#tickets to a game he didnt even like and NOTHING

[bottledclxuds]

just saw someone call bt "one of the most beautiful relationships on the show" and i. putting my dislike of tommy and bt aside. really? did we watch the same show? i don't think its even close to the top 5 most beautiful relationships on the show 😭😭 ur watching the same show with madney bathena and henren in it like put some respect on their name

[hughesmedicine]

birthday day girl 2 | q. hughes

quinn hughes x burrow reader

a/n: happy birthday girly pop, I love you so much and in a few months we’ll be meeting for the first time and seriously cannot wait for that moment🩷. I’ve seen you grown into this amazing person and I’m excited to see you grow into the person you deserve to be. Enjoy being 18 and I love you so so much, continue to make me so so proud!! Go and be the most amazing vet I’ll ever know!(and marry a football player!) @burreauxinfinity

(I’m not happy with how some of it turned out but had to do this for the bday girl🩷 yearly tradition ofc!)

ynburrow

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ynburrow heres to 25 years and making that daily post🩷 thank you quinny for making this year the best year of my life. You’ve believed in me through everything and I couldn’t have asked for a better support system through my career and through yours, becoming captain was insane and I’m so so proud of you!! @/jackhughes I’ll see you tonight for shots

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_quinnhughes happy birthday love! Can’t wait to see you tonight and snatch you back from Jamarr

lahjay10_ ay man she was my best friend first, I have rights

ynburrow sorry baby but he’s right

jackhughes 25 for 25?🤭

ynburrow YES! PREGAME AT THE LAKE HOUSE HUGHES! We’ll do the rest at the bar ofc!

joeyb_9 absolutely not, you can’t even handle 25 shots!

ynburrow bold of you to assume I’m doing 25😭 I’ll make jack split it

joeyb_9 that’s the y/n I know

trevorzegras but you’ve done 25 shots before? Literally have video proof

ynburrow TREVOR STFU joe didn’t know that shit!

trevorzegras oh god I’m dead

lahjay10_ yeah you are, good luck man.

trevorzegras thanks I’m going to need it.

maxverstappen happy birthday y/n! Your gift should be arriving in the mail soon!

yourusername omg. Somebody pinch me, is this happening?

landonorris not dreaming bestie! (But I’ll still pinch you)

ynburrow your pinches hurt stay away! You do it way too hard for a normal person☹️

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes birthday dinner for my girl🩷 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY I love you so much and couldn’t ask for anything better then you. You make my day sm better and know how to keep me in check. Enjoy your big day hun and your present is at home waiting for you!

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edwards73 SIMP ON THE MAIN?? lhughes06 your brother is so down bad.

lhughes_06 that’s nothing new?

ynhughesburrowoh Ethan let’s not forget how when Quinn first brought me over you liked me😭 tripped up the steps trying to flirt with me

edwards73 this is why we have beef y/n/n

ynhughesburrow mhm “beef” he says as he’s currently tanning with me outside and ranting about girl problems

edwatds73 _quinnhughes get your girlfriend man!

_quinnhughes sorry I cant control her🤷‍♀️ enjoy your tan baby

lhughes_06 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER IN LAW! permission to take you out for a few for some birthday shopping??

ynburrow YES PLEASE I need to go to the Lego store and stock up on the new f1 series they have

lhughes_06 looks like I know what I’m purchasing for you! We can build it together and also got you tickets the Vegas f1 race

ynhughesburrow LUKE YOU DIDNT?!! YOU BETTER BE COMING WITH ME

lhughes_06 I am! Have a game in Vegas that week

maxvertappen1 and you’re gonna be sitting in the Red Bull garage y/n!

ynhughesburrow omg this is the best birtbday ever!!😭 you guys are the best thank you so much.

_quinnhughes and ynhughesburrow

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_quinnhughes here’s to forever with you my love! Thank you for coming into my life and making it better🩷. I’m still glad Luke dragged me to that red wings game that day or we wouldn’t have crossed paths. Can’t wait to start our own family and have one like mine. (It has to be three boys)

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ynhughesburrow I’m actually sobbing, I love you so much😭🩷 my lifeline I swear, thank you for coming into my life baby. It’s been better with you and I can’t imagine bullying my brother with anybody else🫶🏻 (and I’ll die if I don’t get a daughter q)

_quinnhughes I love you so much more, seriously thank you for everything you’ve done for me. (Fine one girl three boys)

ynhughesburrow you better learn how to get pregnant if you think I’m pushing out four kids baby

_quinnhughes don’t worry I know I can convince you

jackhughes god you guys make me sick( DIBS ON HAVING NIC STAY AT OURS DURING VACATIONS, Luke and I need our sister in law time )

lahjay10_ man why do you guys keep stealing my best friend?? Sleepovers are our thing!

ynhughesburrow I get a kick out of these comments😭😭 you guys are so entertaining

jackhughes what if I said you were invited ja’marr?

lahyjay10_ then yes we can have that sleepover then!

_quinnhughes not you guys stealing my wife, go away! I get my time with her now

elblue6 thank you for loving my son y/n! You’ve lit up his world and I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter in law😭🩷 I’m expecting grand babies soon!

_quinnhughes MOM

ynhughesburrow I’m wheezing 😭 but yes soon momma el! Have to create our own hockey family (or football considering who the uncles are)

joeyb_9 oh the kids will be interested in football! I’m babysitting them a lot!

lhughes_06 Quinn save them now. We need the Hughes hockey legacy to continue

ynhughesburrow the kids will have control over their own futures! If they want to play either or they can and if they don’t they don’t have to. But I do hope one of them joins f1👀

joeyb_9 yes ma’am!

lahjay10_ yes ma’am!

lhughes_06 understood!

landonorris if you bring him around when you do have we can convince him bestie!

ynhughesburrow IM ALREADY LOOKING AT FLIGHTS

[sun-stricken]

Gray & Mira Hcs!

the dynamic (demonic) duo **jazz hands**

* These two are like organized chaos together

* everything perfectly thought out to cause just the right amount of chaos

* They are the biggest instigators

* will lie their asses off to start fights when theyre bored

* Gray has a sensitivity to tears, and Mira can and will play on it at any given moment

* They have the same amount of arrests, its like a game to them, whoever has more wins

* [common conversations involving them]

* Mira: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. 
Gray: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

* Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? 
Gray: Death penalty. 
Mira, from the gallery: Gray, it’s just a parking ticket. 
Gray, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

* Mira: It’s nice to be wanted.
Gray: Even if it’s by the law?
Mira: Especially if it’s by the law.

* they are the epitome of “i have a problem” “*sigh* okay, put the body on ice ill be there soon” “ok— wait, no! not that kind of problem!”

* They were TERRORS growing up (still are) and while they weren’t necessarily friends they were like tentative partners in crime

* Mira claimed him as her friend after he tried to fist fight a council member

* at first he didnt fully reciprocate but did a 180 when she got into Erzas face and started a fight with absolutely no fear

* Gray still thinks shes one of the most badass people he knows

* Mira typically cooks for the guild and she will have Grays food ready before he even orders it

* Gray brings her tea from her favorite fancy shops everyday

* They bonded over being (partially) demons

* Mira helped Gray accept and deal with the non-romanticized parts of having demon instincts (gruesome intrusive thoughts, impulsiveness, apathy for humans, volatile moods, etc)

* As a side effect of being a demon, Mira (non transformed) has short talons, fangs, and horns (among other things). She truly loves them

* So when Grays started to grow in she didnt fully understand why he didnt; but she still did her best to comfort and reassure him and sympathize with him

* While she tried to hide her excitement at his physical traits while she was comforting him, Gray noticed and it was that that made him grow more comfortable with them

* They have rant sessions that are completely judgment free where they can talk on and on about their ugliest moments/thoughts, and basically most the things they cant tell others. whether it has to do with their demon side or not

* Miras demon has a constant thirst for mayhem, and Gray (being the instigator he is) will give it to them no questions asked

* in turn when Gray gets into arguments and hes wrong, Mira will update wikipedia pages so hes right

* theyre so passive aggressive towards each other

* When they fight everyone within a 8 mile radius needs to be evacuated, no matter how small the fight looks, they get vicious and it’s terrifying

* if you interrupt them you may as well be signing your death warrant

* They always act like nothing happened when they’re done, leaving everyone tiptoeing around them for weeks post

* Grays phone is on dnd constantly, Mira is one of the only few people that is set to come through

* and the local police station, but thats the same thing

* When Mira doesnt answer his calls he’ll leave incriminating voicemails and wont answer her calls for hours after

[icallhimjoey]

i know he didnt win the poll, but coffeeshop!joe deserves a short little follow up because i miss him and i want to know how he's doing

GIRL the way i've held onto this request for weeks because i wanted to use this for @ghostinthebackofyourhead's birthday (which is TODAY surprise, pls go wish her a happy birthday, she's the loveliest) im sorry it took forever, but here you go! Wordcount: 1.6K

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Sunshine Blend Blonde Roast

“I don’t want to... intrude, even though, you kind of make it really impossible not to,” you colleague said whilst finishing up two cappuccinos for a customer as he looked over the machine at Joe.

“Intrude, my guy. You have a free pass to intrude whenever,” you quipped and threw him a plastic lid when you saw him reach for one.

“What did you do?” he said it soft enough for Joe not to hear, but loud enough for you to hear over the music just fine.

You grinned as you wiped down the counters.

“I did absolutely nothing,”

“Then why has he been sat there, glaring at you for... what's it been? Must have nearly been an hour now...”

From behind the coffee machine, the two of you just openly looked at Joe who didn’t shy away from staring right back at you, frowning deeply still.

“Sometimes,” you started, and couldn’t help but laugh before you could finish that sentence. It was the infectious type of giggle. The cackle your co-worker couldn’t help but smile at, even though he had no idea what was so funny.

“Sometimes he gets really mad at me just because I’m just so stinkin' cute,”

You saw Joe narrow his eyes from where he was sat, looking at you over his coffee cup which you knew must have been either empty, or cold by now.

He'd clearly heard you.

“Is that the problem?” you asked, voice louder now. “Am I being too cute today?”

You knew it wasn’t why Joe had sat down at a table by himself, just to wait out your shift. Joe was annoyed that you’d even taken on a shift in the first place, because who the fuck decides to work on their birthday if they don’t have to?

Well. You did.

Because a colleague had asked the full groupchat if someone could cover for him tomorrow, because he’d forgotten he had tickets for a festival, and then no one had replied in over an hour. And, you know, you didn’t really have plans – not that you knew about anyway – so, why not help out a friend?

“Go party, my man, I’ve got you,” you’d texted back and then you’d neglected to tell Joe about it until the next day when you were about to leave to go to work.

Apparently, Joe did have plans for you.

Obviously.

It was your birthday, after all.

“I don’t think that’s the issue,” you colleague said when Joe’s facial expression didn’t falter.

“Oh man, I’m not?” It wasn’t busy in the coffee shop, but the people that were in were all most definitely trying to follow what was currently happening between the loud girl behind the counter and the grumpy man who kept eerily quiet for someone being spoken to like that.

You sucked in air through your teeth and shook your head.

“Dangerous game to play, not calling a girl cute on her birthday, I don’t know how that could ever end well...”

“It’s your birthday?” your colleague had no idea.

“Oh, you’re adorable!” Joe suddenly shouted across the shop, all sarcastic. It just made you grin wider and scrunch up your nose at him.

“Happy birthday!” your colleague said.

“Thank you.” You replied but kept your eye-contact with Joe which was turning more challenging by the second.

“You’re starting to freak out our other customers, though,”

You noticed someone to the side who kind of waited to walk through your line of sight from each other, not wanting to get stuck in the crossfire. A little like they were waiting for one of you to take pic of the other and they didn’t want to ruin the snapshot, which was hilarious.

“No, please," you gestured for them to walk. "Don’t worry about him. He’s all bark, no bite,” you kindly spoke to them as they let out a relieved chuckle before they made their way to the door. The comment made Joe roll his eyes.

The little break from looking at Joe gave your colleague the chance to place two dirty blenders into your hands for you to rinse, and just for a second you got back to work. Sang and moved a bit to the music you had playing, all pleased with yourself because you’d stocked everything up behind the counter, and then had wiped it all clean, so it all looked very nice and organised.

T'was very satisfying.

You fucking loved your job.

“Okay, now he’s starting to freak me out a little bit,”

“Joe, stop staring,” you called, not looking up from your task at hand, and you heard a soft snicker come from his direction.

“I think you’re right,” you then said to your colleague. “I don’t think my overall cuteness is the issue here,”

“I think,” you placed the now rinsed blenders back in their spot and turned back to give Joe a glance. “I think it’s got something to do with Joe not being allowed behind the counter and the fact that he owes me a lot of birthday kisses still,”

“You’ve gotten plenty birthday ki–” Joe called, sort of too loudly for your colleague to be comfortable with.

But you made it worse, because you cut him off with your voice raised even louder, saying “One for every year I’ve been alive, Joe! That’s how birthday kisses work!” You played being annoyed with him, knowing it was all games.

Joe loved being in the coffee shop whilst you worked. Gave him a chance to just sit back and watch you. Just, working. Being yourself. And he got to do all openly without having to pretend he wasn’t looking whenever you glanced over at him.

Instead, he’d just get to smile all dreamily at you, and then you’d smile back all confidently, or pull a silly face to make him laugh. Or, on exceptionally special days, you’d grow a bit shy from his consistent eyes on you, and Joe would make you blush. Those were his favourite days.

Also, Joe was allowed behind the counter. There just couldn’t be other customers in store, because if there were other customers, there was work, and Joe wasn’t meant to distract you from doing your actual job.

Your boss had come down hard on the two of you more than once, so you followed the rules. Behaved like the good boy and good girl you were, not wanting to be yelled at again by your superior.

It’s why you’d noticed that there was just one other person left now, and they had started putting their coat back on. It’s also why you’d noticed that Joe had noticed them too.

The door hadn’t even fallen fully shut before Joe shot up out of his seat and made his way around with fast footsteps and grabby hands. It made you squeal and want to hide in a panic from him as you laughed, but Joe’s hands found you quick as they took hold of you by the waist. And then, so did his mouth as it latched itself onto yours for a quality birthday kiss.

Full tongue.

Full giggles.

Full shenanigans.

Your colleague didn’t do shenanigans, and he had to push the two of you aside a little as he reached around to pick up everything he needed to go clean the tables people had just sat at.

“It’s her birthday, it’s her birthday,” the two of you could hear him whisper to himself which made you both smile into your kiss.

You loved your job, but your job with Joe in the shop? So much better.

Joe kissed you for a while, all soft and tender, and then broke the kiss to say, "Seven." before diving back in.

Then, not sooner after, Joe broke away again before he muttered, "Eight." and you couldn't help but let a belly laugh escape you, head thrown back and all. It gave Joe the chance to giggle into your neck for a moment.

"I don't think the first six ones really count, I don't remember them," you joked and you could hear your colleague scoff loudly from across the shop. He was so done with your shit.

Fortunately, Joe kind of loved your shit.

Joe leant in once more to kiss you all soft and sweet, and then said, "Three." before leaning back enough to take in your lovesick dopey grin, not unlike his own.

It was your birthday, and if you said those kisses didn't count, they didn't count.

The door of the shop opened and new customers walked in, promptly ending the cute romantic little moment you had going.

"You want another coffee?" you asked Joe before you were willing to let go of him completely.

Your colleague came around to help the people who'd just stepped inside, because he was collegiate like that.

"I'd love one," Joe said, leaning in for a last quick peck before half-jogging his way back around the counter into allowed territory. Customer territory.

"One large americano, coming up,"

"Actually," Joe stopped just before he was about to sit down in the same spot he always sat when he came to visit you at work. "Surprise me."

And if that didn't make it the best fucking birthday ever, you didn't what would.

It was your birthday and if you wanted to work on your birthday, you could. If you wanted to kiss Joe behind the counter for a bit, you could. And if you wanted to make Joe a ridiculously sweet wild colourful iced proper milkshake of a coffee, you absolutely could.

"Happy birthday to me," you smiled as you scooped ice into a blender, glancing up at Joe who had now sat down again, his chin resting on top his fist as he smiled at you all smugly. Look how happy he made you.

"Happy birthday to you, babe."

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[cross-crye]

𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔬𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

twst & genshin x (gn) reader fluff

w.c. 0.7k

Cliche dates they take you on! (somewhat modern au)

~ lets pretend i didnt forget about dinner dates and picnic dates. shhhh. also there's some charas that fit more of the date types so choosing was a bit of a struggle.

ꜱᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ

Lounging with your head laid onto his lap he slowly strokes your hair as you share stories underneath the night sky. You’re comfortable on the blanket he’d laid out on the ground, listening intently as he points out all the constellations to you. The occasional forehead kiss as he leans down towards you, whispered confession of love that will be forever lost into the night along with the occasional gentle caress. 

malleus; zhongli; kazuha; xiao

'ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ'

Exploring the forests may seem bothersome to most, but not you two. It’s a truly special moment, breathing the fresh air while holding hands with your boyfriend, his gentle voice relaxing you further as you discuss the beauty of nature. Regardless of the original point of your visit, either it be a quick stroll, or something like foraging it’s no doubt that a bit of alone time with your significant other and nature was all you needed.

jade; rook; tighnari; ayato; gorou

ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ/ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Not only are there many possible conversation topics in a bookstore, but the atmosphere of small libraries is always comforting, and the quiet air makes you whisper to your partner. It feels like it’s just the two of you in the whole world. It’s certainly an unforgettable experience since the workers kept on shushing you after you laughed too hard at a comment he made. 

al haitham; riddle; jamil

ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Playing air hockey against each other, groaning in frustration while he laughs when you score in your own goal by accident. Him trying one of those ‘test your strength’ games to show off only to get a stupidly low result and for you to laugh at his disappointment. After trying every game in the arcade (and also having made a few competitions to see who was the better gamer) exchanging all your tickets for the silliest prizes (a pair of course) to keep as a memento.

 itto; floyd; venti; deuce; scaramouche; idia (if the place were empty)

ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Holding hands in the somewhat crowded corridors and taking way too long to read the explanations of every exhibit. Giggling at the automated voice of the interactive exhibits and taking silly photos of each other. Reluctantly asking a friendly-looking stranger to take a photo of you two in order to have a cute couple photo as a memento. Then finding something for each other in the souvenir shop (bonus points if it based on each others’ favourite exhibit)

azul; albedo; cyno; lilia (point at dinosaur skeletons and then make jokes about his age pls)

ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ/ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Choosing the corner booth so nothing distracts you from each other. Chatting over drinks and snacks when there's a nice atmosphere surrounding you. Leaning over the table and kissing his nose because there was some cream there. Looking away while blushing so much that your face is red because at the end of the day both of you are fools in love who still struggle to act on their feelings.

trey; ruggie; thoma; silver; kalim; sebek

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

‘Playing it safe’ by taking you to the movies. Only one bowl of popcorn so your hands brush against each other’s when reaching into the bowl. The classic yawning and stretch move in order to lay his hands around your shoulder. The movie being of the horror genre so he can have an excuse to hug you whenever there's a jumpscare because verbally admitting to desiring affection is unacceptable.

ace; kaeya; childe; jack; epel (wants to seem manly and protect u from the scary stuff)

ᴍᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ

It’s not his fault he wants to spoil you, he swears it! But regardless of how crowded the mall is, walking hand in hand from place to place and talking is still a nice bonding moment. Even if you don’t actually buy anything and just enjoy spending time with each other and eat some shitty mall food at the surprisingly clean tables in the food court it’d be a nice date. The fact that he got to show you off, and effectively prove that he has the best significant other is an added bonus.

leona; cater; heizou; diluc; vil (if his fans wouldn’t bother him)

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no reposting, stealing, copying or translating my works.

reblogs, comments and likes are all highly appreciated

[bitchinbarzal]

yk how frank says he likes to separate hockey + the rest of his life and doesn’t like to hang out with his teammates outside of practice and games and stuff??? what if the reader was his gf and the team just. didnt know she existed at all until the game last night bc they have the whole private but not secret thing going on and the team is like ‘??? why didnt you tell us about her’ and frank is just like ‘idk you never asked??’

Other players girlfriends had gone to the game, all wearing matching jackets and interacting with one another.

You weren’t wearing a jacket nor did you know any of them but the ticket Frank had given you was with them. You got a few weird stares before someone spoke to you.

“Hey! I’m Molly, Adam’s girlfriend. Do you know anyone on the team?” She seemed sweet, a smile on her face.

You nodded “Hey, yeah i’m y/n! Um.. frank is my boyfriend”

Her face dropped “you’re kidding me!”

You looked confused “Pardon?”

She put her hand on your arm “oh no honey, nothing bad it’s just I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend! Come sit with us and tell us everything!”

You spent the night getting to know them and answering all of their questions.

When Frank scored you leaped out of your seat and cheered. Someone had grabbed it on video, knowing how much it meant to have these memories and when they text you it you just smiled and said

thanks :) means a lot to have these!

After the game the girls had taken you down to where the boys would be, you’d never been down before usually opting to meet Frank at home.

You spotted him as they filed off the ice, his face lit up and he made his way to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you kissed him “I’m so freakin’ proud of you dude!”

“What’re you doing down here? You never come down” he’s smiling through his laboured breathing.

“I made some friends” You feature towards the girls all pointing at you now with their respective other half’s.

“Okay im gonna get changed I’ll be out in a bit”

Frank kisses you one last time and enters the locker room to find everyone staring waiting for him.

“You guys ok?” He asks, putting down his stick and taking off his jersey, trying to hurry back to you.

Truss speaks “You have a girl?”

“I do…” Frank replies, continues to get changed

“And you never told us?!”

“You didn’t ask?” Is all he says.

“Well are you going to invite her out? We’d love to meet her” Nolan asks, captainly voice coming out

He sighs “Listen boys, I appreciate it but she’s my girl and I wanna keep her away from Hockey drama as much as I can so nothing against you or your girlfriends I just wanna keep her safe that way”

They nod, understanding.

“Appreciate the gesture but i wanna keep her my secret for now”

Once he meets you outside you’re still talking to the girls and bid them farewell

“It was lovely meeting you girls!”

“Yeah you too, we’ll need to brunch sometime!”

“For sure”

Half way out of the arena and lodged under his arm Frank turns to you

“Are you really going out with them?”

You shake your head “No, I like them but I like our little world”

“Yeah, me too”

[sicknessbysalem]

i didnt want to be this person but i’ve been following your blog for a while and i was hoping it would change but it hasnt. I think its bold of you to say your blog has no AI when your characters are basically rip offs of existing characters or real world people, or characters you took from another user. AI is awul for artists and needs to be separated from art and this blog is basically AI with how many rip off characters you have. You say you don’t write rpf or fanfic but over half your characters are basically rip offs of existing characters or real world people (youre going to tell me that Cassius and Calypso arent ripped off from Gravity Falls, Hemlock isnt stolen from Danny Phantom, Novak is basically a subtle rpf to that one nfl quarterback in florida, the list goes on). If you aren’t going to even try why do you have a blog?

Hey Anon, this is actually insane.

For starters, I didn’t even want to think about this message because you didn’t even have the guts to come off anonymous to tell me you felt that way. The only reason I’m answering this is because its actually insane you think this.

Let’s bust out the crayons for this lesson, shall we? 🖍️ i’ll explain this the way i explained a similar thing to some kids at the daycare i volunteered at in college.

🖍️ "Inspired by" means you see something you like, and you use it to come up with your own ideas. It’s like seeing a cool picture of a duck, and then drawing your own duck but making it look different, maybe with different colors or wings. You use the idea, but make it yours.

🖍️ "Copying" is when you take something someone else made and do the exact same thing without changing it or making it your own. It’s like tracing that duck picture and saying it’s yours, even though someone else made it first.

So, being inspired is using an idea to create something new, and copying is just making the same thing!

Let’s look at the characters you mentioned.

Cassius and Calypso are witches. Twins. This isn’t the first time witches have appeared in media, of course. After all, Harry Potter is incredibly popular. Let’s not forget Sabrina the Teenage Witch! Also! Twins are a real life biological phenomenon! I won’t lie, the relationship Cassius and Calypso has is drawn from Gravity Falls, but if you remember the creator of that show even came out and said they were based on him and his sister. How are they mine, you ask? Well… theyre under contract with their aunt and uncle, they perform regular shows showcasing their abilities, and the biggest thing in their lore is Calypso’s deal. Calypso made a deal with a demon who she knows nothing about and hardly knows anything about what she got into but she doesnt care. As long as her brother is safe. They have their own exclusive personalities too!

Was Hemlock based off Danny Phantom? Hell yeah he was. That show was a banger. Is Hemlock a copycat of Danny Phantom? Believe it or not even though he is half ghost and half human and can shift (as is Juniper!) at his will usually, he is NOT actually Danny Phantom. Hemlock is a transgender man, he is a student, he just got his abilities at twenty one. Did I take inspiration from the show? Sure. But is Hemlock also a classical musician, an occult student, a researcher, and a study driven academic with an ironic background in ghost hunting? Yep. And guess what? He also has a whole personality!!

Let’s look at Novak, because he is one of my favorite characters ever and he’s a lot of people’s favorite character. The quarterback you’re looking for is an amazing man, really. I volunteered with that team on an internship for one of my degrees during one of his seasons and he is one of the most genuine people I’ve met! (I went to a game in January, tickets were a Christmas gift, and he actually remembered me by name and I gave him a friendship bracelet like it was the eras tour and I’m pretty sure he wore it for a while). But is Novak a copycat of him? Let’s look. See, I don’t know him (that player you’re talking about) personally! But I can tell you Novak is a linebacker which is an entirely different position. Novak is also a single father who was SA’ed (because that happens to men too) in college. He was a foster kid who went through eight homes, six of which were abusive. He was a double major in college while being a once in a lifetime player for the college football team. He would do anything for his mom, his daughter, and his loved ones without a second thought. In fact we see more lore in his book but Novak has a hefty (six figures) fund for his daughter to go to college or buy a house or whatever she may need later in life. He regularly donates to his mom’s art gallery to make sure it stays running and local artists are supported to the highest possible level. Also, interestingly, that quarterback youre talking about is very Christian (very nice about it. But very christian) and Novak is actually agnostic! Novak also retired after a few years after he acquired a really bad concussion and started having seizures. As you say, ✨the list goes on✨

As for the AI thing, because what the absolute fuck… I never use AI to write my stories. I have used ChatGPT before, but I have used it as a means to get my thoughts organized in a prompt so I can write. Other that that, all me baby.

So, if you have any other comments, feel free to keep them to yourself from now on! My characters are mine or used BY REQUEST from the author who originally create them. So, again. All me baby.

If you don’t got anything else, feel free to see yourself out!

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

FINDING YOU Chapter 3

Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: smut, mention of mild anxiety

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 3

“Morning sunshine!”

“Morning!” Steve gave you a sleepy smile.

“Excited for today?” you asked as you sat up, eyes bright with excitement of your own.

“Maybe a tad nervous,” Steve admitted as swung his legs over the edge of his side of the bed. He was facing away from you as he carried on speaking. “Surprises sometimes have a way of getting a bit out of hand in my experience.”

Your face fell and you felt speechless. After a few moments, you regained your ability to speak. “I'm sorry, I- why didn't you say anything before?”

“You looked so happy, I didn't want to ruin it for you.” He turned his head in your direction, but didn’t quite make eye contact.

“Steve,” you crawled over to his side. “I appreciate that, but I wanted to do something nice for you! I need you to be honest with me. Even if it does hurt my feelings. Especially if something is making you uncomfortable.”

“Sorry.”

“You can talk to me. I need you to talk to me.”

Steve nodded. He didn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself.

“I think, maybe, that you're so used to keeping things to yourself, that this is hard for you. Is that right?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, trying to make a connection. 

“I'm trying.” He sounded a little dejected, still not meeting your eyes.

“I know.” You smiled reassuringly. “You want me to tell you the plan?”

He slipped his hand into yours and looked at you. “Please.”

You suddenly felt nervous. You'd made a huge deal of this surprise gift, what if he didnt like it?

“I got us tickets to the baseball game at Citi Field. It's the Yankees versus Phillies. I know it's not your baseball team, and I didn't think LA was your scene.” At this point it was your anxiety talking. “I hope you don't mind this, but Bucky said you liked baseball, and I thought you probably hadn't had time to do anything for yourself, and I wanted to-"

Steve's lips on yours stopped you prattling on further.

“Ace, that sounds incredible,” he smiled. “I can’t believe you’ve done this for me.”

It was the first time anyone had done something like this for him. Steve had always been the type of man who had done things for others. It was rare for people to return the favor. He wasn't quite used to the feeling of being taken care of by anyone other than Bucky.

“Of course. I love you Steve.”

“And I love you.”

You were grinning like a lunatic. It was the first time Steve had used the phrase ‘I love you’ rather than phrases like ‘me too.’

“You deserve nothing but the best, Steve.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple.

“What time does the game start?”

“It’s this evening. I thought we could go for a walk, grab some food before the game?”

“And when during that schedule do I get to thank you for such a great gift?” Steve raised his eyebrow seductively.

He traced the outline of your lips, grazing the grooves first with his forefinger, but as you closed your eyes to enjoy the sweet sensation, the texture of his contact changed.

Tantalizingly, his lips danced the tango with yours. Tilting your head back and lifting your jaw, you reached forward longingly, craving the taste of his tongue. Except that his mouth was just out of reach, guarded by this handsome and slightly pointed nose. Every step you took to claim his lips was countered gracefully with the nuzzle of his nose against yours.

Unable to satisfy your craving, you opened your eyes to glare into those cerulean orbs, which you knew would stoke the fire that was already raging inside of you. His eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, waiting to meet your gaze, filled with mirth and lust.

“You know it drives me nuts when you tease me like this.”

His lips turned upwards into a smirk at your words. "I can do this all day."

His thumb stroked the notch of your clavicle tenderly, his fingers working their way across your shoulder, slipping off the thin strap of your tank top. For every motion his fingers made, his eyes never left yours, his attention never waning, even when they brushed your nipple, making you gasp and lean into his chest. His hand lingered on your bosom, as the other explored the remainder of your body, roaming over your arm, across your stomach, stroking your thighs. Up and down, his hand glided over your frame, every caress did nothing but ignite an insatiable yearning, a longing to be filled.

Each seductive slide, the occasional tantalizing twirl, he edged closer to satisfying your ever increasing desire but never quite giving you the relief you craved. Releasing you from his embrace, Steve lowered you down onto the pillows behind you, stopping for a moment, only to gently brush the stray strand of hair from your face and give you an adoring smile before returning to his administrations. His mouth left a blazing trail of kisses from your jaw, down your chest and belly, stopping short of giving you any real pleasure, only adding fuel to the tempestuous flame that raged at your core.

The base of his palm nestled itself on your pubic symphysis as comfortably as though it was made to be there. The pressure applied by his digits made you whimper longingly, each push at the fabric of your underwear made you buck your hips wantonly with the smallest of hopes that he would give you the release you desired.

Keeping his hand hovering over the wetness permeating your panties, he placed a hand between your thighs, pulling them apart, splaying your legs, making a great show of his microscopic examination of your personal anatomy.

Finally you could no longer take the agonizing wait for your own gratification, the words burst from your mouth without thought or control, “Steve please, could you just fuck me already?”

“Gladly,” he growled, although you could barely hear him over the blood coursing through your vessels.

Pushing aside the small strip of material covering your soaked slit, he slid his fingers between your folds, sending a burst of ecstacy spiraling through to your fingertips. Ever so slowly he parted your lips, lowering himself between them.

You held your breath in anticipation of what you knew was coming, his eyes told you exactly what he intended. Despite the promise of pleasure, you weren’t prepared for the electrifying sensation that burst through you as Steve’s tongue touched your clit. This was only the first of a series of impulses, delightful, delicious, delectable, dazzling, delirious! They fired through your nervous system, sending waves of euphoria to every fiber of your being. Twirling, flicking, sucking, he devoured you with fervor.

Within minutes you felt dangerously close to coming undone, your body undulated with the rhythm of his tongue. It was a struggle to keep your eyes on him, your hands clutched at the sheets; he was certainly enjoying watching you unravel at the seams.

Just as you thought you couldn’t stand it anymore, Steve made you cry out as he slipped two fingers inside you, flexing them slightly into the shape of a hook as he dragged them in and out of your leaking center. The thrusts weren’t hard, neither were they fast, just paced, the same as the stroke of his tongue.

"Steve…" You gasped his name between pants, close to coming undone. "I want you, please."

You whined as he removed the pressure of his rough skinned digits.

“Come on, Ace. Don’t be like that. I need a minute.”

You sighed dramatically, but propped yourself up on your elbows so you could enjoy the show.

“Take off your sweats, Cap.” You smirked cheekily.

“What happened to your patience, Doctor?”

“I lost it when you stopped touching me.”

Steve gave you a pitying look before standing up and dropped his boxers and sweatpants with one quick movement.

“Come sit here with me,” you patted the space between your legs. “Let me help you.”

Lowering your head, you took him into your mouth, warm and soft, you took a moment to savor his taste. You hummed with appreciation. Your tongue flickered and danced around the tip and instantly you felt him swelling and growing hard for you, his cock filling your mouth with every lick. It wasn’t an easy feat, your jaw was stretched to the max to accommodate his girth. 

You pulled back slightly as the head of his cock started to push against the back of your throat. He groaned. The sound excited you, his body was coming alive for your mouth.

“Mmmm Ace, this is supposed to be about you.” He moaned as you worked your tongue over his frenulum.

You removed your mouth briefly to mumble at him. “This is very much for me.”  You savored the taste of pre-cum seeped into your mouth. Steve arched his back, eyes rolling backwards with pleasure.

Your free hand curled around his now rock hard member, with a loose grip, you gently moved your hand up and down encouraging the flow of more pre-cum from his tip to lubricate your actions and elicit the most ungodly sounds from your boyfriend.

Hearing Steve groaning so obscenely sent a tingle through your clit. After a pause, you tilted your head to take him further into your mouth, bobbing up and down with ease. His fingers mingled with your luscious locks as he guided your head gently as he tried not to trust too deeply into your throat. Steve knew you couldn’t take him in completely and that he had to take care to not get too carried away in his bliss. 

It was only when he started whimpering that you came completely undone. You removed your mouth from his cock, “Steve, I can’t wait any longer… I want you.”

Steve didn’t move, his were eyes closed and he was breathing hard

“Steve-” you whined. “Please, I need you. Touch me.”

He opened his eyes, pupils dark and blown. “Turn around,” he growled carnally.

The sound alone might have made you come right there, but Steve wasn’t done with you. He guided you onto your knees and your hands gripped the bed frame for support. You complied but his erection pressed against you was more than you could bear. His cock rested comfortably between your thighs, eagerly twitching, ready for action. Your dripping wet pussy literally begged for it.

Steve tugged your panties aside, the only thing keeping him from entering you. “Is this ok?”

“Oh God, yes,” you exclaimed. At any other time, you may have been ashamed of your wanton cries, but right now you couldn’t care less. All you wanted was to feel Steve pushing into you, filling you up, making you pulse with pleasure around him in that way that no one else could compare.

At what felt like an excruciating slow pace, Steve stroked your slit with his tip, collecting the succulent elixir that you had made, just for him. As he touched your clit, you shuddered deeply and gasped. You closed your eyes and focused on the ecstatic sensations that shot through your body as your opening stretched in receipt of his cock.

It was a good thing you were holding on to the sturdy frame because your legs felt like jelly and would give way at any moment. As if Steve could hear your thoughts, he curled his fingers around your hips, the tips pressed into your flesh salaciously.

“Steve! I want you inside me, give me all of you.”

“I hope you’re ready for this, because I know I am,” Steve purred.

He certainly was. He didn’t hesitate in plunging himself further into you like sheathing a sword to its hilt. The force made you gasp with pain and surprise and the grimace on your face didn’t go unnoticed. Steve bent forwards, his abdomen pressed against your back and asked, “too much?”

“Little too fast,” you answered. “I may have been a little too hasty about what I asked for.”

His new position had relieved some of the pressure and you felt a lot more comfortable and ready for him to try again. Steve’s breath was hot on your back and the wave of pain was now ebbing away, replaced by your impatient longing.

“Let’s try something different, shall we?”

His fingers crept around you until he found your clit. He encouraged you to spread your legs by nudging your knees apart. Slowly, his digits strike up a steady pace rhythm of slow movements, starting below and dragging up again and again, until your tiny nub was flushed and firm under his finger and your juices started leaking out around him.

Not until your hips start undulating did Steve try pushing back inside you. You had to admire his self control as he made you unravel with the smallest flick of his finger.

“If you keep fingering me like that, this is going to be over before you get the chance to have any fun.”

“Watching you cum is extremely fun for me.”

“You feel so delicious inside me, I want you to fuck me with your cock.”

Steve was only too happy to oblige. Proceeding with caution, he pushed slowly until he was fully inside you. A burning sensation radiated through you as you stretched to let him in.

“How does that feel?” he asked slightly apprehensively.

“Exquisite!” you sighed. 

You shifted to make yourself comfortable before Steve pulled out slowly, leaving you feeling empty inside. But you didn’t have to wait long before he was thrusting back half inside you, making you gasp and moan. It was almost too much for Steve, he was already struggling to control himself but he held back, wanting to give you as much pleasure as possible for as long as possible. In and out, he moved further with each thrust until he was sliding all the way into you, hands roaming over your exposed back.

“Steve. Steve…” you murmured.

“Ace, a little louder for those of us in the back?”

“Does it turn you on?” you smiled.

“You’ll be screaming my name soon enough,” he growled, one of those rare times where he gave in to his primal urges. He rutted against you sharply in an unexpected rhythm. 

You laughed, “you’re going to have to do better than tha-ahh,” you struggled to complete your answer as he slipped one hand between your thighs.

“Come on,” he coaxed you by edging his fingers up your leg.

“Make me cum Captain.”

“On one condition.”

“Name. It.”

“You know what I want, Ace? Let me give you a taste of what you want.” Devilishly, your boyfriend slipped his hand between your folds and gave your throbbing clit a few small flicks.

“Ste-ahhhh.”

“That’s right Ace, just a little more,” he grunted, starting to come undone himself. “Just. A. Little. More.”

“Just a little more, Steve!”

You pushed down against the hand he had clamped over your clit as he pounded against you mercilessly, all speech forgotten. Both of you panted and pumped away each chasing your release. 

There it was, that all too familiar knot at the bottom of your stomach. It spread through you like lightning, permeating every fiber of your being. “Steve, oh Steve, I’m-” you cried out. 

Your walls fluttered around him pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. His thrusts became more and more erratic as you tightened around him. The waves of pleasure had your arms tense, pushing back against him, your whole body shaking. “Steve!”

The sound of you screaming his name in euphoria was what made him pulse inside you. Arching his back, Steve spilled his hot milky load into you. He massaged the small bundle of nerves to reach your zenith, making you convulse in bliss as your orgasm finally hit, like a tidal wave, strong with its first impact but spreading far and wide, filling every nook and every cranny in its fluidity.  He continued to milk you through your climax, until the tide ebbed away, leaving you lying on the beach of paradise.

Needless to say, he looked rather proud of himself, as he flopped down on the bed. You collapsed beside him, reeling from the intense waves of pleasure you’d just experienced.

“Hey, Ace?” Steve whispered.

“Yeah?”

He nuzzled your ear gently. “I know I don't say this enough. I love you. You know that, right?”

You smiled, wrapped in the warmth of his strong arms. “Yeah.”

[valeriianz]

concert ask game!! 12, 13, 20, 21 !! :D

woo!

12: Song that’s better live

i can not pick just one song lmao. you'd havta narrow it down by band/artist... most music is better live <3

but since they're the last band i saw, X Ambassadors does a wicked live show. Sam, the lead vocalist, is so full of energy and is so goofy. he likes to dance on stage and can really shred on the guitar (who knew!). and being able to actually see his blind brother, the keyboardist, play a set, is so cool. he kills it every time.

a couple random examples:

Renegades is amazing live. Sam will whip out an acoustic guitar and get the crowd to sing along acapella.

during a show in 2021, they performed one of their oldest songs, Litost(one of my personal favs from them) and totally remixed it, to the point where i didnt even recognize it until Sam started singing. it was sooo gorgeous and a fabulous reworking. i wish i had recorded it to show you haha.

13: Song you want to see most live

LIAR or NO SCARED by One OK Rock. I've seen them 3 times and they just. don't play their old/Japanese stuff in American tours. which i get? but i'm definitely not alone in wanting to hear their older/native language songs. and their older stuff just goes so much harder, i wanna hear it!

anything by Maneskin, omg. as soon as they're touring again i'm getting tickets (and dragging @delta-pavonis with me lmao). can't wait to rock out to HONEY, (ARE YOU COMING?)

Woman by Kesha

Jesus He Knows Me by Ghost (seriously i just wanna see them live some day lol)

and just as a quick blanket: literally anything circa the 80s by The Cure, Depeche Mode, R.E.M., Madonna, or Joan Jett

20: Best venue (also asked by @seiya-starsniper!)

i remember loving Theatre of the Living Arts in Philly. the venue itself is nothing spectacular, the acoustics are fine. but it's the location that gives it a special place in my heart. i have many fond memories of going to shows there and meeting up with random fans who also saw the show at one of my favorite bars just a couple blocks away and having post-show drinks together. and if you know Philly, you know south st is the place to be on a Friday night. it's just good times.

21: First concert

Panic! at the Disco, Vices and Virtues tour in 2011 haha. Patrick Stump opened for them while he was trying to go solo.

concert asks

[mikka-minns]

Opinions on characters: Kiryuu Nanami, Saionji Kyouichi, Tatsuki Shiori

Thank you for the ask! Im guessing its for the ask game(the general opinion is included so yeah) Sorry i didnt answer until now😅

Kiryuu Nanami

General opinion: She is everything to me. Her mere existance confirme half of my theories about Anthy and Akio.

She is a queen. She didnt deserve this.

The reason she isnt in the movie is because she realised the truth about Ohtori in time and when things started to go back to their bad nature she was able to leave.

She is the perfect first character to find out about Akio's abuse because she lived with one of his victims, he ruined her life in-directly and was about to make her another one of his victims. Her character and story are perfect, i would change nothing about her.

(i have a big post about her, Anthy and Shadow Girls to write so stay tuned for that)

A ship i love: i cant decide if i like the idea that Nanami is aromantic or a lesbian(so probably both) and i dont have a ship with her i realy love. I like Nanami x Kozue a bit, mostly for the parrallels, but i have my own problems with Kozue(which is its own topic), so im not sure how much i actualy ship it. But then again, most of my Rgu Ships go under "after 15 years of therapy they can actualy date", so... Who know.

A non-romantic relationship i love: her friendship with Utena and Anthy and her friendship with Saionji. I wish she got a chance to apologize to Anthy once they were both in a good place and far away from their brothers. For Saionji, i hope they got to meet after he left Ohtori with Juri and Miki. If he grew as a person(which is necessery for escapong Ohtori) he would be a great big brother. Also, the egg episode realy sells me the idea he is her brother figure. "No appreciation for brotherly advice".

A NOTP: Nanami x Touga and Nanami x Akio(OBVIOUSLY). I havent seen anyone ship it and GOOD. That is a one way ticket to hell. I Also dont like Nanami x Saionji, but thats mostly personal opinion cuz i see them as siblings. Might Also be the age gap but idk.

My biggest headcanon about them: as i said, SHE LEFT THE OHTORI NOT LONG AFTER THE SERIES FINALE! She is also an animal person but is not used to them because of her family(cats trigger he trauma too). Once she and Anthy make up, BECAUSE THEY WILL, Anthy  lets her spend time with her animal friends, maybe even helps her adopt an animal of her own.

An idea for fanfiction: Nanami meeting with everyone from Ohtori after they escape, exploring their relationships once they arent under control of their abusers.

(this one is in my WIPs, i Just have to finish it) Weed bride. Anthy and Nanami smoke blunts together along with everyone else. They Also take over Ohtori. I dont wanna spoil anything.

Something that makes me think of them:

Songs "Oh no!" and "Family jewels" by Marina and the diamonds, "allies or Enemies"(about her and Touga) and "Take me to War" by crane wives. And a few more but this is on the top of my mind.

Kyouichi Saionji

General opinion: He was the perfect first antagonists for the series. He is so pathetic, no one takes him seriusly, which is a perfect foil to Akio being adored and trusted by many characters.

He most likely isn pure evil as he is still a child, but he should defenetly be taken responsible for his actions(abuse of Anthy).

A ship i love: touga x Saionji but ONLY AFTER 20, NO, 40 YEARS OF THERAPY! They both hurt each other, they should solve their problems. I wish we saw Saionji's Thoughts about Touga in the movie, but hey, we cant have everything.

A non-romantic relationship that i love: as i said, he would make a great brother to Nanami. As i doubt either of them will ever see Touga again, they could help each other with the trauma. Saionji defenetly has family problems, everyone does in Ohtori.

I also like his friendship with Wakaba, i dont ship them tbh. I feel like she can put him in his place with ease(she beat Utena up as a petty joke).

Not realy a positive relationship, but his rivalry with Utena is very intresting. He is like a trashy version of her. Their straight love intrests are each other's real crushes, but they project. This would all be solved if the world wasnt homophobic. I want them to fight, middle-school-girl style cuz Saionji would get his ass handed to him.

A NOTP: saionji x Akio (OBVIOUSLY) and Saionji x Nanami (again, its just my personal preference)

My biggest headcanon about them: he projected Touga onto Anthy. Thats what kinda stings about how he treated her. Its obvious that relationship was going nowhere, but he never even liked her for her and so it was Just cruel.

He feels as if he isnt good enough for people around him and was at some point jealous about Touga's relationship with Akio cuz it seemed like Touga was so much more mature that he was getting attention of another adult.(angsty i know, but its based on reality)

A fanfic idea: him and Nanami meeting again(as you can see, im very normal a out them)

Maybe an AU where he and Touga dont go so off the edge ti become the pricks they are in the canon and instead Run away with Nanami and live as a little family(THIS SHOW HURT ME, OKAY)

In weed bride, Anthy wrecks his shit cuz he was with Touga and she was about to end Touga so obviously he will get some too. (that fic is Just pure crack)

Tatsuki Shiori

Something that Reminds me of them: tbh i cant think of anything right now.

General opinion: gurlfailiure. I love her. Just another child in a cruel world. She only had the worst adults to look up to and so she hurt the Ones she loved the most. She has room to grow and redeemed herself, she is only a child after all.

I think her place in the movie was great because of that. (i think her role was methaphore for what happend after the series finale, Just like with everyone else)

A ship that i love: i like Juri x Shiori and kinda Shiori x Kozue(both girls are disasters) but i wouldnt say i love either of those. Again, years of therapy, then they can get bitches.

A non-romantic relationship i love: not sure

Maybe her relationship with Touga cuz i dont see it as a real romance. I like it for the narrative(its not realy healthy) and how we found out a lot about Touga trough it.

I think her relationship with Ruka was a perfect example of an older guy messing with a younger girl. Toxic and cruel.

A NOTP: Shiori x Akio (look i have to make sure its known i do not unde any circumstances support these Ships) and Shiori x Ruka(he is an abusive asshole. A mini Akio, if you will)

My biggest headcanon about them: she is queer and full of internalised homophobia. She loved Juri but she is Just another pawn in Akio's game and so she could do nothing but hurt her. I dont think they made up after the end of the movie, im not even sure Shiori escaped, so idk if they even met after.

She liked Touga less because he is a prince and more because he is like a rose bride(like her, in a way) but is not a girl so its fiiine(side eye).

A fanfic idea: i dont have any right now

Maybe exploring her movie role and/or her mindset trough a fanfic?

Something that Reminds me of them: again, not sure.

[schimmelspore]

Alright, storytime.

Im telling yall rn that there will be typos, i just dont care rn

I already had a rather full day when it comes to talking to people and doing things, so all i wanted was a nice quiet evening to rp with a friend and Chat with my Partner.

Thats not what i got.

The doorbell rung and when i opened, the young mother (shes 17) that lives up on the highest floor asked me to let her and her 3 day old baby in. I did, obviously.

Turns out that her boyfriend and babydaddy (18) is incredibly aggressive and manipulative.

I knew him, i barely knew her. He was okay when they moved in a few months ago, but he was talking a big game with nothing to show. Back then i just rolled my eyes. Another neighbor from the next house did the same.

He rung up a storm at my door, so i closed my living room door to get the mother safe and answered the door. He was incredibly agitated, but lucky for me he seems to think i would break his jaw if he overstepped with me. I wouldnt lol but i like that he seems to fear me enough to behave.

I told him that with this kind of Agitation i dont care for the reason, im not letting him close to a new born.

He blamed her for how upset he was, said she will steal his child (he wanted to change the babies last Name to his own and the mother said that thats not happening and she wouldnt sign the paper like that)(the New borns grandmother has custody of the kid anyway)

He also threatened the mother with his own suicide, holding a huge fucking knife to his neck. I asked him about that and he said that he did it because his life is shit, he doesnt want it anymore and that his (ex-)gf brought him to that edge.

Now looking at both of their demeanors.... nah, she didnt. And i already knew he talks a lot of bullshit.

I managed to get him to calm down, because he didnt find a point to hit with his Aggression with me. I talked him into giving me the key for their apartment (there exists only one) and got him to go to work. He works nights.

With that he was out of the picture for a few hours.

When i came back inside, the young mom was talk with the grandmother on the phone. Granny lives halfway through the country. They were saying they had to wait until friday to get her away from here, so i asked why. No money. And i was like alright, im gonna buy you a train Ticket, give me the money back when you got it, its fine.

Then my neighbor from the next house messaged me with something unrelated and i was like "yo. Are you home?" She wasnt, but i gave her a quick rundown of what was going on and she was here 20 minutes later to help.

We went up to the apartment to get the mothers and the babies stuff and to see what to do about the dog (huge german sheppert/malinois Mix, former security dog, the goodest of boys) that used to belong to the grandmother. We decided that he needs some walkies and we would see how to get him in the morning, baby comes first. Ill tell the dog Story later.

She packed hers and the babies stuff (hers fit into half a grocery bag) and brought it down into my apartment. During this i found out that he manahed to discourage her to seek my help (i had offered her help a few times), that he had Power over all the money, always took the one key when he went out so she couldnt do anything, told her to not wear bright colors or make up, and let out his Aggression on the doors, walls and things.

Yes, he punched a hole THROUGH THE WALL.

Towards me he had said earlier "yes im often aggressive, but i dont let it out on her or the kid."

The attentive Reader might now raise their brows. "Im often aggressive, BUT-" is always followed by excuses or lies. He lets it out on things and uses that to say that he doesnt harm anyone and such. Which is bullshit. Thats no Environment for a young mother, her new born, and an old dog.

Anyway, the mom slept in my apartment and i did the best to accomodate both of them. We got 2h of sleep maximum.

In the morning, we took her to the train, rushing to the car as quickly as we could, because homeboy had spammed her woth messages and by the end he was like "i just lost my job because of you" so aside from it being the end of his shift, he could have been on his way earlier. But luckily we got her to the car without issue and he didnt Show up at the train Station either.

(Fyi no employer in germany would fire you for dealing with the birth of a child. Thats just not a thing. at least not in my experience. If he got fired it was because he didnt talk to them about it or because he was an asshole and bad at his job. Or didnt show up. But who knows if that even happened or if he tried to guilt trip her)

We rushed to the Plattform.... and the train was cancelled. Shit. Okay. She was able to take the next one an hour later and was then soon safely on her no stop 3h train ride to where the grandmother would pick them up to care for them.

Mom and baby are safe and by now hopefully settle for an actual nap.

After that me and my neighbor drove back home, to a pissed off 18yo asshole standing in front of the house in the rain because i had his Keys.

Im genuinely glad that he is too scared of us to try shit. My neighbor is a tiny petite Lady of 38 years, who used to do kickboxing and handles 60kg dogs with ease. I am a kinda broad if short 30yo trans man who looks intimidating thanks to my piercings and attitude. He went off muttering insults and we only gave him the key if he gave us the dog.

We were this insistant because he didnt take care of it. There was no dog food in the house (he didnt buy much for his now ex and the dog to eat, hes very self oriented) and he only went out with the poor doggy during the night for like 15 minutes. For a german sheppert/malinois Mix. Yes you heard right.

Its not like the young mother could have done it during her pregnancy, that dog needs someone with enough strength and calm authority. She hated it but couldnt do much about it.

And fyi, i had offered them to walk the dog sometimes. They never took me up on the offer and i think it was because homeboy was scared i would see that things were wrong.

Anyway, with that we had the dog, walked him, fed him, let him rest.

And for the first time since i met this dog, he was not whining after about 20 minutes of being in my flat, with a blanket and a bit of sausage in his belly (my neighbor later went to bring him some actual dog food.)

So now the mom and the baby are safe, the dog is with my neighbor who will either train him to be able to keep him or find him a new and better home. She is very passionate about that.

Meanwhile i am decompressing. Once everyone and dog was out of my apartment and the doors closed, i immediately teared up. Gotta love the neurodivergent overload reaction. I cried for a bit and will curl up for a little while on my couch... though i have to leave in an hour for my job Interview.

Im just happy all went kind of well.

And homeboy is going to get in trouble woth the janitor and Administrator of this house. They cone over today to check on the flat, ecause i mentioned to them (before any of the above happened) that i heard the doors are all broken and they probably need help.

Might Update once i get the tea on that.

Might have to give a full storytime on what the fuck went down that i have a mother and her 3 days old kid sleeping in my living room after i bought her a train Ticket to berlin

[somebitchobsessedwiththerat]

bella

an: i got super bored and decided to write this garbage. enjoy it i guess!

warnings: just some swearing guess

this is not edited and lowercase intended.

(i didnt make this gif. please lmk who did so i can credit them!)

you watched over the shutout goal for the millionth time. every time the goal got more impressive than the last. every time you noticed something new. you found yourself pressing replay over and over again.

the goal was beautiful. you knew that matty would be humble about it and pretend to forget about it, but deep down he was going nuts about it. thats how he was.

you and matty broke up after an almost five year relationship. long distance never really disturbed your relationship. road games were of course hard, being away from each other and all, but it never effected anything.

you had a shared apartment in calgary, when matty would go home during the off season to St. Louis, you would go along with matty and stay with him and his family. sometimes matty would surprise you with tickets to road games and you would fly out with him.

however, one road trip was different. there was no communication for the whole two weeks the team was on the road. no calls, texts, nothing. when matty got home after that trip. you two got into a big fight... after that, you havent had any communication.

you and matthew had loved each other so much, fuck, you still love him, for some reason. the breakup was very difficult for you. you had been convinced that he was the one.

you don't understand why you still care so much, you've been apart for almost five months. you still watch all his games, get all excited when he scores, and wear his jersey. why? you dont even know. maybe you missed him so much that when the game was on, you could pretend he was yours.

you missed everything about him. you missed how after a roadie, when he got home he would hug you for the longest time without speaking, kissing your head every now and again. you missed how whenever you would fall asleep on the couch, he would cover you with a blanket and cuddle with you. even if he had the worst neck cramp in the morning. he hated to wake you up.

you missed how he knew exactly how you were feeling even without telling him. you missed how he would always, always, hype you up... even if you looked like shit. you were always beautiful in matthew's eyes. you missed how your hands would interlock so naturally, the way whenever you were out in public he would always somehow be touching you. whether that would be with a hand on your back, or an arm around your shoulder.

the big smile on his face when you would wear his jersey and show up to games. that smile, you will always miss that damn smile the most.

you and matthew brought out sides in each other that nobody else saw, not even your families. everyone knows matty as being an asshole, cold, hard, dirty hockey player. but you saw something else. you saw the considerate, loving and soft side of matthew. the side that you brought out of him.

after about fifty replays, you finally stopped watching the goal. you pulled off your jersey and sat there in your empty apartment. matty had moved out and found a place of his own after staying with johnny and his wife.

it was weird being in a quiet apartment, it was empty with all of matthews stuff being gone. he had taken everything of his. the only thing left was his jersey. he didnt take it.

before every game, you find yourself on matthews contact hovering over the send button with the same message every time that read, 'good luck matty. you're going to do amazing.' something you would always send him before the games.

you don't understand why you still want to do that, its not like he cares. he is probably with someone else for all you know. sean knows nothing. you are still very close friends with sean, despite not being with matty anymore. yeah you and sean had been friends since you guys were 13 but you thought the tension would ruin things.

sean was the only guy there for you after the breakup. nobody was in the wrong, (well, you dont want to admit that matty was wrong), besides the fact that the fight was horrible. sean didn't understand why matt had stopped talking to you either, he even said that matty was off that entire trip, but wouldnt talk to anyone about it.

matty's game was off for a month after that. he hadn't gotten a point for 15 games straight, he didnt even throw any hits that his usual self would pull. the media went absolutely crazy over this. they wanted their "chucky" back. well, so did you.

sean comes by every now and again with his fiancé, brittney. you loved her, she was the sweetest girl.

***

"y/n, come to the game tonight. its the home opener!" britt suggested to you. you didn't really want to go to their home opening game. those used to be your favourite. you loved seeing matty mess around with the kids for the first time in months during warm up. seeing all the kids excited to watch their favourite player, matthew tkachuk, play back in the saddledome.

"i dont know. i dont even have a jersey to wear." you lied. you had matty's jersey, but you knew that wasnt the smartest move. considering you were going to be with all the significant others and children of the team, you figured you were going to have to see matty.

the last time you saw him in person was when he came by a few weeks after the breakup to grab his stuff.

"wear matt's, nobody will care." sean shrugged grabbing the chips from under the counter.

"im not wearing matty's jersey, sean." you stated wiping down your kitchen counter, cleaning the crumbs from the chips sean had been eating.

"why not? you'll blend in!" sean smirked popping a chip into his mouth.

"because... i'm not just a matthew tkachuk fan." you laughed to yourself. "it's different when i wear his jersey. i'm not just some girl who is obsessed with him."

sean had nothing to defend his point with. he knew matthew wanted you at game, he always did. matty always had a hope that you would show up wearing the number 19. his number 19.

you thought for a second after seeing the look of hope britt was giving you. "fine. ill go." you finally said, earning big smiles from the two. "i dont know why i'm doing this." you muttered under your breath.

***

you pulled up to the saddledome in your matty jersey. you sat in your matte black dodge challenger, debating if you should suck it up and walk into that building with your jersey, or take off the jersey and turn around.

a knocking on the window sent you out of your trance and scared the shit out of you. it was only britt with a huge smile. "God, britt! you scared me!" you exclaimed rolling your window down with a hand over your chest.

"no need to bring God into this." she frowned getting into your car. "whats wrong, talk to me. you've been in your car for like ten minutes." she then said turning the car light on. you leaned your head back against the seat and blew out.

"do you have an extra mony jersey?" you asked her, looking straight ahead of you. she gave you a puzzled look. "i dont want to wear matt's." you then whispered playing with the sleeves of the bright red jersey.

britt gave you a look of sympathy. "just wear it, it'll be okay." she smiled, "plus, 19 suits you." she playfully winked, hopping out of your car. you followed behind her and fixed your jersey. it was a little big since it had belonged to matty.

you and britt sat in the friends and family box, you stood there awkwardly as all the girlfriends and wives were reuniting. you hadn't seen most of them in a long time, and some of them were new girls you have never seen before.

"y/n, how are you!" annica, elias's girlfriend, sat next to you and britt.

"ive been okay." you smiled, you and annica would usually hang out during the games.

"i havent seen you in awhile at the games! does this mean you and matthew are back?" she asked with a hopeful grin. your smile instantly fell, you had a feeling wearing matthew's jersey would cause something like this.

annica shortly realized after and apologized. you fell into another gaze, being cut off by the team skating onto the ice for warm up. you felt your nerves rise as your leg began to bounce. britt mouthed an 'its okay' when she noticed your nerves.

then you saw him.

you saw him skate over to the kids across the ice, he banged on the glass, he quickly skated over to the bag of pucks. you watched him as he skated over to the same little boy, juggling the puck on his stick, tossing it above the glass. the little boy in his #19 jersey that was way too big for him had the biggest smile on his face.

you had caught yourself smiling at his interactions with the kids. matty loved the kids and the kids loved him. he was so good with them.

on his way back to actually warm up, you two had made eye contact. his mouth guard that had been chomping on fell out of his mouth when he saw you. his face went soft, seeing you in his jersey made the butterflies in his stomach erupt. sean had told him you were coming but he didnt believe him, so actually seeing you there was a surprise.

he smiled at you causing you to look away instantly.

***

the flames had won their first game back at home 4-0, marky's first shutout of the season. matty had scored the first and last goal. both goals made the saddledome go crazy. you hadn't seen him so happy while playing in such a long time.

you followed britt to wait outside the locker room, sean came out and gave her the biggest hug. you loved to see your best friends so happy. you felt yourself grow sad while you watched the team give their girlfriends and wives hugs and kisses.

matty came around the corner, almost running into you, "shit, oh uh, hi." he quickly said, seeming extremely flustered.

"hi matthew," you quietly said, he looked you up and down, looking at you in his jersey.

"youre uh, wearing my jersey." he stuttered pointing at the #19 on your jersey. you nodded and awkwardly smiled.

"cool goals, matthew." you said to clear the awkward silence. "thanks, they were just regular goals." he bounced on his heels.

"between the legs is not just a regular goal matty." you said, accidentally letting the nickname slip. he cracked a small smile when you said 'matty.'

"matty?" he smirked, "sorry it slipped." you said walking off wanting to dig yourself into a hole.

"come on y/n, i was just teasing you, bella." bella. The name he had called you once he figured out that 'bella' meant beautiful in Italian. you stopped and turned around to face his tall figure.

"come on. dont go." he said in a low voice, brushing his long red curls out of his face. "why dont you come to johnny's place. some guys are going."

you looked up and your eyes meet his light blue ones, "matthew... i cant." you quietly spoke

trying to maintain eye contact, his sad eyes left yours as he glanced back at the rest of the team

for a quick second.

"why not?" he asked backing up a bit, "because, we arent together anymore, matthew. i cant

just tag along with you after almost six months with no communication," you told him slightly

louder than his tone.

"trust me I know that! i know we aren't together anymore. I just thought that maybe, you would want to come, you know? celebrate the win with the team, marky's first shutout of the season, keep britt and annica some company." he tried to convince you,

"Im sorry, I gotta go." you said and walked off. matty started to follow behind you but stopped himself. he knew he fucked up the day he ended it.

***

"hey." matty coldly said as he walked through the door to your apartment. he walked over to the fridge and took out the milk pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

"uh hi." you smiled, more confused than happy. you hadn't seen your boyfriend in over two weeks due to the long roadie, but you also hadnt talked to him the entire road trip.

"what?" he rudely asked dropping his spoon when he saw how you were just watching him with sad eyes.

"i missed you." you slowly said approaching him.

"yeah me too." he responded getting up.

you thought you were going to get your post-roadie hug that you always got. nope. nothing. no hug, no kiss, no contact at all. just a cold 'hey.'

"is there something wrong?" you slightly raised your voice, earning a cold look from matthew.

"what are you talking about?"

"i dont know it feels like youre pissed off at me or something. you didnt talk to me the entire road trip and now youre like... ignoring me or some shit." you quickly spoke, swallowing the big thump in your throat, holding back tears.

"what the fuck?" was all he said. "im not fucking mad. what are you talking about?" he started to slightly yell.

"well, you haven't even came close to me since you stepped through that door! i haven't even gotten an 'i love you' in over two weeks, matthew. two weeks!"

he stood there staring at you like a deer in headlights. he knew he was in the wrong but he kept pushing.

"my life doesnt revolve around you, y/n. it was an important road trip." his words sent a dagger through your heart. you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

"i get that the trip was important. but you didnt even take two seconds out of your day to just call me to see if i was fucking okay!" you shouted. you were so done.

"i was busy!" he defended. he knew he had plenty of time to call you. he didnt call you though.

"bullshit, matthew." you said in a dead tone. you hated fighting. especially fighting with matthew. “you couldn’t even just text me?”

"y/n... this isnt working out." he whispered. you felt your heart stop.

"what?" your voice cracked.

"we arent the same anymore. i think we should, uh, i think we should just end it." he quietly said. you didnt know what to say. matthew tkachuk was dumping you after almost five years.

"ill stay with johnny or something." he added when he noticed your numb expression and your loss of words.

"go away. please." you croaked, holding yourself back from sobbing and breaking down right in front of your now ex boyfriend.

5 years down the fucking drain. you loved matthew so much. you loved him so much to the point where you would take him back right on the spot, even after what just happened.

***

'my life doesn't revolve around you, y/n.' the words from that night ran through your head as you drove home.

matty on the other hand, he was sitting on johnnys couch, staring off into nothing. thinking of what he did and said that night. he knew what he did was so fucked up, he didnt know why he did it, why he said what he said. the thing that made no sense to him was that, his life did revolve around you. so why did he say it?

as half of the team were celebrating the win in johnnys kitchen, matthew sat on the couch. alone.

“come on matty, get up. whats your deal?” johnny came over to him slapping the back of his head.

“i’m just not feeling it, johnnycake.” matty said looking up at johnny. johnny hates that nickname.

“dude you’ve been off all night.” elias then came around. “dont tell me this is about y/n… again.” he added, this wasn’t the first time matthew was upset over his own dick move.

“you didnt really expect her to just come along with you after what you said, did you?” johnny asked with an airy laugh.

matthew gave no response to the two. matthew tries to show no emotion, probably something he puts up to portray that ‘asshole’ reputation he has.

everyone could see right through it though, especially his teammates. he wasn’t himself, he seemed okay, but everyone knew he wasn’t. his post game interviews were so dead.

eventually he brought himself to respond, “im such an idiot. the best thing in my life, i let go.” he shook his head.

“matty we could tell how much you loved her.” jacob joined in patting johnny’s shoulder.

“loved is probably an understatement.” he whispered. “i said my world didnt revolve around her. what the fuck was that?” he continued to beat himself up.

the three guys sat there, just there to listen. they didnt have advice for matthew like the girls did.

eventually, everyone had left johnnys place except for matthew. he wanted to stay the night but he knew he couldnt.

“matthew?” johnny called out confused when he walked into the living room to see matty still on that couch.

“chuckers.” he sighed joining him on the couch. “talk to her.” he nodded.

“i cant johnnycake.” he said with a sad expression.

“i’m sick of seeing you like this matty, youre not the same without her. you didnt leave this couch all night after seeing y/n. you started this mess, you got to finish it. some way or another.” and with that, johnny left the room.

***

there was a sudden knock at your door, which caused you to jump in fear considering it was eight in the morning.

“who the hell?” the lazily muttered going to answer the door. standing at the door was him. matthew tkachuk.

he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. dark circles under his tired blue eyes. “matthew? what are you doing here at eight in the morning.” you whined letting him inside.

he didnr say anything, he just looked at you. you were very close at the moment, a little closer than you had been the night before at the saddledome. his eyes quickly flickered from your eyes to your lips.

“matty.” you whispered, you could feel his breath fanning over your lips. your lips attached, it felt right. you missed how the kisses you shared with each other felt so natural.

you were the one to pull away. “matty, we cant.” you breathed out.

“why not, bella? tell me.” he asked not once breaking eye contact with you.

“you dumped me. i don’t understand why you are all of a sudden acting like this.” you shook your head in confusion.

“because i was a fucking idiot that night! i dont know what i was thinking! letting you go was the dumbest mistake. i didnt even mean what i said, baby. you mean everything to me. i love you.” he shouted with slight hurt and regret in his tone.

you felt your cheeks go hot and turn red as he said the last three words. it was definitely unexpected but the words fell out of your mouth so effortlessly, “i love you matty.”

“im so sorry, bella.” he whispered pulling you in for another kiss. this time more passionate.

***

there you were, a year later, in front of the giant christmas tree in new york. snow falling down, landing into matthews perfect curls. matty down on one knee, trying to hold back from tears, with a beautiful diamond ring in his hand, asking you to marry him.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Benny Rodriguez

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Benny met when you were younger. You’d lived in the neighborhood your entire life and with Benny and the boys being the only kids around your house; and the fact that you were a bit of a tomboy in general, they were who you made friends with.

- Like most young boys, they weren’t too keen on some little girl butting into their games, but you were persistent! It took you a couple weeks and a whole lot of effort but soon enough they let you stay and play without any complaints. After that, the rest was history.

- You’d sort of always just been one of the guys. The main reason you were allowed to stick around was because they nearly forgot you weren’t one. You played baseball, weren’t afraid to get dirty, and never acted all “prissy”; you were the only type of girl they’d ever be caught dead letting into their crew.

- And; without any opposition from you, that’s how things went on for a few years. It wasnt until you got a little older that you realized that being “one of the boys” maybe wasn’t the ...greatest thing in the world.

- You sort of always had a thing for Benny. It was easier to brush off and not realize when you were younger but as you got into your teenage years, it became more difficult to ignore.

- And thus, your dilemma finally became obvious. You’d spent so long being one of the guys that you were completely sure Benny only saw you as that; he sure acted like he did.

- So a million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered if you could change how he saw you, if you wanted to, how you’d do it, should you do it, when you’d do it, etc. Maybe you should try some makeup, change your clothes, your personality; should you stop hanging around him so much?

- You had no idea what to do ...so you tried a few things. You dressed a tad bit girlier; not enough to have the gang on you or ruin your ability to play, and wore your hair down, and ...nothing happened.

- All you got was a few comments from the guys asking “what’s up with the hair?”. Soon enough, you were grumpily pulling your hair up into a ponytail after getting not even the slightest reaction from Benny.

- After several attempts, you’re at a loss and somewhat frustrated. You debate just telling him but the day you decide to, you chicken out and stay home.

- Your mother tells Benny you aren’t feeling well when he asks if you can come out and play and you watch from behind the curtain guiltily as he leaves your front steps, casting one last look from behind his shoulder at your window.

- You don’t show up to the field for another day or two before deciding that you need to go back, missing your friends and fresh air. You figure you can play it cool like always, and you do, getting welcome back slaps on the back and shakes.

- You play for a few hours before the boys have to go home and you’re left on the field alone with Benny. You’re just about to walk out as well ...up until Benny calls after you. With a deep breath, you jog back over and stand in front of him.

“You feeling better?” he asks and you both nod, one after the other.

“That’s good. I missed you out here,” he says before seeming to realize what he said. He laughs slightly before following up with a “Yeah-Yeah sucks at playing your position.”.

- You both laugh before he asks “why don’t we play, just you and me. You throw and I’ll hit”. And you try to turn him down, telling him that you should be getting home, but then he gives you that smile of his and a “come on” and you just can’t refuse.

- So you get in position and the two of you play, swapping turns back and forth when you have to run and catch the ball.

- On one of your last few throws, he runs over to hand you the ball but doesn’t immediately let go. Instead, he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before running back to his spot on the field, casting a look back at you and subsequently a smile as he does.

- The two of you kiss for real when you’re at the edge of the field, getting ready to walk home. He calls your name and you pause, standing still as he grips your shoulder and leans in, planting a peck on your lips.

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, though it’s obvious that you don’t mind.

He merely shrugs and grins at you. “I wanted to.”

- You can’t help but smile back, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders and walk you off the field.

- There isn’t a ton of pda in your relationship but there’s a bunch of contact: high fives, his arm around your shoulders, his leg touching yours when you sit next to each other. He just doesn’t want the guys on your case for the rest of the week for a measly kiss in front of them. 

- Affectionate hair ruffling. 

- Hand holding, usually when the gang isn't around; unless it’s Smalls. 

- Forehead and cheek kisses.

- Soft kisses.

- He has your picture on his dresser and you cant help but smile every time you see it. 

- When it really comes down to it, he’s got a huge soft spot for you. He may treat you like one of the boys most of the time but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you you’re definitely different from them to him. 

- Excited hugs, usually after he accomplishes something big or you get good news. 

- Sitting in between his legs, usually with his chest pressed against your back.

- He doesn’t mind cuddling, even if it’s sort of in front of the gang, mainly because his style of cuddling is his arm draped over your shoulder and you resting against his side.

- As though he’d allow you to not have a nickname! He doesn’t really use petnames except; maybe, when he’s using them as jokes or sarcastically, but you’ve probably had a nickname since you were little that he still uses.

- Although, he does say “that’s my girl” to himself or just outloud whenever he gets all proud of you; like when you score a homerun.

- The boys definitely tease him about you. Its the one thing they have on him.

- He lets you win when you guys race. You’re absolutely aware of it but you think it’s cute so you both jokingly pretend he didnt.

- He’s always there to help get you out of a pickle. If you have a problem it is both your problems the minute you tell him.

- He always brushes off your praise with a halfhearted and playful scoff but in actuality, he loves it whenever he gets a compliment from you.

- There’s definitely been moments where you’ve been in his room with him and asked about some sort of clothing item and he just casually asks if you want it. And ...You’re damn right you do.

- Randomly being carried away from things isn’t all too uncommon for you. He likes to pick you up, whether it’s just by your armpits or in a piggyback ride.

- Walking home from school together. 

- Spending your summers together. 

- Expect a lot of random visits and him calling you to come hang out. If he wants to see you, he’ll just come knocking on your door. 

- Smalls is sort of like your adoptive child, even though you're only like two years older than him. You’re just always looking out for the younger boy and making sure he feels welcome and all that. 

- Getting introduced to Beast and Mr. Mertle. 

- Knowing tons of baseball facts because of him.

- Playing catch in the lot. He goes easy on you but to be fair; he goes easy on most people.

- Looking after him and making sure he doesn’t over exert himself.

- I’m sorry but you’ll have to just accept that baseball is his priority a lot of the time. It’s his “life” and you’ll just have to accept that if you want to be with him. 

- He would genuinely ask you to marry him in complete awe if you were to ever get him baseball game tickets. 

- He makes a big deal over your birthday, well, him and the rest of the boys. They all cheer when you arrive at the field, giving all their “look who it is’s”and slapping you on the back.

- Going to the movies ...after they put up another screen.... He’ll usually grab your hand and keep glancing over at you whenever you go, he just thinks you’re really pretty.

- Hanging out in the treehouse together. 

- Going to the fair with him. 

- Pool dates.

-  A lot of your dates get invaded by the gang, especially if they involve pizza …or food of any kind really. 

- His mother probably insists on giving him some money every time she hears he’s going to hang out with you because she wants him to be a little gentleman and pay for your “date”.

- Even though you’ve always sort of been seen as just one of the guys, you’re serious bragging rights for Benny; both to the other boys and to Phillips. All it takes is one visit to the pool with them and suddenly they’re all a little envious of their leader.

- Though, to be honest, all the boys in the group have probably; at some point, had a crush on you or thought that you’d end up together because it just makes sense, you know? They weren’t in love but they had those little “why am is my heart racing” type of moments with you.

- Even though he brags about you, he’s still a jealous boy. He pretty much glares at any other guy; besides the guys in the gang, you’re with. Even if he’s doing something else, he finds it difficult to concentrate. The minute you arrive back at his side, he’ll ask why you’re hanging out with them, usually with a subtle; or not so subtle, insult directed towards them.

- Even though he knows you’re capable of holding your own, he’ll still always jump to stick up for you because it’s just a habit of his.

- He’s protective of everybody in his gang so that obviously includes you. He isn’t above fighting; or at least embarrassing, someone who’s giving you a hard time or literally carrying you to a safe distance when you’re near something he deems dangerous. Plus, he’s always the first one at your side no matter what’s going on.

- The two of you don’t fight a ton. You’ve been friends for a while so you sort of already know what rubs each other the wrong way and can avoid them because of that. If you are fighting, it’s probably about something stupid and you wind up just leaving; for one reason or another, as he calls after you.

- That being said, you usually just resolve things after a bit of arguing; without you having to walk off. As an apology, he’ll give you a sincere “hey, I’m sorry, alright?” before making some joke along the lines of asking if you want to hit him. You’ll hug and he’ll kiss your head and everything will be settled.

- You don’t tell each other that you love each other a whole lot; it sort of just isn’t Bennys thing, but you show each other you do with your actions.

- In the future, you’re there at every single one of his games, cheering him on.

- He probably asks you to marry him right after highschool. He just can’t wait to make you Mrs. Rodriguez.

[doeblossom]

Least favorite episode of the show?

ooooh,,, that's a hard pick

i found a lot of spike episodes lacking, like a lot of people did, since his character isn't awesome. i loved him at the beginning of the show, but the writers played into the "forgotten spike" bit in a way that makes him more embarrassing than the intended underdog. another character that had a lot of potential! (too bad i dont currently have any plans for spike. maybe he's a thestral? maybe hes still a dragon and i suck it up and figure out how mythical beasts would work? idk)

i really didn't like school episodes, as mentioned. not because they're BAD or anything, i just had less of a connection to the school six than i did the mane six

i can point out quite a few episodes i didnt really enjoy and why-

Season 1: The Ticket Master

as a first impression, it wasn't great. i understand the message the writers were trying to share, but a lot of actions taken by the characters felt off. yes, everyone can be selfish at times, but not everyone would resort to coercion

Season 1: Over a Barrel

The Apploosans never had any claim over the land. The fact that they're even settled there and generally undisturbed is generous. The lesson of "sharing" has been done before and in much less racist ways...

Season 2: (i have no complaints)

Season 3: Spike At Your Service

this is not because it's a spike episode! its because of twilight. the whole "being rude to spike" thing was a little funny at first, and made some sort of sense because twilight didnt know how to treat friends yet (not an excuse but a reason). i get she can be absorbed in her work. but this episode felt like the biggest takeoff of "useless and forgotten spike" and i dislike that characterization of him. i much preferred it, in later episodes, where he was almost treated like a third sibling. because he WAS a third sibling. and hes a baby dragon; cut him some slack

Season 4: Equestria Games

okok i know another spike episode. im just super sensitive to second-hand embarrassment and it's not enjoyable! i have to skip past the part where spike "sings" the cloudsdale anthem because it hurts so bad. otherwise good and relatable episode! acting on your instincts can feel like nothing since it was "effortless" even though you save a lot of lives! good for spike. he deserves it.

Season 5: Castle Sweet Castle

i hhhate the crystal castle i hate it i hate it

well i dont hate it. but i hate why its there. i like the table for lore reasons but the rest of the castle feels far too grandiose for twilight's reserved nature. the golden oak library was great! i loved that! and i would love it if the show gave twilight a massive library, but... crystal? right outside of ponyville? and OUTSIDE? wasnt the point of the library being near the center of town so it forced twilight to immerse herself in ponyville culture?

i hate capitalism and their love of easily manufactured cheap colorful plastic toys

Season 6: The Cart Before the Ponies

this one feels pretty ooc as well. i can see all of these events happening, but in more minor ways and subtle influences than completely taking over. i know the show needs to be blatant about their writing sometimes, which is totally fine, but it unfortunately sacrifices the writing of the featured characters.

Season 7: (i have no complaints)

Season 8: Horse Play

more second-hand embarrassment i can't stand. otherwise a pretty great episode! i love celestia episodes a lot because her character is pretty decently executed! im still not happy about them not addressing the whole alicorn thing, but as a ruler shes trying her best and thats what really counts. i also love seeing how hers and twilight's relationship developed.

Season 8: Non-Compete Clause

main example of appledash fighting and putting students in danger. this episode just rubs me the wrong way in a manner i can't find the words to describe

Season 8: Yakity Sax

i'm all for letting others enjoy what they enjoy! and i love that pinkie is given hobbies outside of baking and party planning and babysitting! but boundaries DO come first. the only issue i have with her playing is that it becomes visually physically painful due to the volume. sounding bad can be fixed and ignored, but volume is definitely something that needs to be discussed.

this is ALSO what feels like a tipping point for pinkie as well (at least in my memory) from a well-rounded fun character to the "loud funny comedic relief" with little dimension left

Season 9: She's All Yak

this one also makes me feel weird and rubs me the wrong way! the message is there and is executed fine but "teaching yona to be more pony-like" felt really really weird

Season 9: The Last Problem

i've talked more than enough about how i feel about the end of the series! it's... eeehhhh... lots of things i would change. and i am changing. i have a blog about this.