush come to her cheeks as she awkwardly swung her legs out and stood.

He looked confused, eyebrows furrowed as she stood up stiffly but then grinned “Oh right. Your not wearing underwear.” He patted his pants pocket and shut the door, putting a hand on the small of her back to steer her inside.

She sat down glancing around awkwardly at the people around them. They were all looking, most of them girls that appeared to be around her age with boyfriends, fathers or whoever, and they were all staring. She was confused for a second before she looked at Vince and remembered he was an extremely hot successful athlete who’d just won a prestigious trophy, and also had her underwear in his pocket. Not that they knew that last part, but she did.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” She asked leaning forward across the table. He looked up for the first time and frowned.

“Are they?” He too glanced around “Oh shit they are. Are you famous or something?”

She pulled a face at him but then smiled “No I’m not. And until I met you no one looked at me twice. So I don’t think I’m the problem here.”

“Oh come on that’s not true. I looked at you way more than twice.”

“Yeah because my shirt was see through.”

“Noooo-well okay that’s part of why, but I couldn’t help it, it was a nice bra. Are you wearing it now?” He leaned over to peer at the neck of her dress and she leaned away, covering it with one hand and smacking him on the arm with the other.

“Hey!” She giggled leaning away from him.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen what’s under there already. After all this is the most clothing I’ve seen you in-“ but he was cut short by the waiter arriving at the worst possible time. Josie looked moderately horrified and shrank in her seat turning as red as her dress.

“I uh-I can come back.” He gestured over his shoulder, lips pursed. Vince was giggling at her from across the table but shook his head.

“No it’s fine. I was kidding by the way. I just met her outside.”

The waiter cracked a smile and glanced at Josie who then too smiled a little bit.

“Are you ready to order drinks? Wine perhaps?”

“Yes wine sounds great.” The waiter left and Josie glared at him.

“Really?”

“Hey I had to give him something to tell the tabloids.”

“That’s right I forgot your a celebrity here Mr. Stanley Cup champion.” She smiled and picked up her menu.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

After the waiter returned with wine and took their order, Josie glanced around. Most of the people looking at her had gone back to minding their business thankfully, which left them to speak freely.

“ Thanks for coming out with me.” His smile was genuine as he continued “It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, but this is…nice.”

She smiled back “It is nice. This place that is, hanging out with you is just okay.”

He squinted at her “I’m leaving you here.”

“You would never.”

“Wanna bet?” He was smiling cheekily at her from across the table.

“Sure. I bet you won’t. If you do, the only action your getting tonight is from those underwear in your pocket.”

His eyes widened and he looked at his lap, presumably at the pocket they were in and nodded “Alright. You win.”

She got him talking then about everything and anything, mostly the cup win and the celebrations that had followed and what would happen now that it was over. She was listening to him talk about it when she heard him say something that surprised her for a split second.

“When I have to head home for a bit.”

She paused and looked at him confused but then nodded “Oh right. Your Canadian.”

“I am?!”

She rolled her eyes “So when do you leave? I forgot you’re not from here.” She laughed a small laugh which masked her slight disappointment. She’d been having such a good time with him she almost forgot who he was.

“Uhm. A few weeks or something like that. It’ll be a short summer because of the playoffs this year. I’ll come back to St. Louis in August.”

“I see. Looking forward to going home?”

He shrugged “Yeah I guess. I might miss you too much though.”

She had just begun to sip her wine when she chuckled a little and made a sad face “Same. I’ll try and hold it together until you get back.”

He laughed but then she could see a lightbulb turn on “Would you-?” He stopped and for the first time in 5 days Vince looked unsure of himself.

“What?”

“Well.” He scratched the back of his neck “There’s this thing, when you win the Stanley Cup, everyone gets it for a day and you can take it places. It sounds lame, but it’s actually pretty fun. Would you maybe wanna come? No pressure if your embarrassed to be seen with me or anything but I just wanna remind you that I’m a celebrity and I’m great in bed.”

Josie started laughing and he felt a little bit better that he hadn’t completely weirded her out. Because he had weirded himself out. The words had left his mouth before he even had time to think of what he was saying. He’d known her barely a week and he’d all but asked her to come meet his friends and family back home. He didn’t regret it, but this was a little bit serious. He’d never thought twice about introducing anyone to his mom, or his friends and here he was thinking of doing it with a girl he’d only known a week.

“I mean yeah. That doesn’t sound lame. Sounds like something you should be proud of celebrating. If you want me to come to Canada I’d like that.”

“Really? Do you think you’ll fit in my suitcase?”

She glanced down “I’m not sure what do you think?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m pretty good at making things fit so.”

“Did you just call me fat?” She said mouth falling open.

“What-no I-I would never-“

“I’m kidding! Stop taking me so seriously.”

While what she said was joking, it had a different meaning to him. He would like to take her seriously in the sense of his relationship with her. It had crossed his mind during the week many times. She had caught his attention, which wasn’t hard to do but she had held it for a week now, which had never happened to him before. That meant something to him.

He smiled and shook his head “Stop catching me in bad jokes and I won’t.”

“Stop making them!”

“Touché.”

They chatted for the rest of dinner, laughing and talking until it was time to leave. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt more comfortable with someone who he hadn’t known for a long period of time. He held his hand out for her and pulled her to her feet. He thought for a split second about holding her hand, but didn’t for a reason he couldn’t even explain to himself. She followed him out the door and into his car, reaching for her seatbelt as he started it and turned to her smiling.

“So about that sleepover.” He said as they buckled themselves in. She glanced over and smiled, clicking the seatbelt “Are we still on or do you want these back?” He pulled her underwear from his pocket and held them up, handing them to her.

“Sounds great. I’m exhausted.”

He paused, key halfway to the ignition “Wait we’re not really going to be sleeping right?”

She smiled slyly “Take me to your place and you’ll find out.”

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penaltybox-gossip · 17 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/775304137957113856/i-wasnt-gonna-comment-anything-but-i-will-say

I’m sorry, but this is ridiculous. You guys did nothing wrong. Hockey tumblr was fine until toxicgossip showed up. Now we have this sane conversation every other week because they want to start with you guys. Literally they’re never mentioned here until they talk about you.

Exactly then they get mad when we bring it up like “why are you involved” because you mentioned me first!

Calling us an “allegiance” because we won’t tolerate their bullshit

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princessfbi · 1 year ago

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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

Tagged by @mistmarauder and @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels which is both thrilling and terrifying...

Top Five Blorbos: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Clint Barton, and Carter Bennett

Top Five Fandoms: 9-1-1, RWRB, A Discovery of Witches, does hockey count? idk it's been a strike year, and Green Creek Series

Top Five OTPs: Buddie, WinterHawk, Matthew/Diana, Grantaire/Enjolras, FirstPrince

Shoutout to Some New Friends: @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels sorry you're stuck with me now. I'm going to shower you in so much love and support and affection and there's nothing you can do to stop me BROHAHAHAHAHA. @skyhighrollins911 you're so talented it's ridiculous. @mistmarauder I feel like we've past the new friends stage but I also feel like we've gotten so much closer this year and I'm forever grateful for it. You're brighten my day every time I hear from you even when you're bullying me. Also I hate to break it to you but you do so much for this fandom it's insane.

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @homerforsure and @mellaithwen you guys have picked me up so many times. I don't know where I'd be without you. @buddie-buddie you are my ride or die. I'm sorry to say this but not even a divorce attorney could get rid of me now. @lovebuck you were one of my first friends in this whole crazy internet world I found and look at us! @bigfootsmom you are a beacon of joy every message I get from you. Thanks for letting me talk kinky with you 😜 @like-the-rest-of-la I'm obsessed with you. I'm sorry I don't make the rules. @djdangerlove you are the light of my life you ridiculous person. You bring so much joy and laughter to every corner you grace with your presence and I'm gonna move into your apartment one day when you're at work and you won't be able to get rid of me. Sorry not sorry.

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: Ohhhhhh maybe my fic I wrote for @buddie-buddie's birthday. Also Kink Club AU because it's one of my most nuanced pieces and Traded for being a new type of fic for me with the multimedia parts.

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: @like-the-rest-of-la amazes me every day as does @mistmarauder and while I have your attention have you gotten a chance to see/listen to the podfic they collaborated together to bring you [Podfic] If I Risk It All (Could You Break My Fall?) because not a day goes by that I don't listen to it/look at the cover. Also @skyhighrollins911 destroys me with all their new edits. we will find a way (through the dark) by @buddie-buddie nearly drove me insane and had me running out to the yard to scream like a banshee.

People Who Brightened Your Year: @buddie-buddie and @homerforsure know exactly how to make me smile when I need it. I still fangirl about @mistmarauder but the fact that she picked my fic to podfic? With @like-the-rest-of-la who I still cannot believe just casually drew Spiderman!Eddie kissing Hawkeye!Buck? Fainted. I fainted. @djdangerlove you are ridiculous and I love you. @mandzuking17 and @thebestbooksaround and @fleurdebeton thank you for sending me so many wonderful asks. @firemedicdiaz thank you for getting me through that rough patch I had this spring and constantly being so supportive! @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels thank you for putting up with me being such a goof. @barbiediaz Thank you for agreeing with me that we have the most correct opinions.

Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention: Thank you to everyone who comes to my inbox with their love and enthusiasm! Thank you to all my readers! Thank you everyone who has welcomed me and embraced me and supported me as I work myself into knots while trying to do something I love (write).

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: @buddie-buddie @homerforsure @devirnis @bigfootsmom @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @mellaithwen @barbiediaz

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: @mistmarauder @like-the-rest-of-la @bucksketch @djdangerlove @skyhighrollins911 @ronordmann @bilosan @housewifebuck @captain-hen @baneme-art @kaciart @iinryer @paxdracona @bigfootsmom @starbuckley @mellaithwen

Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024: Season 7 of 911!!!!! Jean's book from AFTG! Anddddd.... getting back in the querying trenches.

I'm going to tag everyone I've mentioned above who hasn't done it yet!

#tag game #buddie #buckley siblings #im sorry you want me to love on my friends?!?!#Well hold my purse #how are people so talented #my fic writing #fic rec

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hello! when you get this, list some mutuals you love to see around and then ask someone else! spread the love!!

hello! sorry about the incredibly late reply, work has been hectic, but i can indeed throw some love and affection at my lovely mutuals!

first up: my best friend, favourite person, and overall saint of a human for putting up with all my ramblings, @footprintsinthesxnd! jess, i love you to bits and i'm so lucky to have you in my life! you're a ray of sunshine and a constant safe space in my life. you're so talented, and genuinely kind, and you deserve all the happiness in the world! thank you for being my friend <3 ily a lot!!!!

next we have @ep6bastogne! bel, you make me laugh on the daily.. like literally all the time.. and it's just so easy to talk with you, whether it's about something silly or serious, i just feel like you completely get me. i love our conversations and how similar we are! you and your big brain posts make my dashboard and it genuinely feels a lil bit empty when you're not around. you've got me lowkey crushing on hockey men i don't even know for no good reason but i love it!

@lamialamia bc we always have great conversations and i love how we can discuss everything about hbo war from in-depth meta all the way to the silliest stuff ever. whenever i'm watching something or posting about something it's always so fun to talk about it with you! i hope we have many more interesting conversations!

@theflyingfin you were one of the first people i started talking to when i first came back to tumblr and it really made me feel a lot more comfortable being back here and in the fandom! i love all our chats about andyeddie and f1 stuff and you're just an awesome person who makes my tumblr experience a lot better :)

@merriell-allesandro-shelton for always checking in on me (and everyone else in the fandom). you're such a fun and engaging presence here, and i feel like you bring a lot of people out of their shells, which in turn, makes them feel a lot more comfortable being more interactive in the fandom. you're such a caring friend and i love all the conversations we have and how open and honest we can be with each other! very glad we met and became friends!

@jump-wings and @yeahcurrahhe-e you guys were actually two of my first mutuals on this new account and i love seeing you both on my dash or in my interactions! it's kinda comforting if that makes sense? since you were here when i started this acc

@thewayisset you have such beautiful art!! and it makes me smile every single time i see it on my dashboard!!

some more people i love to see on my dash and whose posts i pretty much adore reading regardless of the topic: @hellofanidea @lewis-winters @jenkil @almost-a-class-act you guys itch a certain spot in my brain with your meta and headcanons that i really dig!

@cody-helix02 @mads-weasley @heystovepipeboys too, i love seeing your posts and i always feel happy seeing you guys pop up in my activity notifications!!

honestly, all of my mutuals are really special to me. if you're a mutual of mine, or even if we just talk on posts outside of following each other, please consider yourself loved and appreciated!

#why do i get scared @ing people with compliments in case they're like “we're not even close go away u weirdo”#anyway my mutuals are amazing i love you all seriously #i would have said more and tagged more people but i'm a shy guy ok i'm like “what if my friends hate me actually”#anyway time to shut up #julian's inbox #mutuals

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epicstuckyficrecs · 3 years ago

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Weekly Recap | October 4th-10th 2021

Sorry it's a bit late, I had a three day weekend and I was very very lazy :P ALSO this week is the Preview Week for the Marvel Trumps Hate auction!!! The Preview Week is when you can have a look at all the offerings, spot the ones you're interested in, and even sign up and save your favourites in a watchlist before bidding week starts! You can find my auction listing on Tumblr and on the MTH website. This year, I will be offering one fic cover/banner and one typesetting auction - turning a fic into a book! 😃 If you're interested in any of those, make sure you head over to my offerings page and add me to your watchlist!

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The Buck Stops Here by theemdash/ @theeemdash (Canon divergent, Presidential Candidate Steve Rogers | < 1K | Teen): The presidential campaign trail has been tough on Steve Rogers, luckily his campaign manager and best guy is along to take care of him.

serpentine serenade by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Naga AU, PWP | 3K | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-Con): Bucky returns from a long mission and finds Steve in rut. (Part 4 of Kinktober 2021)

i'm gone in such a blaze by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Shrunkyclunks, PWP | 1K | Explicit): “C’mon, Stevie, I know you can do better than that.” (Part 2 of as you seep on in 'verse, Part 6 of Kinktober 2021)

💙 a rocky heart for breaking teeth by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Hunkyclunks aka Modern Beefy Steve/Winter Soldier Bucky, Dom/Sub AU | 25K | Explicit): Bucky takes a sip of his drink, his gaze still locked with the sub over the rim of the glass. He sees the curiosity in those forget-me-not-blue eyes, that flash of interest, of attraction. It makes Bucky’s blood set ablaze under his skin, like a match striking a dry surface, igniting from friction. It’s a feeling he hasn’t in a long time—decades, even, considering he’d been chemically castrated during his imprisonment as the Winter Soldier and is now pumped up with enough suppressants to—well, to abate the intense needs of a super soldier that happens to be a Dominant. (Part 5 of Kinktober 2021)

💙 a shrinking violet no more by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical Royalty AU, A/B/O | 7K | Explicit): He drinks up everything Bucky says as he promises himself, commits himself. Steve aches to touch him, to undress him and reveal that sweet body, to bring his omega pleasures that he cannot fathom. He wants to open this flower, take his body like no other ever has, to hoard every moan and tremble. His blood sings at the promise of it, the certainty that their bodies will be joined as one in mere hours. Steve simply cannot wait to devour his omega whole, to make him his forever. (Part 7 of Kinktober 2021)

💙 a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning by voxofthevoid / @voxofthevoid (Vampire Bucky, Werewolf Steve | 13K | Explicit): How to Cope When Your Werewolf Soulmate Tries to Kill You With Sex: A Beginner’s Guide by James Buchanan Barnes. (sequel to your smoking gun's the tip of your tongue)

Reheating by fandomfluffandfuck/ @fandomfluffandfuck (Uni AU, Hockey | 20K | Explicit): Steve Rogers, center, first line. Bucky Barnes, right defenseman, first line. Steve cannot possibly make it through this year with his roommate being fucking Bucky. It’s not that the guy is too messy or stays up too late or anything as simple as that, it’s something that Steve can’t possibly approach him about… right? Like, saying, “hey can you stop being so fucking attractive for a second because it’s driving me insane,” is not the same as saying to someone, “hey could you quit leaving your clothes all over our floor so I don’t trip and die?” Good thing Bucky will end up beating him to punch, huh? (Part 2 of On Thin Ice)

💙 5 times Steve was Bucky’s Prince Charming (and 1 time he was a frog) by kocuria, kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria (Shrunkyclunks, Musician Bucky | 20K | Mature): It starts like this: Boy meets boy. Or, to be more exact: boy meets Captain America. Boy decides trolling is absolutely the way to go about his crush. Since, clearly, there’s no pigtails to pull. What the boy does not realize is: while trying to troll Captain America might seem like a sound plan, trolling Steve Rogers? Oh, that is bound to backfire.

💙 Falling Back on Forever by ftmsteverogers/ @transbucky (Canon Divergent, Winter Soldier Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky | 24K | Explicit): Bucky falls from the train in 1945. Steve jumps right after him. The Winter Soldier and the Midnight Patriot are the world's most feared duo, serving HYDRA and leaving a trail of bodies a mile wide behind them. But then they remember.

WIP

A Tapestry of Two by BlueSimplicity/ @bluesimplicity73 (Post-Winter Soldier, Mute Bucky | 2/? | 9K | Explicit): Ever since DC, things haven’t been easy for Bucky Barnes. HYDRA stole everything from him, even his voice, and two months later he’s barely surviving as he struggles to pull the few scraps of himself left into a cohesive whole. Until he gets his hands on a blanket and everything changes. Fascinated by its color and softness, he begins a journey he never would have imagined. Taken in by a stranger who teaches him to knit, Bucky slowly discovers he is so much more than a dropped stitch in the fabric of life. With time, patience, and the help of a few who have had their eyes on him for a long time, Bucky begins to turn himself into something stronger, softer and more beautiful than before, weaving a tapestry of friendship, laughter and love warm enough to embrace the entire world, fix old wrongs, and wrap around the only other person who never stopped believing in him.

💙 Give the Devil His Due by kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria, thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical Fantasy AU, Demon Steve | 2/4 | 16K | Explicit): "What is your name?" is all Bucky can think to ask, even though there are a million other things that should probably be said. Those curious blue eyes seem to consider him, his head tilting slightly in thought. He holds out his hand, and it's only then that Bucky realizes that it isn't stained with blood. Or at least, it can't be blood. For blood is not black. "Steve," the man says, but his voice sounds strange when he says it, like he’s asking a question rather than saying a decided fact.

💙 Read, White & Blue by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Shrunkyclunks, Librarian Bucky | 3/16 | 14K | Teen): If Steve was certain one thing would have stayed the same during his sixty-something years in the ice, it was that libraries were still the place to go if you needed information. And Steve needed information. Lots and lots of it. aka Librarian Bucky helps freshly desfrosted Steve learn how to use computers and catch up on everything he missed whilst he was in the ice.

Re-read

💙 happily ever after has bite marks in it by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Canon Divergent, Werewolf Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky | 29K | Explicit): In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of. (Part 1 of in this story, you have claws)

💙 there's a light at the crack that's separating your thighs by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Werewolf Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky, PWP | 26K | Explicit): Three times Steve and Bucky almost get caught having sex, and the one time the Avengers walk in on them. (Part 2 of in this story, you have claws)

💙 series: Sugar Sugar by geneticallydead/ @geneticallydead (Shrunkyclunks, Sugar Daddy Steve, Daddy Kink | 3 works | 19K | Explicit): The first time Steve sees Bucky Barnes, he knows he is so fucked. He can’t be older than 20. He looks up when Steve comes into the lab – summoned by Tony to check out the latest suit redesign – and bites down on his plush lower lip and smiles shyly at Steve. So, so fucked. OR Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

💙 series: Werewolf? There Wolf by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)/ @leveragehunters (Werewolf Steve, Modern Bucky | 5 works | 65K | Teen): After the car accident that cost him his arm and the endless rehabilitation that got him his shiny metal Stark Industries replacement, Bucky's happy for a break from people. The house in the forest is peaceful, town's a fair distance away, and he's got no neighbours...except maybe a blue-eyed wolf and possibly a naked guy named Steve.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #Weekly Recap

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thebiggestfan1 · 4 years ago

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stuck in an elevator? more like falling in love - Nico Hischier

this is my first imagine I’m posting on Tumblr before posting it on Wattpad and I kinda hope it isn’t shit.

Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language :)

enjoy the story <3

word count: 1241

TW: language

"Shit, shit, shit, shit-" you sighed frustratedly as you made your rushed way down the hallway. You overslept and left your apartment as fast as you could, forgetting to bring your phone with you. It was Monday and it already sucked.

You tripped over the carpet because of your high heels, nearly falling down while trying to make your hair look more presentable. Oh god, your boss is gonna be so so mad. Weren't you supposed to bring her coffee? Even if you were, there was no time.

You stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button. It didn't take long for it to come and open its doors and you sighed in relief. Maybe you might still get to the studio in time.

The door to the elevator was closing, but suddenly it stopped as someone put his hand between it and a young man appeared inside, hockey stick in one hand, sportbag in the other. He was clearly out of breath, his dark wet hair sticking to his brow, probably freshly showered.

You knew him on some level - he was your neighboor just two doors left. His work schedule was so weird that you didn't have the time to properly meet, only say hellos and goodbyes.

"Are you late too?" you asked, not bothering with greetings. The boy just nodded, quickly looking through his bag, checking it's content. Meanwhile, you pushed the button to the ground floor before you attempted to do your makeup in front of the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Then there was a loud bang and the elevator stopped so quickly you fell to the ground, probably smearing your lipstick.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked noone, dragging yourself to the wall and carefully getting up. At least the lights stayed on.

"I have no idea," answered the guy, pushing all the buttons. None of them worked.

"Oh shit, this better be some kind of a joke-" you swore quietly before trying the emergency button.

Amazing. Just amazing. You got stuck in an evelator with a guy you don't even know and your boss is going to kill you when she finds out you are late. Again.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you shouted loudly, banging on the doors. Noone answered.

"I think the elevator somehow broke-"

"You think? No shit, Sherlock." You might have stepped over the line of an appropriate conversation but you didn't care. You couldn't loose another job, not when it was so hard to find this one.

"Sorry." mumbled the guy, sliding down against the wall, pulling out his bag, searching through it, trying to find his- phone. Oh. Shit. You forgot to bring it with you. And it seemed like this 'Sherlock-neighboor-stranger' did the same.

"Oh shit," was the only thing he said before putting his head in his hands.

"Coach is gonna kill me. Oh shit. I'm fucked." he continued speaking more to himself that to you.

"We are fucked. So, if I'm going to spend some time here stuck with you, let me introduce myself," you slid next to him, offering your hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, by the way. This building is so fucked up that I think that no help will come in the next few hours so you better like me."

"Nico Hischier." The guy laughed at your words, shaking your hand.

Maybe you were kinda lucky - getting stuck with a hot guy who is no longer a stranger to you doesn't have to be such a bad thing. His name also felt somehow familiar.

"Hey, didn't you like played for Swiss on IIHF this year? My dad was born there so he made me watch some games before you guys went back home."

"So you know me from IIHF and not from NHL? What a shame," Nico laughed and you looked at him wide-eyed. You never thought your neighboor might be that famous - you always assumed that he played hockey for fun on some local team.

"Not everyone has a taste for hockey, Hischier."

" 'not-everyone' has a really bad taste then, Y/L/N."

You rolled your eyes, trying the emergency button again.

"Were you ever stuck in an elevator before?" you asked him.

"Once," he said in answer. "But I had my phone with me and the people from the hotel I was staying at got me out really quickly so it wasn't like... this."

Oh. Yes, this flat really sucked. But it was cheap enough for your low salary so you couldn't complain. But you heard that it had a really bad problem with the elevator so you tried to go around it but today you wanted to be quicker. Bad luck.

"You already know I'm a hockey player, so what's your job?" Nico asked after you both stopped talking.

"I currently work as an assistant to this angry lady I have to call my boss. But till last month I was singing the national anthem at some international baseball events." And then you got fired.

Nico started laughing and you suddenly felt offended. What the hell was wrong with him?

"No! No, I'm not laughing at you. Just... sometimes I hear a certain girl singing while showering just two doors to the right... and sometimes she's singing American anthem." he laughed again and your face reddened in answear.

"Oh god! I didn't know I was that loud! This shit is embarrasing as hell," you laughed at the end of the sentence.

"It's not! It's actually kinda cute."

You couldn't stop the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

***

You and Nico spent five hours stuck in the elevator before the firefighters got you out.

In those five hours, Nico had to share his food with you and in exchange you taught him how to whistle. You sang some songs together. Nico let you borrow his hockey stick and puck and tried to teach you some tricks in the small space of the elevator.

You didn't regret getting stuck in there. You didn't regret not going to work - even if it meant you got fired again. Now your thoughts occupied only Nico Hischier and his sweet full lips.

"You're doing it wrong, Y/N. Put your right hand higher-"

"Hey? Are you in there?" The shout made both of you halt. Then you screamed: "We're here!" and the loud noise of opening metal doors echoed through the walls of the elevator.

It didn't take even half an hour to get you and Nico out. You had to ask the firelighter to help you up the metal rope but everything afterwards was easy. You thanked them, answered their questions and gave your contacts to them before turning back to Nico.

"We're going to karaoke tonight, Hischier. Be here at 7." The last thing you saw before turning on your heels was Nico's wide grin. "Don't be late."

"I'll make sure we won't be taking the elevator this time, Y/L/N!"

***

Just three months later, you and Nico were taking a shower in your bathroom, singing your lungs out, laughing and kissing while doing so.

"I think I love you, Nico Hischier," you smiled cheekily, kising him on the lips.

"Is it okay to say I think the same?"

"That's a really non-original thing to say, Hischier," you whispered, giving him another kiss. "But it might do."

You were never so thankful for being stuck in an elevator before.

#nico hischier #hockey fanfiction #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nico hischier imagine

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samuclit · 4 years ago

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Love Foolish

miya atsumu x reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, mature, a little smut (define little on your own), 7.8K words

Summary: Miya Atsumu didn't realise that he was actually counting the days he spent with you while being your boyfriend. The step-process to how your relationship with him rekindles every time a new day begins was not as apparent as it seems to be, but he sure knew that the dreaded day when it comes to an end will never come.

This is an old piece that I worked on last year...I am terribly sorry for the way I post this fic I am not good with tumblr yall this is harder than my degree

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Day 153

Atsumu was exhausted. He just got back from training with the college team for a few weeks already. He needs to catch up with the college team even though the time he spent away was used for his training with the MSBY Black Jackals team. He was advised by his family members, team coach and his friends that he should not miss out on any practice without a valid reason and should diligently claim his spot on both teams with the most outstanding effort and attitude so he followed, believed that this is for the best in order to build his volleyball career he was always so passionate about since he was in middle school. If only Osamu joins him, he thinks it won’t be as draining as it is right now.

Everyone in college knows Miya Atsumu, he is too perfect. The handsome look, tall and built figure, his diligence in both studies and shaping his career, to top it all off he is charming and is a ladies’ man. He could make every girl fall for him the instant he flashes his smirk that has been scientifically proven to be a bait for everyone in this universe. One small talk he could get girls on his bed, spending the whole night snogging off each other and leaving them whenever he got annoyed with the sudden disturbance. You happen to be one of the girls who got in his bed, goes on several dates with him, but this time you were one of the people who last longer than a week, and then a month and few more months after that. He assumes and waits for you to be the one ending the relationship but it won’t even come, and he is already tired of waiting.

So, he makes you tired. He doesn't want anything to be on his way at all, and you in the equation is making him disturbed at some times. During the first few weeks of dating, you often invite him for a date at the coffee shop which he obliges only for the reason to not break your feelings even though he has some tasks which are more important at hand. You are nice, but he isn’t. He told Suna that you deserve better.

It has also been roughly two weeks since he last talked to you, and deep in his heart he kind of wants your nagging presence around him, just to distract him from the truckload of stress he’s carrying on his shoulders. So he texted you.

You: [Name], are ya coming or not. Been thinking of binging that Netflix series you’ve been babbling about.

[Name]: Ah sorry, it’s girls’ night with Midori and her gf.

You: I see. Have fun.

Seen.

That’s weird. You said it yourself that you wanted to binge on the weekends with him, after he finished with this practice for the week, and also he thinks that’s just you trying to make up with him after your first argument with him. It is...nobody’s fault, he thinks. He doesn’t want to blame himself and you, partially because you were really upset that day that you raised your voice and he didn’t chase you after you ran out of the apartment. It is just a silly argument. He doesn't want to think about it that much.

As he took a shower and dressed himself in a fresh new pair of t-shirt and black sweatpants, he plopped himself on the sofa and went through Netflix to find something worth watching. He saw the show you wanted to watch ; Pretty Little Liars. Ah it’s not even a Netflix series, it’s just a series which is available on Netflix. Seems like he wasn’t even attentive to what you said.

Before he falls asleep, he walks down the memory lane, to remember how exactly you and Atsumu could last this long in a relationship.

Day 0

The party seems to be a hit! His seniors on the volleyball team joined hands with the football team to conduct a party to celebrate post-sports festival of Tokyo U that happened for a week long and the party is held at the dorms outside of the campus so the board of education won’t meddle, with the promise that there aren’t drugs involved. Which is okay, the athletes are supposed to stay away from drugs and they’re disciplined enough to consider their life decisions.

He was simply just hanging around in the living room of the dorm, which is a terrace house in a neighbourhood a few kilometres away, talking to his friends, Suna and Komori, who are his teammates in the college team. Komori used to go to the same Youth Camp with Atsumu so they knew each other since then. “Huh, sick party. I didn’t think there would be too many people here.” Komori said as he chugs down his cold beer, swaying a little after he finishes with a slightly long chug. “Senpai said just the athletes of the college are invited, but it seems like the whole campus crashed together. Lunatics.” Atsumu said as he plopped down on the bean bag and leaned his head back. Suna calls out.

“Oi, Midori is here. I invited her.” Atsumu is familiar with Midori, he has never been close with her but he knows of her since they went to the same high school together. The three pairs of eyes went towards the door together to greet Midori, with you tailing behind her. “Hey, glad ya made it!” Suna lunges forward and grabs Midori in a hug. “Yeah, cool place, I’m sorry I don’t have a plus one to bring with so I just drag my friend along. Hey, this is [Name]. Go say hi and be friends!” Midori pushed the other girl, which he heard to be [Name], also a familiar name. “Oh wait...you guys must have not have known about her...we went to the same school man...” Midori pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. It is sad that not many people know about small girls like [Name] that much.

Indeed, you went to the same school and you’re in a completely different league than Atsumu, he was and still is the famous athlete that has the entire girls’ population wrapped around his fingers. You’re around the circle of...top scorers who are active in volunteers and some other stuff Atsumu was not into. “Oh, is she another one of your hockey teammates?” you continue hiding behind Midori’s taller frame. Midori pulled you away and hugged your waist, giving support. “Come on now, babe say hi, they’re our friends” you glared at her with a smug look. “Hye, it’s [Name]. I’m not an athlete, I’m a political science major, pleasure to meet ya” your eyes tried to glance from Suna to Komori and to Atsumu but you averted your eyes away from him as soon as it landed on him. You look cute in just a rock concert t-shirt with black jeans shorts and plain converse. Classic party look, but you are not the type to go to parties because...assignments and stress are getting through you which explains why you’re all fidgety. Midori knows there’s more to that, cause you’re a very wild extrovert at some time.

“Hey, enjoy the party, drinks and snacks are down there, the toilet is on another end, help yerself.” Atsumu pats on your shoulder and moves past you to greet his other friends who crashed the party. You’re petrified, to say the least and moved quick on your heels to head to the bathroom for some reality check. The environment is overwhelming.

Atsumu gets tired easily even after downing a can of beer but he isn’t exactly drunk. He is just tired with the lots of conversations and the girls from other courses trying to talk to him, wanting the conversation in a bedroom which he said no to, he is a responsible man. He is not going to do it with them when in their drunken stupor. However, his endless denials are stopped with a sudden disturbance right in front of him.

Midori is on a couch, with a girl and was playing with her hair and occasionally rubbing her thigh and before they closed in someone threw a beer cup at Midori. “What the hell? Leave me alone!” Midori turned his body to see a bulked up guy whose name Atsumu doesn’t remember behind the couch, looming over the two figures sitting on the couch. It’s going to get ugly.

“What the fuck, you leave us alone! Why the hell are homos here. Get out!” Midori and the poor girl trembles in fear and Atsumu wants to blow a kick so bad but he can’t move because of the girls that are around him. Before he tried to push the girls away, he saw you moving towards him, taking away the beer can he has in his hands. “I’m sorry I’m taking this!” Your eyes had a small fire ignited in it and he can’t help but gave away his beer can, and then he saw you walking up on the couch and on to the head rest, spit into the beer and pours the beer all over the homophobic guy who slandered your friend. The guy was drenched and screamed because the beer was icy cold and it came to contact with his skin that got heated from way too much alcohol consumed.

“Oh, I am very sorry, I was convinced that this big hunk of muscle is a trash can!” you screamed with an evil laughter and the whole party laughed and cackled at the sight of the giant asshole from Engineering talking shit about the woman adored by the majority of campus. Midori is your best friend, a very kind, beautiful and valid lesbian friend of yours. You would do anything to protect her from the touch of homophobic devils that would insult her every now and then. It has been happening more recently after she got out of the closet, even when she was inside all this time, you have always given her tons of support and protection because it’s just something about you. Midori was already smiling and got herself up away from the sofa with the girl she was with, hands holding hers tightly.

“You punk! Are ya crazy? Do ya want me to kill ya like I kill your friend here?” your figure who had one leg propped on the head rest while the other on the couch went tense and is about to fall and the nasty asshole grabbed you by the neck, having you lifted in the air and no one helped to stand against him except Midori who was pulling your body before the guy fully grasped your entire neck in his hands. Before he even pressed harder on your throat, Atsumu landed a punch on his face, making himself knocked down on the floor. You already fell flat on the couch, trying to regain your breath. He warns the guy off and he immediately leaves after.

“Shit shit, are you okay?” Atsumu kneels on the floor to check up on you, who were lying on the couch, still coughing out and trying to calm down. Midori ran to get some water for you. “I’m fine, fine, where's Midori? Is she okay?” Midori hit you in the arm. “Idiot. I am fine but look at you, I told you I’m alright, if you give them attention and piss them off they will harm you, look what happened.” Midori cries and hugs you. Atsumu checked up on your face, saw tiny drops on the edge of your eye which got wiped away the instant Midori wrapped her arms around you. “I told you I will always protect you okay, I promised you that” Midori looked at your face again and was still sobbing. She turns towards Atsumu who stood by them. Suna and Komori arrived in the space after making sure the guys had run off. The party went back to normal and it’s chaos again.

“Thank you, Atsumu, if it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would happen to the both of us.” The girl from before is rubbing her hands on Midori’s back trying to calm her down. “No, [Name] did the most fight, I only come in when it gets physical. I let ya know when I see that guy again I am going to beat the living shit out of him. Nasty jackass.” Atsumu’s rage calms down when he sees you and Midori laugh, finally he makes a safe space for you and her. After some minutes of calming down and talking and giggling Midori takes the cue to leave. “I think I need to go now, need to take some air, you should, too, babe. Love you” Midori hugged and left with the girl she was with the entire time during the party.

Atsumu has long left you and Midori alone when you were busy talking to her, so he goes away somewhere to talk with some of the boys from the football club. They heard something about how that guy is a maniac and has been expressing his hate crimes for several years now, basically a loser and Atsumu thinks his sucker punch is something he could take pride in. After he saw Midori take off with the girl he saw you heading towards the door that linked to the backyard. More people were there, some were laying on the ground doing some unnecessarily lewd stuff that Atsumu does not want to remember.

He saw you taking a seat on one of the stools that was set up for guests to sit. He brought a can of beer, intended to give you. As he approaches you were rubbing around the area on your throat which the bully from before had pressed on. You were still in pain. “Hey, needa drink?” Atsumu hands over the beer while he sits down on the stool next to you. “Ah, I’m sorry I don’t...drink around guys. Trust issues.” Atsumu furrowed his eyebrows and he finally got what you were trying to say. “Oh, I totally get it, I’m sorry.” You were a flustered mess. You didn’t intend to actually...reject a kind offer from him but it’s a strange new place and strange new environment, though you knew Atsumu from high school to be quite a decent person that you– “[Name]? Are ya okay? Ya were about to say something earlier?” “Oh, yeah. You don’t have to apologise, we can just go for drinks some other times'' you let out a small laugh and he smiles. Awkward.

“Ya don’t have to worry about that guy, I heard someone is going to report him to the dean. He’ll be out in no time” you smirked. “Good! Midori must be happy”. The both of you laughed and the conversation continued randomly, topics about his volleyball activities and you popping in some random thoughts about life to him, it makes him feel weird at first but he picks up after quite some time.

And the night goes with you spending your night with him on his small bed in the apartment he shared with his other friends. Kisses are littered all over your body and Atsumu leads you through your first intimate session with so much ease and gentleness. He left an especially passionate kiss on the neck that tells the stories of your fight and trauma, hoping that he could kiss it away and replace it with the memories of your first. “Are ya really sure about this?” Atsumu asked at one point when you were making out with him on his lap just right after he got you in his room. “Please, do what you want” and Atsumu continues to ravish you and pulls on every article that trapped your beautiful untouched body.

The morning he woke up, you were sleeping soundly, despite the uncovered chest you had on display cause you fell asleep after the second round of fucking you had no chance to clean up or put on a shirt. The messy hair and arousing look you had on aside, you look too peaceful to be on someone’s bed, someone who you have known for a long time but have only gotten close from an impromptu encounter so Atsumu threw the plans of getting out of bed aside and continues watching the small details on your face. He would pick up the falling strands of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, trailing his fingers on the swollen lips you had after making out with him the entire night. He enjoys your presence. He likes it, being with you, so this is all worth it.

As your eyes fluttered open, squinting because of the bright sun, which was now covered by Atsumu’s hands to help you get back to sleep without the disturbance. You woke up anyway. “Atsumu, what are ya doing?” you asked, trying to pull the blanket that barely covers your naked front. “Just letting a princess continue her peaceful sleep” you were blushing, it feels like a dream to wake up with Atsumu next to you, so you lean into him more and he tackles you under the sheets. As Atsumu closes in again, about to kiss you like he did the previous night before, your eyes widened and you pushed him away, rolling out of bed naked. You pulled the blanket to cover yourself and scrammed to find your underwear and outfit from last night. “Fuck, fuck I’m late shit I gotta go” you were clasping your bra and putting on your underwear as you continue with your series of cuss words picked up at random. “What’s going on are you okay? Was it–“ you put on your jean shorts and looked at him. “No-no I’m late to a group discussion and I am going to die I think.” You already had your phone in hand with your bag in hand running to the door. Atsumu put on his sweatshirt and training shorts in a haste, offering to give you a ride.

“Hey, I can help ya get to yer spot with my car. Don’t have ta rush'' you gaped and mumbles thousands of gratefulness and lunges forward to hug but stopped yourself. In the car you were on a phone call with one of the people in your group and you immediately spilled the idea you had in mind in a heartbeat. Atsumu has been driving nowhere so he stops and parked his car at the parking space of the nearby McDonald’s. After several arguments and reasons to have your opinion accepted you finally heaved a relief and ended the call with another apology.

“Yer quite a persistent one aren’tcha?” you looked at him, face messy, unclean and tired. The post-sex glow seems to not work with everyone. “Yeah, there’s an event and I’m in charge. I was so caught-off guard. Pretty sure they will kick me out if they don’t accept my idea but guess not!” you laughed and smiled gleefully. Pure satisfaction whenever people acknowledge us. Atsumu understood that much. “So...since you don’t have to go...breakfast?” Atsumu points his thumb to the back of the car, which was the entrance to the McDonald’s. “No...I stink so much...but I am hungry so....drive-thru?” Atsumu smiles and puts down the handbrake. “Sure thing, princess”.

After you both got your respective breakfast meal set, Atsumu takes off to the lake and brought you together with him to eat on the benches. Atsumu enjoys the company as much as you did. What starts off with a random conversation of how the duck is limping, to talking about the fluffiness of the poodle someone took for a walk turns into a conversation about each others’ personal lives.

“If anything, virginity is a social construct to put down women, so if you think last night is fun just because of that, I am going to berate your entire existence” you warn him, mouth full with the breakfast muffin. “Sure, what’s fun about last night is that you’re hot and I like you.” Atsumu closes in, trying to make you feel more flustered. “You...like me?” you were blushing and he guessed that his classic method works. “Can say that, I don’t usually have breakfast with people I sleep with, so I think that’s how I know.” You scoffed as his smug smile grew wider. “Oh you’re quite a cheesy one. So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” you looked over to him. He said no and continued kissing you like he meant it.

Days after that, the dates are frequent, spending the night in his apartment is a routine, watching movies is a norm and the intimate sessions get more interesting for the past few months, he thinks he needs to tell you all about his fantasy and you told him yours and both wishes are fulfilled.

Day 150

Atsumu woke up from the nap, the movie was already finished by then. He reached for his phone which was ringing non-stop. He's going to puke his brains out. Midori was the one calling him. There are around 7 missed calls coming from Midori.

“Oi pisshead, your girlfriend’s drunk. Come and pick her up.” Atsumu looks at the time

10.50

“Didn’t last that long?” Atsumu giggles. Midori snapped.

“I’m being serious. She gets crazier now you need to pack her up. I can’t because my girlfriend is as shit-faced drunk right now.” Midori starts to call out your name to get off the table. Whatever that happened it must have been really shitty what’s going on down there at the bar.

“Okay, just text me the address I’m on my way” Atsumu took his wallet and car keys with him, all fresh to fetch your drunk ass home.

As soon as he arrived he stormed to the booth which you and Midori sat at. You were already lying down on the couch, fast asleep and giggling as you sleep. “Okay you’re here. I’m going home with my girlfriend so you take care of her properly.” Midori sat herself at the couch you were sleeping on. “[Name].....I’m going now so take care okay! Love you goodnight!” you were whining so loudly at her. “Nooooo....Midoriiiii-chan I am going to miss you don’t leave me” you were pouting and whining and hug Midori to prevent her from going. Atsumu stood at the side watching the mess unfold. “Your boyfriend is here to pick you up! Goodbye!” Midori dragged her girlfriend away and got out of the bar.

“Midori’s good at lying. There’s no way my boyfriend cares ‘bout me” Atsumu covers his face in shame because the other customers at the bar are looking at you. “Who are ya...are you a stranger? Can I call you Mr Stranger? You look handsome.” You giggled and Atsumu laughed at your cuteness. This is certainly a new side to you, he has never seen you turn into a giant ball of fluff before. “Okay now cmon Miss [Name] let’s get ya home.” Atsumu swooped your legs in his right hand while the other supported the small back of your body. Your eyes are still squinting which must be the reason why you can’t recognise Atsumu yet.

“I miss my boyfriend Mr Stranger. I want to see him...please take me to see him pleassseeeee.” You buried your face in his chest and held on to the cotton string of his hoodie. “Oh yeah? Is he really that handsome?” he puts you in the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt. “He is! His hair colour is a bit funny, Midori said it makes it look like he bathed in piss” Atsumu got that too many times already. “But in my very personal point of view, it is kind of biased, he rocks that look. He looks hot!” Atsumu blushed and proceeded to head to the driver’s seat. It’s you and your habit of expressing too many opinions again. He liked this one. He also misses your constants chit chat after a whole month of not talking to each other because of a petty argument. He admits that he misses you so much, but a jerk like him won’t admit it. He’s going to break up with you anyway.

As he continues driving he would listen to what you said about ‘your boyfriend’ and he would sometimes smirks and whispers an ‘I know’ and sometimes it is too loud you caught him in the act. The night drive seems fun with you, and he figures you are still too drunk and even with too much talking your body stays the same. You fell asleep at some point, when he is close to the apartment you resided in. He found out after quite some time that Midori moved into her girlfriend’s apartment so now you live alone.

Even after he arrives at the apartment complex he lets you take some time to sleep, and as time passes by and it’s getting later into the night, he shakes your shoulder to wake you up.

“Hey, [Name], we’re here.” Atsumu smiles as you yawn and stretches your limbs.

“Mr Stranger? I have a secret. Can I tell you...I’m afraid to tell anyone.” You said after some time. Atsumu had no idea what to do. So he just played along. “Yeah, I promise I will keep it.” Atsumu laughs and looks at you.

“I think my boyfriend doesn’t love me. I kind of got the gist of it for a long time...but...now I am convinced. I think...the next time I see him, will be the last time I see him. And I–I don’t wanna” you cried immediately, you were sobbing too hard and you covered your face with the both of your palms. Atsumu is shattered especially, what you said was true. He might break it off when time comes, but seeing your heart broken and giving up the usual happy and chaotic smile and laughter you had because of the thought of breaking up with him, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. So he asked further. He needs to know more, he needs to know why. Why do you catch up to what he was thinking so fast?

“W-why is it?” Atsumu choked on his breath. His heart was thumping so loudly, and it was beating off the charts. “He seems to not want me around...I tried my best to give him space, time for himself but....he never wants a time wimme....and then...I-he-he don’t want to see me even when he is free”. You continue crying in the silent car, Atsumu wanted to reach your hands but he knew that would be such an asshole thing to do since he is the one causing this mess. Atsumu got out of the car and opened the door from your seat. “Hey hey let’s get you to your apartment okay?” Atsumu unbuckled the seat belt and you kept on crying, you pulled on his sweater and gripped it so tightly and wailed like a baby into his chest. He sighed and embraced you in a tight hug, calmly rubbing the small of your back trying to calm you down.

After quite some time only the sniffles could be heard. You start talking again. “You know...I’d rather see him happy even if it means I need to break up with him. Ah I’m so dramatic for no reason. Can you help...carry me to my apartment, Mr Stranger?” you pulled away from his hug, makeup ruined and eyes red. Atsumu smiled and nodded at you. “Of course, I’ll carry you.” He carried you in a manner when he hugs your tiny body to carry you to the bed during one of those nights he needed a release. This closeness to your warm body, and the earlier event that happened of you confessing to a complete stranger about him, he is regretting it.

Day 125

Atsumu just got home from South Korea. He was there for a training camp with the home team there because one of his coach from the MSBY Black Jackals used his connections with an old friend to conduct a camp for them to further polish the players’ skill in the said sport. It would be a great chance for him to bloom more than how he is after his successful debut as a Div. 1 League player.

He was simply relaxing around after two days and Osamu was cooking plenty of food for the gang. Osamu invited some friends of his, and Suna brought his girlfriend with him. Komori was there too, with his cousin. When Osamu asked if he was going to invite you, Atsumu shrugged and said no, he wants to relax without you around. Even if you are around you would never go that far to make him uncomfortable. He still hasn’t called you yet even when he landed in Tokyo two days before.

“Atsumu, didn’t ya miss yer girlfriend? Just tell her to come over.” Osamu said from the kitchen, bringing a pot of stew he made for the gang and putting it on the table. “Nah, she didn’t even know I’m in Tokyo.” Everyone in the living room looks at him. “Miya you’re kinda an asshole for that” Komori said as he passed a bowl to Suna and his girlfriend. “Cmon now don’t look at me like I’m a criminal or sumn...I just want to relax I’ll tell her later.” Atsumu scoffed and leaned his back to the sofa as he was sitting on the carpet.

“Are you...joking. She came by practice the other day, said she can’t reach you.” Sakusa said as he put down his mask aside and dug in. Atsumu knew that. He purposely ignored your text and calls and only left a message when you’re offline or when he knows you were sleeping. He doesn't want distractions. “Yer a prick, [Name]’s really nice and ya can’t see that. If ya got issues just break up already.” Suna speaks and his girlfriend agrees. “Yeah for real, if Rintarou had issues I know he is going to leave my ass in the streets. But I’m glad he has no problems. As a woman I will honestly kick you in the ass, ya know, that woman with woman solidarity.” Suna kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and Atsumu scoffed. “I know, I just don’t know the right time yet.” Komori already mumbles a series of cuss words, Osamu and Suna sigh and Suna pulls his girlfriend back from kicking Atsumu in the face. Sakusa heard a doorbell and reached for the door now to open.

“[Name]?” Sakusa screams in shock. Speaking of the witch. Well, you’re not a witch, you’re the sweetest person ever that happens to be Atsumu’s unlucky girlfriend. “Hey Sakusa-san! Nice to see you! I brought something!” you waltzed in the door and headed to the kitchen you’re already familiar with. Atsumu felt his guilt eating his insides. Who the fuck called you here?

Komori puts his phone up so Atsumu can see. Komori smirks at him and Atsumu flashes out the middle finger to him. Sakusa mumbles and points at Atsumu, he said somewhere along the lines of you solve this on your own, Miya!

Osamu headed to greet you first. “Hey Osamu, I brought some home made dorayaki for you and Atsumu. You guys love it right?” Osamu smiles and thanked you endlessly. You smiled but as you looked at the awkward little Atsumu behind Osamu you stopped smiling. He headed towards you and Osamu knows it’s his cue to leave the both of you in the kitchen.

“Hey, how’s South Korea?” Atsumu sat on the chair of the kitchen island. “Twas good. The food there, they’re amazing.” You hummed. “Glad you enjoyed it. Maybe I would know more if you actually answer my calls and texts about how busy you are and tell me when you arrived. But it seems like you don’t miss me that much.” You sighed.

“[Name], I’m just...I’m sorry I need time for myself I’m so tired.” You looked at him, sad and gloom covering your whole body like the dark blue cardigan you had around you. “Tired of me or of practice?” you asked and reached for the tips of his fingers. “That’s–that’s not it, okay. Please give me some time.” Atsumu pleaded, you flinched when he suddenly glared at you.

After some time, you released a deep breath and headed to the door. “Enjoy the dorayaki guys, I hope I don’t interrupt you guys. I’m sorry and please take care of Atsumu for me.” You opened the door and headed out. Atsumu is still in his seat. When the door was slammed he got up and sat himself back on the carpet around his friends. He picks up his chopsticks and pulls the omelette Osamu made. Everyone was staring at him.

“Eat your food and stop staring at me.” Atsumu rolled his eyes and ate more food on the table. “Ya don’t even want to chase her?” Osamu asked from beside him. “Nope.” Komori scoffed.

“Just want you to know she got here by bus alone. I don’t know if it helped change your mind.” Komori said and drank his cold lemon tea he poured for himself. Atsumu stopped chewing and clenched his jaw, looking at Komori.

“The one who ruined lunch is you, Atsumu.” Suna’s girlfriend said and Suna agreed. So does everyone else.

You don’t leave a text to Atsumu to the day he picked you up from the bar. He only texted you because he wants to end the relationship.

Day 153

Atsumu still has you in his arms. You’re already asleep, face still drenched with tears. He struggled with the pin to your apartment but picks up after a while of thinking. It is his birthday.

Atsumu realised he is a bigger asshole than how he was minutes ago in the car as he remembered that he had never come to your apartment. Months of relationship it was always his place as you always preferred his place over yours and he thinks that maybe if he was the one giving in more effort to be the one going all the way to your apartment to spend time with you, he would have felt better about himself. Normal dates outside are very rare aside from lunch or a quick grab of coffee before classes because he was too busy with his practices and you with your duties as a political science student.

He carried you to what he assumed to be your bedroom, carefully putting your body on the bed, taking off the leather jacket you had with you, slowly dragging the thick comforter to cover your shivering body. After shuffling in the kitchen, looking to find some aspirin and a glass of water for you to gargle right after you woke up he put it on the desk at your bedside.

He saw a picture of you and Midori on the table, during graduation day. Midori carried you on her back while you threw a peace sign with tongue out and Midori making a disgusted face. He laughs at it, putting it back to where it belongs, carefully.

You had a lot of other pictures pasted on the wall, the one that faces you when you sit on your study table. The notes and thick books are messily arranged on the shelf, a succulent that says ‘Good Job!’ on the table standing cutely, possibly the one that kept you up during the late night study sessions. He never really checked up on you and your studies, how did you manage to be so strong on your own without a supportive boyfriend, he doesn't know.

And then he saw the pictures you hung neatly. He took the pictures one by one and saw some notes you scribbled on the back of the photograph.

First, a picture with your parents. You talked about them at some time because you’re their only daughter and you missed them as much as they missed you. One time when you were making out with Atsumu your parents called and you pushed him away to answer the phone call. So funny how you got so innocent and angel-like just right after doing some lewd stuff with Atsumu just with the voice of your parents on the phone. At the back of the picture, it wrote.

Secured the top-scorer title with a scholarship! Mommy and Daddy are proud of me and I will never stop!

The second picture is of you and Midori at a pride parade. This time you wore a white t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers and you looked absolutely mesmerizing.

Pride with Midori. I am so happy for her!!

Some other pictures of you at an animal shelter, old folks home, in the streets, caring for homeless people, women’s march and marathon for cancer awareness. You were basically everywhere and it is what makes him regret not finding out about this side of you. All he does is talk about his talent in volleyball and you always make him feel the best that he never gave a chance for you to talk about yourself.

Atsumu can’t stop the stretch of his smile and it is making his jaw sore. He is so whipped for you. You have always been such a caring person to him, doing your best to take care of him when game losses make his sour mood make a nasty comeback.

He would cry in a phone call because he messed up his set and you arrived in his room, dropping your bag to hug him and lull him back to sleep. He cries so hard and you would never make him cry worse than he did, you were always comforting but his pride and selfishness would forget that in a day because he thinks the relationship you had with him is a waste.

Atsumu is a fool. He didn’t realise how much his confusion hurts you more than it hurts himself. He is such a fool for not being there to protect you. The thought of you crying minutes earlier makes him scream in his heart, he doesn't ever want to see it again. If he made that happen again he will never forgive himself and if he has to build a shrine and be a monk to make sure his sins are forgiven he would do it. He would do anything for you.

The last picture hid him the hardest.

It was him, and you, during his debut game as MSBY Black Jackals setter.

You had your body leaned into his arm, smiling wide with a bouquet of flowers for him in your hand. He was staring at the camera with a lazy smirk, hands encircling your waist. It was sweet, and you look very cute standing next to him, in his embrace like that. A sight so beautiful. It is a shame when he remembers what exactly happened that night.

It was a very joyful day for Atsumu and for you but Atsumu didn’t even tell you about the match, you were only informed of the game because of Komori so the ticket you got is because Osamu gave up his ticket for you. He is tired of seeing Atsumu play volleyball and he can see it on his phone if he wants so he just gave it to you, saying you deserve it better. Even when you’re not informed about the game, you still showed up in the cutest little dress with the cutest little smell and the cutest bouquet of baby breath flowers for him.

Atsumu is not fond of flowers. He is not fond of surprises either. When you showed up on the court, congratulating him, he was shocked. He was busy talking to fangirls and kids who love volleyball until you call out his name with so much pride.

“Atsumu aaaa I am so proud of you! You worked so hard for this and I am sorry I don’t know of this sooner.” You hugged him and pat his back when you hugged him. Eyes glistening as you pulled away. Said the cries are happy tears. You told one of the passers-by to take a picture of you and Atsumu, resulting in the small piece of photography in his hand.

Later that night he went with his team and celebrated the debut together with them while you took off to your apartment, barely making it to the last bus of the night to get there safely, wishing you were with Atsumu in his car instead.

He turned the picture over. There is a long note there.

Might be the first ever picture with Atsumu, like ever. Nonetheless I am so happy and so proud of him it made my jaw hurt so much as I write this. I can’t stop smiling!!! I hope I can attend more of his games, more to his success, more time with him. I feel like I am the happiest person alive! I feel like one of the fantasy film protagonists where the person they have loved for a long time is within their arms, finally! I am so happy to have known Atsumu since the beginning days of school, how his charming and cunning personality, inspiring and charismatic figure would walk down the hallways of Inarizaki, I will always fall for him over and over again. I love him so much, and even if it takes a thousand years to wait for him I will always wait. Praying that this essay reaches the Gods because I love him too much, I don’t even want to let him go. I love Miya Atsumu, and I hope he feels the same thing too.

Atsumu pasted the picture back on the wall, turning off the study lamp and closing the door as he walked out. He sat on the couch in the living room, only having the kitchen light to illuminate the entire apartment. As he sat there, tears rolled off his eyes and loud sobs spilled out of his mouth.

He realised he is such a foolish man, living in a complete lie with an angel from heaven taking care of him despite getting paid dust in return. He cried so hard he took the pillow next to him and cried himself to sleep.

Day 154

If it is not for the bubbling and disturbing feeling in your stomach, you wouldn’t have gotten up and run to the bathroom to puke your guts out, but here you are. Smelling so stinky you just take a shower along the way. Fresh out of the shower in clean new clothes you saw a tall glass of water with your birth control pills right beside it. After downing the glass of water you headed to the kitchen to grab an aspirin to calm down the throbbing pain of your chest.

What you found instead is the sight of Atsumu, wearing an apron on top of his white t-shirt. It has been way too long since you have last seen him, and you didn’t expect to encounter him in your apartment, let alone him in the kitchen, preparing a breakfast for two. “Atsumu! What are you doing here!” you screamed audibly to him and got to the table to see a tray of rice and a bowl of soup on the table.

“Ah, ya woke up earlier than I thought ya would, was intending to make breakfast on bed like in that one cheesy film you love so much.” You blushed. You headed to the cupboard and popped the aspirin into your mouth with the assistance of the barley tea Atsumu prepared for you.

As you sat down awkwardly, he pulled out the rice bowl and put the tray in the sink and scooped another bowl of rice and soup for himself. He prepared a hearty meal for two, a miso soup to help you sober down and ease the gut after rounds of alcohol shots dumped in your body.

Right, you were drunk last night. “So why are you here?” you asked after spooning out the final drop of the miso soup. “You remember nothing at all?” Atsumu asked. “Wait...so...Midori didn’t lie?” you asked again. Just realising that Midori already told you that your boyfriend was there.

“Oh my god...how much did I say?” you pressed your palms on your face and dropped them to your lap. Atsumu smiles.

“You said a lot! You said too much that it made me learn a lot.” Atsumu reaches your hands the moment it gets on to the table. He clasped it with care and so much gentleness even when his hand is calloused and rough from the intense training for so many days in a week.

Atsumu sighs and hangs his head low. “I just realised that all this time, our relationship is one-sided” you gasped and the grip on his hands gets tighter. “I...took you for granted. I never gave you a comfort space to live in, a shoulder to cry on, and I have never...expressed my feelings for you.” You were trembling and Atsumu fully connected your fingers with his, interlacing it together hoping that neither of you will let it go.

“All this time you were always there for me, no matter what I was struggling with, no matter the time and place you would rush and hug me and tell me that it will be okay but I let you cry on your own whenever you deal with the same problem. I made a big mistake, and I swear to my life that I will make it up to you.” You got up from your seat and went to the sink along with your empty bowls. Atsumu got there too, hugging you from behind.

“I am so sorry for being late, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts when I see you get hurt because of me.” Atsumu hugged you like he would make you dissolve in his body, it was so tight and warm and comforting it felt like home.

Miya Atsumu is your home. You are his home. And so he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders to make sure you won’t disappear before him, to tell you that what he said is true.

You turned around. Holding his head in your hands.

“Atsumu, I love you too, and I missed you so much.” You smiled as the tears dropped, and Atsumu thinks this sight of yours hurts him as much as it makes his heart feel warm. It was a mixed feeling, but he knows that the perfect moment is right there, he holds your waist and your neck and kisses you on the lips with so much need and passion, to tell you that he loves you.

Your hands went to wrap itself on his neck, occasionally stopping by to run your hair through the blonde locks you love so much. He kisses in deeper and languid motion; it makes your head drowsy, worse than what the alcohol did to you but the sensation is nice. The alcohol was bitter and you hated it, this kiss tastes sweet and flavourful and you love it.

Atsumu continues while he carries you towards the bedroom he left you in alone last night, slowly putting your body on the messy bed who still has the scent of you from last night. It is supposed to gross you out but Atsumu is making it harder for you to breathe so nothing really matters, and Atsumu loves the scent as much as you love his oozing warmth that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He continues peppering kisses along your entire body, just like the night when you first spent together. Shirts off, pants off, underwear off. There’s nothing in the way of the both of you in the intense love-making session. Atsumu loves the way his name rolls on your tongue as he nibbles addictively on your neck, your chest and your tummy that is filled with the food he made for you, the love he had in store from his heart is delivered into you with so much ease. He plans to deliver some more as his kisses turn more passionate as the clock ticks, tongue intermingles and liquid drooling out of each other’s hot mouth.

Atsumu is already so eager to get inside you but he always has to prioritise you before him so he asked you. “Can I-can I get on with it now?” he asked, trying to recollect his breath at the same time while he looks for a particular wrapper in the drawer of your bedside table. “It’s fine, Atsumu, I’m on birth control.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, caressing your cheeks, touching your lips and tucking your hair behind your cute ears he loved to kiss so much. “You know, you mistook the birth control pills for aspirin that’s why I rummaged through the whole cupboard to look for one.” You gave him a glare so cute he continues kissing you. “My bad, baby. Can I get in now?” He asked with a teasing little smirk displayed on his stupidly handsome face.

“Yes, you can Atsumu.” You kissed him on the cheeks and hugged his neck as he entered. Inches by inches you sucked him in and he would kiss your temple to make you feel better after the stretch. The time away clearly made a lot of changes between the two of you, and it all makes this event more admirable than the ones before, because of the heartfelt confession you shared with him in the morning. All he wants to do is kiss your body like it is the only thing in this world worth worshipping. You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened in his life anyway, and he would never regret anything in his life anymore.

After the both of you peaked, he released into you, stayed there for a few minutes and took it out after he finally made your deep furrowed eyebrows disappear. You finally relax after the soothing time with your dearest one and he plopped himself next to you.

Atsumu opened his arms and you found him inside it, getting smooches here and there as he hugged you. He would play with your hair, draw stars on the naked back of yours, and you would draw circles on his chest as you listen to the small heart beat in him.

His heart was beating because of you.

“Hey, that noise in there is because of ya.” Atsumu kissed you on the forehead.

“Oh really, yer not special, Miya, listen to mine!” you said with a glare after hitting him playfully on his chest.

“Uhuh...can I kiss it? Like this?” Atsumu continues his attack on your chest and you laughed loudly as he starts skimming his fingers on your waist and your tummy. He was smiling and laughing into the attack.

Atsumu thinks that even if it is true that he is a fool, at least he is a fool that is so foolishly in love with you.

#Miya Atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu angst #haikyuu x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu reader #atsumu reader smut

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hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless......

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link

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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :(((( )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

🌸 ⭐ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity! ⭐🌸😋

thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMduBy3Sr/

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This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃🤞🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

#literally if you got through this i just respect you #this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask #i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else #ask #bataranswers #this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy #also sidenote #does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb #who cares tho latin is a dead language #big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence #here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram

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re: mitchy/scapegoat stuff. ive never been someone who ever used the ask/submit button despite being here for like more than 12 years asjjdjfkf - but wanted to say that i love the more nuanced discussion you bring about sports/TML/ideology and frameworks etc surrounding fandom and sport culture. I roam around reddit a lot and am obviously subbed to all the hockey subs, and the bigger IG pages and ...good lord above. like, for the sake of optimism, maybe some of the comments about Mitch are just chirps and half-hearted jabs (shambles in his brain, tiny hands, and then like shitting on goalies as a tactic from auston (lmfao) etc.) --- but the ones on Mitch are so gendered, demeaning, and seem more personal. he's small, he's popular, he's playful and kind, quirky, bubbly and friendly and called 'mouse', whatever. and guys pick that "femininity" apart and go for the jugular where if he isn't a roided out, snagged a blonde haired gf with 2 kids and stoic, quiet and physical - he's a failure. tbh I have a broken ankle rn and housebound, i could go on and on about how Mitch is in the limelight as a vector to that gendered/ideological debate of masculinity in hockey but then I'd be writing a thesis on tumblr dot com LMFAO. tldr Mitch is an easy target because there's an outside pressure for players to fit a mold, regardless of on ice skill (imo)

oh yeah, i totally agree with you, and i think anyone who's taken any kind of interest in mitch marner has seen the way he's talked about on the whole by the typical masculine sports fan online and been like... what the fuck is that lol. right now the shitstorm with him is so fucking frustrating bc it's not valid critique of his play, it's SOOOO character based. it's people making up rumors about him. it's people wanting to run him out of town for fucking breathing. and then within that, you KNOW the men spewing all this shit or the ones primed to hate him ARE using that kind of language about him in private circles and it drives me fucking nuts. it's pretty transparent when people Pretend to be neutral about him, and then the SECOND something goes awry for the whole team, it's 100% placed on him and moving him is the ONLY option to change up anything about this roster. like no bro. i know that's not what your ask is primarily about, sorryufhjdskl... i get heated, but i'm just so ....... he really does represent what a bunch of old men ass hockey watchers hate about hockey nowadays but also what is ultimately making hockey more of a marketable sport: skill, lmao. and he's 'smaller' than the normal guy.. and he's genuinely pretty to look at... he doesn't play a gritty or hit-heavy game (and the game itself will continue to trend away from that style of play.. or SHOULD lmao considering the lasting injuries that come out of this sport but i digress. theyre behind the other leagues for a reason) and he sometimes has had an attitude with the media after being dragged through the fucking mud for many things out of his control. it's just so........ frustrating. and it's evil. and sorry if i don't take all the men who say that kind of shit's opinions in good faith or seriously when it comes to what the future of this team looks like bc if they had their way, it'd be a team i'm not even a fan of.

#easks #its ugly.. he rlly gets the worst of it and has for a while lmao #he does deserve better #and everyone that tries to be 'neutral' abt him to be taken more seriously pisses me off bc theyre acting like they can like.#debate in good faith with ppl who arent going to change their mind.#like u cant.#his quote the other day abt being looked at as gods in toronto really was the Perfect test to see who has a brain or not #he did us a favor w that one

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lovecanbesostrange · 4 years ago

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Okay, for the poor people on the Ruby Lucas Harem Discord suffering because of this ask (x) on konako’s tumblr that lead to things (including this fanart x), I have this wild scene out of context.

Mary Margaret was sitting at her desk, updating her chemistry flashcards. Ruby was sitting on her bed cross-legged staring at her laptop screen, waiting for this English essay to write itself.

“Ugh,” Ruby groaned and let herself fall backwards. Out of habit she put her hands to her face, but winced when her fingers touched the band aid over her eyebrow. It’s been five days.

A knock on the door made them both turn. They usually could tell who it was by the exact sound of the knock. Like Charming had one hard knock followed by two quick ones or Mulan knocked four times in a specific rhythm. So whoever this was, was more than unexpected. Ruby drew in a sharp breath. She had heard back from the police yesterday that there would be no criminal charges, but they both knew something else would arise from this.

Mary Margaret looked at her, then turned her chair to fully face the door and Ruby got back up again. “Come in.”

“Hallo. Good, you’re here.”

“Mom!” Mary Margaret was up in a second and gave her mother a hug. “I didn’t know you’d be coming.”

Eva hugged her back, but despite the smile on her face, her voice already made them realize this was not a fun surprise visit. “I didn’t know I would be here today either.” The hug ended and she stepped into the room, her gaze landing on Ruby. “I got some news last night and suddenly I was in my car this morning.”

Mary Margaret glanced at the clock. It was a twelve hours drive with good traffic, so Eva must’ve gotten behind the wheel around 4am.

“Hi…” Ruby busied herself closing her laptop and didn’t look up.

“Honey,” Eva stroked Mary Margaret’s hair, “would you mind giving us the room? I want to talk to Ruby.”

“Sure.” Mary Margaret glanced between the two and then grabbed her things from the desk. “I’m down the hall in the common area.” When she passed Eva she whispered: “Don’t be too harsh on her, please.”

That made Eva smile. Her daughter knew exactly why she was here, but she looked out for her friend. These girls always had each other’s back and knowing they were loyal like that, dragging each other out of trouble, was certainly a good thing.

Eva took the vacant chair and rolled herself over a bit towards Ruby’s bed. “So.”

Ruby slowly looked up. Eva took in the bandaid and she could see a faint red line indicating that her lip must have been busted. Trying to hide one hand with the other was a giveaway that her knuckles were bruised as well. Eva had to breathe slowly. A part of her wanted to grab Ruby by the shoulders and shake the whole story out of her. She wanted to yell about irresponsibilties, the futility of violence and all the consequences physical assault could come with. The bigger part of her wanted to cradle her like the 9 year old she sometimes still saw, who confessed to lying about her home address, as if not having loving parents was her personal failing.

“I was at dinner with friends last night and suddenly got asked if I heard about the ruckus on campus. I was really surprised when I was shown this tiny article about a football player beating up another student. And it took me two phone calls to find out it was you.”

“I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured towards the blanket she was sitting on, playing with the seam of her sweatpants.

“For what?” Eva tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible. She had felt every emotion during the long drive and had played out many versions of this conversation. But sitting in this room she realized none of those would work.

Ruby furrowed her brows and finally looked up. “Beating up that guy, of course?” It was a bit more of a question than a statement. The question had rattled her. There was so much to be sorry for though. The beating, losing her temper at all, making Regina worry that night already, not doing so great in classes lately, clinging to Snow, making her team suffer… oh, wait. “Also for not calling… I guess…”

The board said that her mother, Anita, would be notified of this by mail. That was her home address, her contact, but maybe this was why Eva was here. The Blanchards had always cared, but now she was in college, she wasn’t a kid anymore, she had to do these things by herself. But maybe, just maybe they should have called. “I shouldn’t have put this on Snow alone… she should’ve talked to you…”

“Ruby, no.” Eva got up and sat down on the bed, gesturing Ruby to scoot over next to her. “Sure, I’m disappointed-”

The word stung and Ruby interjected immediately. “I’m sorry. I messed up, but I promise Snow wasn’t even there and I won’t-”

“Stop!” Eva took Ruby’s hands, now seeing the bruises already turning yellow, showing the passage of time already. “I am disappointed you didn’t call. And I’m glad to hear Mary wasn’t involved, but I wanted to know anyway. Because of you. I care about you. And this is serious. I know…” She paused and slowed down, knowing the next thing would hurt, but after all these years, Eva needed to say it out loud. “I know your mom doesn’t take good care of you, I know you feel like she doesn’t care at all and I honestly don’t know if she does. But I do. I am not your mother, but I care.”

The dam broke and Ruby started to cry. Eva took her into her arms and immediately Ruby clung to her. It was weird that Eva had seen the aftermath of Ruby crying quite a few times over the years, but rarely had she shed tears in front of her. Maybe Eva should have made her before, pushed her a little bit towards that to hammer it home that she cared and that she would be there for her. Just the same she had hugged Mary Margaret after break-ups, over bruised knees, bad grades, and other bad news.

“I’m sorry for everything”, Ruby got out between sobs. Her tears stained Eva’s blouse already. “I didn’t mean to… I don’t want to hurt people… I swear I want to be good.”

There was more, but it was hard to decipher it all and Eva let her cry, rubbing circles on her back. Getting the full story would take time, that was for sure. All she could do now was to reassure Ruby. “I know you’re good, you just made a mistake. People make mistakes.”

Eva looked over Ruby’s shoulder and saw her pinboard. A few pictures were on it and she immediately recognized one taken the time she and Leopold had taken the girls to Six Flags. They had ridden all the rollercoasters until they were practically green in the face. It had also been the day she had seen Ruby at her most carefree. There was one photo of Ruby with her Grandmother, a woman Eva had met only once. Anita was nowhere to be found on the wall.

A group shot looked nice. Eva recognized David from the pictures Mary Margaret had sent her, but couldn’t even guess who the others were. It was a bit sad living too far away to meet all these people, because she had made it a point to know Mary Margaret’s friends in school by face and name. Mulan, Belle, August, Robin, Jasmin, Anna, Aurora… so many names. She smiled at the picture in the corner that showed Ruby in her team uniform, helmet in hand. A candid shot, her elbow resting on the shoulder of another girl. Or maybe it was young woman now.

Eva turned a bit to catch a glimpse of Mary Margaret’s pinboard. Cluttered with far more pictures, flyers and notes. They shared a room, they had shared the most parts of their lives for the past 11 years and yet there still was such a noticeable difference.

Ruby started to calm down and when she let go, Eva leaned forward to get tissues out of her bag. “Can you tell me your version of the story now? All I know is that you were provoked and sent a boy to the hospital. The article said something about questionable self-defense.”

“There are no criminal charges,” Ruby said after blowing her nose. “He said something to my friend. Insulted her. And he wouldn’t stop, calling her… the c-word… and when he touched me, I lost it.”

“He was in the hospital,” she prompted.

“For a broken arm.” A pause. “A broken nose.” Ruby looked at Eva again. “He lost a tooth. And has some more bruises than I do. He was on the ground fast…”

Eva put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “I have no problem believing you would defend any of your friends like that. But you must have hit him pretty hard.” Ruby nodded, the shame was visible. “Tell me the truth. Has this happened before? Because what I can’t believe is that you would pound someone when he’s already down. Something else is going on and I want to know if that will happen again.”

Ruby pressed her palms against the mattress and slid away a bit. Eva could hear - and even see - her breathing pick up. This was almost all the confirmation she needed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Has it happened before, yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Silence fell.

Eva closed her eyes. This was the thing she had feared. Because either Ruby had lost it very big time and the paper didn’t cover the big scoop behind it. Or something had been going on and she had been blind to it. And she needed to hear this from Ruby herself either way.

“When?”

“Back in high school… it was… at junior prom…”

Eva scrambled her brain. She remembered Mary Margaret having a date and giving her one more motherly talk about safe sex that had left her daughter bright red in the face. She also remembered that date bringing her home even before curfew and that Mary Margaret had been not very talkative that night. She had sworn nothing bad had happened with him and Eva only suspected that they’d had a stupid teen argument. There was nothing too remarkable about that. Had she seen Ruby the next day? She couldn’t recall.

While she was thinking, Ruby went on hesitantly. “This boy Peter had asked me out… from the hockey team… but it… it was all a prank… some of those guys wanted to like… set me up for a joke… and... “ She quickly glanced up and right back down again. “It wasn’t as bad, he had bruises and a swollen eye. Snow was there to stop me and we all agreed to not tell anyone. I apologized to him though. And it all… it was… like now… just more… it wasn’t just Whale being a dick to my friend, it’s… everything is so much sometimes and I explode.”

This was less surprising to hear than Eva cared to admit. “Have you ever hurt somebody with intention?”

Ruby shook her head. Her voice was broken. “One time… but only one time… I shoved Snow… I swear it was only once… I yelled at her and shoved her and the second I had done that… I apologized immediately and I never ever intended to hurt anybody.” She looked at Eva again. “Least of all her. I swear.” For this she held eye contact as long as she could.

Eva reached out touching her hand that was clenched around the edge of the mattress. “Thank you for being honest.”

There were a lot of details Eva wanted to know about, but this had been hard enough on Ruby. And now they had time to figure things out. But she had revealed a bright spot. “No criminal charges, you said?”

Ruby nodded. “The police seem very uninterested. And any civil things… well, I need to worry about what the board decides. My… friend said her family will keep things on the down-low.” She squirmed a bit.

“Who is this friend?”

“Regina Mills.”

“Mills? Oh.” Of all the people to get in a fight for, this was probably the luckiest choice. Although it didn’t sit right with Eva that there might be things going to circumvent what law dictated. But she also knew that worse people got away with far worse behavior and Ruby deserved to have one strike with minimal consequences. Even if this was technically her second. “I have looked up a few therapists in town already. I nee-”

“I’m seeing the campus therapist already. But I blew off a few appointments and I get that I shouldn’t.” Eva looked over at Mary Margaret’s bed at that. “Yes, Snow made me. She went with me the first time even.”

“What else are you girls keeping from me?” That came out more judgmental than she meant to. “I know you’re growing up, but you’re still kids to me. I always thought you knew you can come to me with problems.”

“Sorry.”

Eva scooted closer again and put her arm around Ruby’s shoulder. “Enough with the apologies. I know you’re a good kid. I remember you kept Mary from starting to smoke, so that’s something.”

“You know about that?” Ruby looked at her bewildered.

“I am a mom after all and some things I do pick up. You didn’t like it, because you’re an athlete, right?”

“Yeah, it’s super shitty for your lungs and I told her it was uncool.”

Eva laughed. “Wish that would work on Leo and his cigars. But thanks for that. I know you two look out for each other. But I will have to chew out my daughter for keeping a few too many secrets.” Ruby tensed up a bit. “What? Something else I need to know?”

“No…” She dragged the syllable out, dragging her toes over the floor.

“Ruby, I just said you can tell me. That is all I want from you, the truth. And we can work anything out from there.”

“But… what if…” She crossed her arms in front of chest, bracing herself. “What if… I’m not who you think I am?”

“You’re Ruby Lucas. You’re the best friend of my daughter, almost more like a sister. You worked your butt off to get here and you work hard to be the best version of you. I know you even send some of that money home you make at the gas station. Because you care so much about people you love, like your grandmother. I know you are a good person, even though you keep way too much inside. But we can work on that now.” She gave Ruby a kiss on the head, like she would with Mary Margaret. “What could be so bad about you?”

“I’m… I think… I’m gay.” Ruby breathed out that last word and was one tense muscle in Eva’s half embrace.

Eva looked at the pinboard again. The picture with Ruby smiling while leaning on the other girl. It clicked. On top of everything else, this secret had weighed Ruby down. She sure had enough reasons to be angry at the world already. This wasn’t something Eva had prepared for, so she just brought around her other arm to pull Ruby closer. “I want you to be happy and in love.” Finally she felt Ruby breathe in again.

((I just have to stop myself here. This could go on and on and on and on otherwise. Because I already know Eva is gonna take them out to dinner, insisting on meeting David. She gets a hotel room nearby. Of course Snow offers to let her sleep in the dorm but “Honey, that’s kind, but no. So much no to sleeping in a dorm bed.” And she freshens up a bit and passes a book store, where her eye is caught by a pride display and she gets a bracelet with a tiny rainbow flag, two actually, she wears one and gives the other to Ruby, because well, she doesn’t know exactly what to say, but this will definitely not make her think less of her!! Eva is the silent MVP of the story.))

#gender mix football AU #(where nobody gives a fuck about football)#Ruby Lucas #(sorry for spamming the tag - come to the server to yell at me about it)#this fic would be 100k words at this point already - sorry I don't have actual writing stamina for that #konako #somehow it's her fault - and the demons circling her inbox #lazylaziel #if only you knew what you started... even though it's so far removed by now... sorry #$!#RRCAU

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carrotmakar · 4 years ago

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first and foremost, a big thank you to @bopbopstyles for making this cute header for me!!! i am absolutely obsessed with it!!

hi!! wow this is crazy!! i’ve been on this site for a year now!! i wasn’t posting my writing yet when i created this account, it was purely for reading, but even then i had so much fun with everyone on here!! i really didn’t even expect to go anywhere with this account, i really just made it so that i could read fics that i found interesting and not have to continuously search for the authors each time i opened my browser. but now here i am, a year later, running a whole blog. it was extremely unexpected, but it’s been the ride of a lifetime and we’re just getting started!!

when i began this blog, i was completely focussed on tom holland and the mcu, but then i ran across some of the greatest people that i have interacted with on this site, and they slowly but surely filled my dash with harry styles content (hontent, if you will). they were tom blogs too, but they really liked harry as well. i was at the point in my life where i was still a harry fan, just less so. but it’s like right when i needed it the most, he came back into my life in full force. so, i began transitioning into a harry blog and before i knew it, i changed my url to be dedicated to him and everything.

i’d like to say a thank you to all the tom blogs that got me started on tumblr. you guys made me feel like i belonged on a website that i had no clue how to properly navigate. you welcomed me with open arms and i sincerely thank you for that. also a big thank you to all the blogs that, even if you don’t like harry that much, didn’t just up and leave whenever i changed my blog. (an even bigger thanks to those who didn’t block me haha). i love all of you to death and, even though i’m not completely tom focussed anymore, i still love each and every one of you and the content that you bring onto my dash.

also, thank you to all the people that run blogs that are focussed on shawn mendes. there aren’t many of you, but i love each and every one of you that have found my blog and stuck around!!! i love all of you guys so much!!

Another thank you to all of the people who have blogs dedicated to literally anyone else. there are some blogs that are obx, some that are harry potter, some that are focussed on hockey dudes, some that are mcu but not focussed solely on tom holland, some that are swiftie blogs, and so many more!!! i love all of you regardless of what your blog is about, even if you started off as a blog focussed on one person and shifted your focus to someone/something else!!

now a thank you to the harries on this site. there’s a lot for me to thank each and every one of you for, but i’ll make it vague so that i don’t write twenty thousand words about why i’m so thankful for all of you. when i started moving from a tom blog to a harry blog, i was kinda scared. i was intimidated by the newness of everything. but every single one of you made me feel welcome in the community when i was terrified of not being accepted. now that i think back on it, it’s kinda crazy to me that i would ever think that. the harries that i interact with are some of the nicest people that i have ever had the pleasure of knowing. you guys have made me so, so happy over the past few months, and i cannot thank you guys enough for that. there are so many of you that have taken the time out of your day at some point in the past few months to say something nice to or about me, or to make sure that i’m doing okay. i love each of you endlessly for that. whenever i feel like nothing’s going great, i know that there are so many of you that will make me smile without even realizing it. i say a lot (including in this post lol) that harry came back into my life at what seemed to be the exact moment that i really needed him. but harry isn’t the only one that came into my life at that time, you guys did to. so yeah, thank you for that <33

i think it’s time to stop rambling because i’m trying my best not to cry over how amazing you guys are so yeah, there’s a little, itty bitty piece of my gratitude for all of you.

alright, i’m gonna tag my mutuals and yeah!! i’d like to say a big thank you to every single person that i’m about to tag because you’ve made my journey here so much better than i ever expected it to be!! some of you i just became mutuals with recently, and some i’ve been mutuals with for a while, but i love every one of you regardless!!

@bodejacketharry, @daddyvoldy, @niallsofficial, @glowunderthemoon, @fallinforstyles, @coveredinyourivy, @spendsmysantachange, @sweetteaswift, @burberryharold, @milfchrispine, @daysofgloryandlove, @taylorry, @fancyxparker, @calltothewild, @cloudystevie, @academia-harry , @taintedwonder, @its-marie, @sunflowers-styles, @wearethedreamrry, @5-seconds-of-mendes, @harryysstyless , @meetmeinfleetwood, @allyz, @goldenflickerx, @lonelyreputation, @thatkidwhodreams, @harry-styles, @fancyxholland, @fenty-styles, @mellowstyles94, @adoremp3, @pradaxstyles, @parker-barnes-af, @sleepybesson, @canyon-moan, @aquaticstyles, @froggystyles, @tbslenthusiast, @walkinyourainbowparadise , @sunkissedspidey, @emilykjh, @finestoflines, @outofsstyles, @harrysclementines, @helladirections, @greenorangevioletgrass, @havethetimeofyourstyles, @colaharry, @abundanceofsoph, @harryhoney-bee, @beardrry, @glimmerry, @meetmymouth, @wotamelonsugar, @zarriall, @duskholland, @guccixcoochie, @gucciwins, @gucci-hxrry, @ciggylungz, @uglypastels, @h0llandshalstead, @bfharry, @stellarboystyles, @theamazingtomholland, @peterplanet, @bopbopstyles, @berrynarrybanana, @ilovegolden, @fallinfortom, @tonguetiedholland, @t-holland2080, @parkeret, @softholand, @siennarossi, @reidingandwriting, @cunaeparker, @parkersbliss, @peeterparkr, @celestialblae, @spidey-sophie, @futurecherry, @marvelousell, @eeyore101247, @moonstruckholland, @yumings, @marvelousmain, @dreamytom, @worldoftom, @hsonesupremacy

i know that some of those listed are taking time off of tumblr for themselves, but i still wanted to include them <33 also, if i missed anyone, i am so sorry!!!! if we’re mutuals and i didn’t tag you, i still love you unconditionally!!!!

#anywho yeah!! it's been a crazy year #thank u all #i love u to the moon and back <3

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hockeynoses · 3 years ago

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Allergic Interview - Fic

Hockey RPF (no pairing, Brad March*nd)

1k words. Snz fic. I can’t believe I’m posting this on tumblr, but here we go! For non-fetish people coming across this, maybe don’t read it if it’s not your thing. It’s fairly tame, though.

Summary: Marchy has to do an interview during the game intermission. The interviewer is wearing perfume that irritates his nose.

The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the first period. They were up by one goal, and playing pretty well, although he needed to be careful about taking anymore stupid penalties. Marchand headed back down the tunnel with the rest of his teammates. He knew he was scheduled for an interview during the break, and right on time, the Bruins’ PR assistant grabbed him.

“Hey Marchy, Claire with ESPN is ready for you in the hallway,” the assistant said, gesturing towards the opposite doors before rushing off.

“Alright, thanks.” Brad grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off his face as best he could. He wiped his nose as well; the combination of the cold ice and the exertion always got his nose running. Then he headed out into the hallway, still in his gear.

Claire was easy to spot. She was wearing a navy suit and holding a microphone, a camera guy standing at the ready behind her. He was fairly certain he’d interviewed with her before, but it was a while ago at this point.

“Hey, Brad,” she greeted him. “You ready?”

“Yep, fire away.” He came to stand next to her against the wall while the camera guy got them into frame.

“How do you think the game is going so far?” she asked, rapid-fire. She was holding the microphone for him and he could smell the perfume she had clearly applied heavily on her wrist.

“I think we’re doing pretty well. I mean, we’ve just gotta play our game out there and keep it simple. Keep cycling the puck and stay focused. We’ve got a good group of guys out there and I think we’re feeling good,” he said, giving his generic answer. He didn’t know why they had to do these interviews during the games. It wasn’t like he could tell them anything they didn’t already know. Nothing that couldn’t wait until the post-game presser.

Her perfume was too strong, and the longer he stood there the more it bothered him. He started to feel a slight itch in his nostrils. He quickly rubbed the tip of his aquiline nose with the back of his hand to try and stop it in its tracks. It didn’t help very much. His nose was starting to run again too, and he sniffed to try and keep it under control.

“You took that penalty for cross-checking in the first period, how does that effect your mindset for the rest of the game?” Again, the microphone was in his face, bringing with it another wave of perfume. He was finding it harder to focus on her questions, the itch making its way into his sinuses and causing his eyes to water.

“Yeah, you know, you wanna play hard and-” he paused to rub his nose again, swiping underneath with his fingers. “Sometimes the emotion…heh…gets the best- Ha’nxgt!” He stifled, fingers pinching his nostrils together. His nose was probably starting to get red now. Letting out a breath, he said, “’Scuse me. Sometimes the emotion gets the best of you.”

“Bless you! And what’s-” He cut her off with a muffled ha-ESSHHH! that he was able to aim into his elbow just in time. He straightened up, blinking and dazed.

“Sorry, I’b nod sure what’s setting be off.” He sniffed again. The persistent itch was only getting stronger. He knew if he didn’t escape soon he’d be useless in the second period. The guys already chirped him enough about his giant nose; he didn’t need to have a fit on the ice, or in a damn in-game interview on national television, for that matter.

“Oh! Um…” she seemed unsure whether or not she should continue, eyeing him with concern. “What’s…the best strategy for the next two periods?” She held the mic back towards him again.

“Uh, We….we jusdt have to trusdt the pro-aah- the process. Stay dis- ha-RRESSHHoo! Disciplined. They’re playing tough, they’re playing physical and- h-hold on-” He pulled the front of his jersey up to cover his face and let loose with an embarrassingly loud “hhh’ETSCHH! Ha-ITTSHH! Huh-huh-RRESSHH-ughh. Oh by god.” He tried to wipe his nose as discreetly as possible as he set his jersey back into place. “Jesus, sorry.” He shook his head a bit, trying to finish this with as much dignity as he could. “They’re ndot giving up a ton. We just have to-AETCHhh” another aimed into his elbow. “We have to compete at a high level and get pucks to the- ha-EETSSH! To the ndet.”

“Wow, bless you again!” She managed through her shock. Taking pity on him, she dismissed him with an, “Alright, thanks Brad. I’ll let you go!”

“Thagks,” he said, finally turning away and making his escape. He headed down the hallway towards the restrooms, releasing a violent Ha-AEETCHHH! into his cupped hands. “Fugk me-eeeehh-Heh-TSSSHHoo!” He made it to the bathroom, cramming into a stall in his large gear, and unrolled a ton of toilet paper to use in lieu of tissues. Finally burying his nose into it and giving a loud, crackling blow. “Ugh, Jesus.” He just breathed for a moment, then gathered a fresh bunch of TP and blew his nose again, interrupted mid-blow by an iiiSSH-hah…heh-IISHH! into the abused bunch of tissue. He wiped his nose, now glowing red and impossible to miss. Why did she have to wear that perfume today? He had to be back on the ice in ten minutes!

After a few minutes of him trying to get his nose under control, he heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey Marchy?” he heard the echoing voice. It was Bergy, thank god. He didn’t want anyone else to see him like this.

“Yeah mand, I’b ind here,” he answered, voice sounding pathetic to his own ears.

“You good?” asked Patrice. “I heard the ESPN lady say you had to run off.”

“I’b good. It’s just by aaaETTCCHH! by allergies.” He blew his nose again. “I thingk it was her perfube.”

“Damn…you gonna be good to play?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a binute. I think it’s- ha-ISSHH! slowing down.”

“Okay, I’ll see you out there.” Brad heard the door close. He gave one last blow, hoping to clear everything out before heading to the sink to splash some water on his face. Once he was back out on the ice, there would be fucking cameras everywhere. His nose was definitely red, but his face didn’t look too flushed. Either way, he didn’t have much of a choice. It would be more noticeable if he didn’t go out with the others. After one last glance in the mirror, he steeled himself and headed out to join the team, hoping for the best.

#snz fic #allergy fic #brad m*rchand #definitely not going to liberally tag this one #okay I'm running away now #snzfic #snzfics #snz fics

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Kuka pelkää pimeää? - Kaapo Kakko

A/N: I hope you will enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing. A big thank you goes to everyone who has supported me. Here on tumblr I’d like to thank @nhlandotherimagines personally. Thank you Jessie.

Kuka pelkää pimeää? - Who is afraid of the dark?

The song mentioned.

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Having a relationship with a hockey player can get hard at times. It can get even worse if both sides of the relationship are working for a professional hockey team. Boy, can it get even worse if those teams happen to be the division rivals in the NHL.

The whole situation was tense as it was before the corona decided to lock me up with my boyfriend at our shared apartment in New York. Between his crazy schedule and mine, just as chaotic one, it is very difficult to find some peaceful time for one another.

Having just returned from a roadie, which was successful taking 4 out of 6 points, I close the door behind me as quietly as possible. It’s already late and Kaapo leaves for a couple of away games of his own tomorrow morning. Which doesn’t give us much time to spend together, but at least we can sleep in the same bed for once.

I change sleepily and get ready for bed trying to not make too much noise. After dragging myself out of the bathroom I slip under the covers right next to the sleeping body of my boyfriend. He stirs in his sleep, slowly turning around so he is facing me.

“Hei. How was your flight?“ His soft mumbling is barely audible and his hands reach out wrapping around my waist. His fingers slipping under the fabric of my T-shirt.

“It was okay. Guys were pain in the ass as usual.“ I laugh nuzzling my head into his chest rumbling with laughter. “But I am damn tired.“ I add a yawn for demonstration.

A chuckle leaves his pretty lips as his big hands caress my bare back. “Then sleep.” He advises, voice laced with sleep I unintentionally woke him from. I hum in response closing my eyes. I relax into the soft mattress listening to the even breathing of my beloved one.

Lying in bed I try to drift off to dream, but fail terribly. Again. Decided I’ve had enough I reach for my phone and turn it back on. Throwing the covers off of me I sit up and rub my face, annoyed at my inability to fall asleep despite being tired. I reach for my wireless headphones and put them on pairing them with my phone. I put on a rather calming playlist and click on the flashlight icon.

Tiptoeingly I leave the room making sure to close the door behind me and head for the living room. I turn on the light hanging above the kitchen island and grab a glass filling it with water to the very brim. I chug down almost half of its content and set the rest on the marble surface.

I walk over to an armchair and push it to the floor to ceiling window. I stop and cringe slightly when it makes a disturbing noise. I throw myself on it with a heavy sigh escaping my lips. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath. I focus on the music reaching my ears. The gentle tones infecting my brain trying to get it to loosen up.

I open my eyes taking a look at the city below. It never sleeps. No matter the crazy hour there’s always someone driving the busy roads. It’s as if the dark sky was outstretching its arms and reaching for people in an attempt to put them to sleep. Humans, ever the persistent creatures, are escaping its hold with cars lighting up the roads and apartments with yellow light seeping through the glass and blinds.

I hate the dark. In fact it terrifies me. I bring my knees under my chin and hug my legs close to my body. The unknown danger hiding in the shadows scares me. I no longer check under my bed for monsters. I don’t need to. They are in the streets, we meet them daily, although we don’t realize. But walking home alone in the dark makes my blood run cold at times. I can’t stand it, no matter how old I am.

Finnish songs from my playlist come up and I smile. They always remind me of Kaapo. An instant mood lifter. One song catches my attention. Kuka pelkää pimeää from Herrat. How fitting, eh? It's about two people being the only ones wide awake at a late night hour. The sleeping city and stars shining above it, but them not being afraid of the dark. I wish. I think bitterly.

I sing along quietly, imagining driving around the city with Kaapo. With no destination in mind, just driving. Probably listening to our favorite songs and messing up the lyrics, especially me making up new Finnish words and him laughing at and with me. He rarely smiles, but when he does it’s so worth it. He saves it for the good moments. With him I would drive even at the darkest of the nights.

A happy sigh escapes my lips as another of the songs I keep deep within my heart comes up. I look around the apartment, the only source of light being the one I left on at the kitchen island.

A figure standing in the living room doorway catches my attention and I shriek. Pulling my headphones down I reach for my phone, panicking. The person steps into the light and I release a breath I forgot I was holding in the rush of it all.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Are you insane?" I almost yell with a trembling voice. I add a couple more swear words, mumbling them under my breath and in a language my boyfriend speaks ever so fluently.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't want to scare you." Kaapo apologizes, the tips of his ears turning red. Coming up to me I stand up and he wraps his arms around my shaking figure. "I am sorry." He whispers in his native language.

"You scared the hell out of me." I whine placing my head on his firm chest. He just holds me closer and rubs my back soothingly. "What were you even doing standing in the shadow like that?"

"You weren't in bed." His voice is laced with concern, his accent heavy.

"Couldn't sleep." I say in Finnish. My knowledge of that language is not great, but I like it and it makes him more comfortable. It makes our talks more private. More intimate. "I am sorry, I woke you. You should sleep. You have a flight in the morning."

"And you just came back. You are tired too. Come back to bed." He tries to reason with me.

"But I can't sleep." Arguing back I shake my head in his chest.

"And if I help you sleep?"

"How?" Lifting my head I look into his blue eyes.

"Trust me?" Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear his fingers brush my cheek gently.

"Kyllä." I breathe and nod.

Taking me by the hand he walks to the island turning the lights off. The moment it goes dark my heart rate picks up. "Kaapo." He squeezes my palm reassuringly.

"I am right here with you." He pulls me to his chest. Taking me by my thighs he lifts me up. My limbs instantly wrap around him and I burry my face in his neck. "It's alright." Turning his head he kisses my hair and starts walking back to our bedroom.

Flicking on the bedside lamp he sets me on the mattress. He then turns around opening the wardrobe and shuffling around for something. I take off the headphones from around my neck and put them on the bedside table. Tilting my head I watch him, but remain quiet, more than interested in what he is up to. Pulling out a small box he sets it on the ground pluging it in.

He looks up at me with a soft smile. I remember the box! I gave it to him on his birthday. He turns the lamp off and then presses a button on the box. The dark room lights up with many little white starts and green and blue clouds moving like Aurora Borealis. My heart bursts with so much love at this moment.

It's a star projector I gifted him because he missed Finland so much and I thought that seeing the stars would remind him of home. It did. He was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. I was never more proud of myself as back then for picking the right gift. That is actually how I found out about his interest in the stars.

He climbs onto the bed laying down on his back. Reaching for me he pulls me to his side. He takes the duvet pulling it on top of us. I place my head on his shoulder and his warm palms settle on my waist. “Can you point the Polaris?” He whispers into my hair.

“Of course. It’s uh-“ I let my eyes wander across the ceiling. “There. Pohjantähti.“ I point to a star. “On the right from the light.“ I explain excitedly. “It is part of Big dipper which is uh- Otava in Finnish!“ I look up at him to see if I remembered right.

“Very good.“ He smiles squeezing my hip. “And that,“ he points up, “is Iso karhu. The big bear?“ He questions the last part, unsure of the English translation.

“The great bear. Yes.“ I giggle. “But there is one star missing, no?“ If I recall correctly there should be a mistake in the image. I mean, when we turned it on for the first time Kaapo pointed out the absence of one star.

“Yes, Mizar is not there.“ He confirms. “I still can’t understand how they forgot Mizar when Alcor is right there. Mizar even shines brighter than Alcor!“ He shakes his head. I smile at his passion and the unintentional English thrown into the mix.

“Minä rakastan sinua.“ I whisper filling the silence that settled between us.

“I love you too.“ He mumbles the cute way he always does.

We continue lying in our bed talking about stars we miss so much. I feel my eyelids grow heavy and slowly the stars fade from my view. I feel a shift on the bed and decide to protest. “Don’t leave.”

“I am just going to turn it off.“ He whispers and suddenly his warmth is gone. I pout sleepily reaching my arms out grabbing onto the empty air. I hear a click and feel the bed dip. Then his arms wrap around me and a content smile takes over my face. “Hyvää yöta.“

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Translations:

Kyllä. - Yes.

Pohjantähti - Polaris

Iso karhu - The great bear

Minä rakastan sinua. - I love you.

Hyvää yöta. - Good night.

A/N: Hopefully it was worth the wait.

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