#where I do my homework and watch my shows and sleep

[victory-cookies]

I’m so tired

[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ TUTOR!MATT x BRATTY!READER HEADCANONS

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... fluff!!:) few mentions of suggestive content, but not in detail.

۶ৎ ... bratty!reader loves to mess a little around with tutor!matt. she’s aware that she has got him wrapped tightly around her pretty manicured finger, so why not make some fun out of it? she has such a soft spot for him, but that doesn’t mean she can’t tease around.

“maatttt. you look so handsomeeee” you’d smile wickedly, tilting your head to the side while running a finger down his chest, stopping right by his belt. you were batting your eyes at him, watching him swallow hard, turning flustered. “i- uh- i don’t see why not…” he’d submit to you expecting you to either get down in front of you or start unbuckling his belt. but you did neither. “what do you mean? i jus’ think you look good,” and immediately, you’re withdrawing your hand from his waistband, leaning back in the chair to skim over the textbook with a giggle, leaving matt confused, flustered, and shaking his head with a shy smile.

۶ৎ ... tutor!matt loves, loves, loves to take bratty!reader on cute little dates. sure, at first she thought he was cornier than the cob… but she grew to like them. a lot. picnics, coffee dates, stay-at-home (dorm) dates, shopping, lunch dates in the weekends, you name it. he was seriously weak for the way you put down the bitchy facada whenever you were as much as in his vicinity. and it was nice way to leave campus and get some real coffee.

۶ৎ ... they are soooo laaazzyyyyy. on the weekends, matt would usually study his ass off, revising notes for upcoming exams, that really was months away. but after dating bratty!reader, they slump around their dorms aaaallll weekend. no, she’s not a bad influence like that, they sometimes study… but they’re both so weak for dates, cuddling, sleeping, and being lazy together. plus, as long as you turned in your assignments and homework, who’s stopping you?

“maattt… stop, my arm is sleeping.” you nudged him in his chest with a sleepy voice, eyes still closed. matt was lying directly on top of your arm, his chin on top of your head. “sorry, sorry…” he mumbled, awkwardly shifting so you could retract your arm. you’d then proceed to sleep and cuddle for another few hours, rewarding yourselves after studying hard all week to avoid studying in the weekends.

while saying this… they’re definitely revising homework and notes in bed. it’s more comfortable than the library, and matt basically lives in your dorm anyway. plus, it’s cozy.

۶ৎ ... tutor!matt is floored when bratty!reader takes him to one of the frat parties. yes, she has quite a status around school, so she always knew when and where the newest party was thrown. but usually, she didn’t go. she’d rather spend time with matt, knowing he didn’t really enjoy them. but one day was different. she’s gotten him dressed up, as well her herself.

“holy shit.. you look- you look really good,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you step into the room, clad in the prettiest little outfit. before you could even answer or at least say thank you, he’s standing up and dragging you to the bathroom with clammy hands… you’re gonna get rid of the problem you caused.

۶ৎ ... bratty!reader who at the end of the day loves tutor!matt as much as he loves her. sure, she’s a brat, but so, so soft around him. matt is her comfort space, and he’s aware, so he doesn’t take the few snappy comments she could shoot his way to heart. and she makes sure to show that, always having her lips on his cheek or forehead, leaving a little stain.

“okay, so this quadratic equat-“ he’d be cut off by your lips smudged against his cheek, shuffling closer to him on your bed. “i looove you.. you make studying more fun,” you’d smile cheesily, leaning your head onto his shoulder. with a chuckle and wide smile, he kissed the top of your head, making sure to squeeze your body into a tight hug. “i love you more, angel.”

۶ৎ ... they are suuuchhh all-over sleepers. if anyone came into that bedroom during the night to see, they'd 100% be tangled together. whether it's their legs intertwined, arms around each other, or both. there hasn't gone a single night by where they weren't sleeping in some weird position you weren't even sure they could get out of again.

more tutor!matt x bratty!reader here!

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[2melamoo2]

First post… um yeah!! :DD

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

fluff

requested? no!

Time period - UA

Head cannons

prompt - How Katsuki shows affection!

Reader Personality - HYPER. (hence the sugar-rush nickname)

Reader Quirk - not mentioned

Katsuki has always struggled showing affection, so when he met you (and at some time later, started dating you) it was a BIG change for him.

He definitely needed an adjustment period to showing affection, which is why you guys kept your relationship a secret from the rest of 1A at the time.

He struggled with physical touch at the beginning, always afraid he would get too nervous, which would lead to him sweating, and then that means explosions and oh lord his hands are popping just thinking about it.

This meant he did everything BUT physical affection, but your relationship was a secret so i suppose this worked out.

He definitely used to cook your favorite foods when it was his turn to cook (and still does)

He also gave you extra food, if his girl wasn’t full by the end of the night, he hadn’t done something good

It does not matter if you are this mans girlfriend or not, he won’t take it easy on you when training (at least that’s what he says…)

Katsuki LOVES watching you fight, he gets all fluttery inside and is just so proud of you… because that’s HIS girl kicking ass.

Will always take care of you if you over work yourself. One time you ended up battering the fuck out of Sero, but after training you were done for the day. which meant straight up to bed and didn’t speak to anyone at all. After waiting a few minutes, to avoid suspicion of course, your knight in shining armor came up to your dorm with a one of his hoodies just for you and let you cuddle him while he finished his homework.

A few months into your relationship, Katsuki definitely started getting more comfortable, he would start complimenting you during training (obviously not outright like he wanted too… just the occasional “you actually did well for once”), started calling you different nicknames (definitely went from “sugar-rush” to “sweets”, if anyone asks it’s because of your personality… and they get their head blown off), and the biggest one of all, letting you hook his pinky with yours.

He was TERRIFIED of touching you. Didn’t want to do it at all. But the more it happened, the more he wanted too.

Katsuki didn’t initiate physical contact at first. It always started with you being touchy.

But now he can’t get enough of you, he physically can’t sleep without you in the same bed as him.

HE LOVES lying on your chest. wether you have flat or huge honkers, you best believe he is sleeping with his face right in between them.

Scratch. His. Head.

He gets migraines and his ears are definitely always ringing (due to his quirk), so when you scratch his head, everything goes out the window, it just feels amazing to him.

In Short - Katsuki Bakugo loves you.

FIRST POST WOOOOOO.

I’m no where near done with my head cannons… i just didn’t want this to be pages and pages long-

I hope you all enjoyed!! please feel free to send it requests!!

[adviceformefromme]

GLOW-UP LIKE NEVER BEFORE SERIES

Ladies, we are here. This is the beginning of your glow-up like never before by 2025. We are not sleeping on ourselves in the remaining four months of this year. There is no more putting yourself second, wishing and wanting to be a better version of yourself, because this is your opportunity to show up for you. I will be providing the steps and guidance so stay tuned, its going to be a journey. One that kicks off today. 

Week 1: CREATING THE VISION

This week is for getting into the energy of how you want to feel come January 2025. The vision should excite you, you want to feel like your wildest dreams are possible and this where you lean into faith, trust and imagination. 

Step 1: On the first page of your new journal script 3 pages in present tense of what your life looks and feels like on January 1st 2025. You want to get into the small details, using all your senses, what you can hear, see, smell, feel, go all in. Write as much as you can to embody the version of you in your highest expression. It might seem crazy to write this, especially in such a short amount of time, but once you start moving correctly timelines can easily be collapsed. I am a walking testimony of this, as I went from sharing a room in the UK to moving into a spacious 2-bed open view apartment overseas, within four weeks. Did I believe? Yes. Had I been doing all the steps I am sharing with you? Yes.  By scripting your life, as crazy and whacky as it may seem you are moving your dreams from thought to reality. A dose of faith is also required for step 1. 

Step 2: Vision board, this is where you get to have fun. Find those images on Pinterest that make you feel ‘omg is this my actual fucking life *screams internally* ‘. Again, no playing small. If you want the G-wagon and you’re driving the Honda, add it to your board, if you’re wanting to write a book, add a New York Times bestseller sticker to your vision board, bring your dreams to life. Save to desktop, screensaver, phone Home Screen. You want to see your vision board at the very least a few times per week. 

Step 3: Write supporting affirmations for your new vision life. I am, I feel, it feels so good to….Lean into the feelings, be creative. As you write your affirmations a minimum of five, you want to record these on your phone and loop them before bed. You can extend these affirmations, and turn it into a rampage - this is where you really speak life into yourself, going into more details. Your recording can be 1 min  - 5 mins. It doesn’t have to be crazy long, the main point is to keep it simple and inspiring. You want to feel inspired when you listen, your own voice, speaking life into your dreams, declaring them. Once you’ve got the recording - LOOP IT. You want this on loop when you’re out on walks this week, when you’re overthinking, but most importantly before you go to bed. Leave it on loop overnight. The goal is to do this every single night for one week. 

Step 4: In the back of your journal in short hand write your 1-3 top goals. It might be earn £10k per month, move into your dream apartment, work for x company. Whatever it is, in very simple words write them, 1-3. And do this EVERY SINGLE DAY. If you skip write it in your phone notes or on the nearest piece of paper. Set a reminder on your phone, because this is such a simple step to manifesting that actually WORKS. 

I know it might seem like some effort to do steps 1-4, but do you want to live the life of your dreams and invest in your expansion and be so proud of who you are come 1st Jan 2025, or do you want to scroll like a cabbage, and watch everyone else live their dream life, and feel like another year, another of unfulfillment ? Your task, put 30mins - 1 hour aside today to do the above. Homework for the rest of the week, read your affirmations, listen to your recording daily before bed and write those goals down! 

Coming next: Week 2: Living by your values + creating space for your dream life… 

[flemingsfreckles]

Be Home Soon

Synopsis: based off this request! Jessie has some hard feelings about being away from you and your kids so much, you do your best to reassure her.

Warnings: it’s a little sad, but nothing major.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: as I joked, this could be my last Jessie fic. I have a fear that seeing her in person at the game today will make me feel ~weird~ about writing for her, so we’ll see 🤷‍♀️

I also just finished writing this, gave it a quick skim and I’m posting it, so there’s bound to be errors, but I wanted it posted before I had to leave for the game.

The sound of the FaceTime call connecting has you running back over to where your phone sat. “Hi sorry, give me a second.” You quickly wave at the sight of your wife on the screen before running off to the other side of the room where your daughter sat in her playpen playing with blocks.

“Come here Kara, we’re going to say hi to Mom.” You reach down and pick up your daughter, propping her on your hip and walking back over to the phone that’s propped up against a water bottle on the kitchen table.

“Hi, sorry, it’s been a little hectic here. Kara’s been sassier than usual and Blake’s been coming down with a cold or something, I’m hoping she didn’t catch what he’s got.” Your daughter begins to whine on your hip, you gently start bouncing her, trying to soothe her fussing. “Look, it's Mom.” You point to Jessie’s face on the screen to show your daughter.

“Hi Kara, hi baby girl.” Jessie tries to pull your daughter's attention to her but your daughter is too busy pointing to the cabinet wanting a snack.

“Blake, come say hi to Mom!” You shout in the direction of your son’s room.

“Hey,” Jessie changes her tone, no longer using her high pitched baby voice, “are you taking care of yourself too?”

“Uh, yeah, just, the kids are priority.”

“Babe.” You knew she must’ve noticed the darker than usual circles around your eyes, you hadn’t been sleeping well, the empty bed next to you and a sick child were a lethal combination to your sleeping habits.

“Jess, I’m good, don’t worry.” You shoot her a pointed look over your shoulder letting her know not to push the subject at the moment. You wait a second before shouting for your son again, you hear his bedroom door open and he comes walking over to the phone.

“Say hi to your Mom.” You point at the phone.

“Hi.” Your son waves at the phone, he doesn’t sound thrilled to see your wife unlike your daughter who was repeatedly saying Mom into your ear.

Jessie starts asking him about school, she’d only been gone ten days so far, but she had missed the first full week of school for your kids. She was asking about teachers and homework and all the things she missed out on hearing about. You turn around occupying yourself with making your daughter a small snack

“When are you coming home Mom?” It was a question your son asked you frequently. When would Jessie be home, why was she gone so long, why did she always leave? Everytime he asks, your heart hurts for him. He just missed his mom, you missed her too, but playing was her job, her passion, you couldn’t ask her to step away.

“Soon, I promise, I get on a flight tomorrow night, I’ll be home the next morning.”

“I miss you, I don’t like when you’re gone.” You hear your son's sad voice from behind you. Closing the cabinet, you turn just in time to watch a flash of hurt run across Jessie’s face as she tries to fake a smile to your son.

“I know buddy, I’ll be home in two days though, you know my job makes me travel a bit.”

“I hate your stupid job.” The words sound so angry coming from your child’s mouth, your jaw drops and eyes widen.

“Blake!” You are quick to scold him. “Don’t talk to your Mom like that.”

“No, I hate it, she’s always gone.” He shouts back at you before storming off back to his room. You watch the irony, your wife’s name and number splayed across the back of the shirt he was wearing as he stomped away.

You suck in a big breath before slowly releasing it, throwing your head back, trying to compose yourself. When you tilt your head back down your met with the face of your wife, clearly hurt by what your son had said.

“Oh Jess, honey.” You grab the phone with your free hand before walking to sit down on the couch, letting Kara crawl back to her blocks.

“Sorry.” She sniffles, biting her lip and blinking hard as she looks up at the ceiling. “I just, it’s hard being away.”

“I know babe, you don’t have to be sorry.”

You watch as a tear falls from Jessie’s eye. “I know but I am, I’m so sorry. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to you, or to them. I feel like I’m never home.”

“Jessie.” You wish you could climb through the screen of your phone and engulf your wife into a hug.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to reassure me, you’re already doing so much. You’re the best wife, and the best mother, I wish I could be as good of a mom as you.”

“Honey. You’re an excellent Mom.” You knew there weren’t enough words in the world to make Jessie believe you, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try.

“No Blake’s right, I’m hardly home, I feel like I’m always traveling, I miss important life events.”

“Jessie, you’re home plenty. It just feels long right now, it’s been two years of major tournaments.” It felt cruel for the World Cup and Olympics to be back to back. It was always a hectic two years even when you didn’t have kids, but you also couldn’t lie, when the Olympics were over it was nice knowing there wasn’t a major tournament for almost two more years.

“Yeah I guess. I just sometimes wonder if I’m making the wrong choice, still playing.” She puts her hood up on the sweatshirt she’s wearing, sitting back into the pillows of the hotel bed.

“It might not help, but I don’t think it’s the wrong choice. Jessie you’re not gone as much as it probably feels like. And I know Blake said he hates your job, he’s just having a rough day. That kid loves you and your job, he’s never not in one of your club or Canada jerseys.”

“I know I just feel bad.” You watch as she fiddles with her hands in her lap, a small quiver in her lip tells you she’s on the verge of tears again.

“Baby, when someone asks his favorite athlete, he always answers ‘my Mom’, he finds ever opportunity to talk about how his Mom is a professional soccer player, he loves watching you play, and yeah the long tournaments are harder, but I think he’d miss watching you play. Kara, she doesn’t quite understand yet, but she likes seeing you on the TV too, I don’t think it’s time for you to be done yet.”

Jessie doesn’t say anything, she just looks at you through the screen, you know she’s probably doubting herself, every tournament she’s played in since your kids were brought into the world, every weekend she’s away. Her heartbroken face upset you. You sit for a moment before starting again.

“And Jessie, you take the time to call, you call them before and after every game, you call every single night, you haven’t missed one. You read them bedtime stories over the phone. You’re still an excellent Mom to them, it’s from a distance sometimes but you still make the time. There’s plenty of parents who wouldn’t, plenty of parents who go on work trips and don’t bother with even one call. And when you’re home, you’re their favorite person, you play with them and you teach them all the silly little facts you store in that brain, you show them how to be good humans and that is so important.”

“It’s not just Blake and Kara though, it’s a lot of extra work that gets put on you.”

“Yeah, but I knew that.” You shake your head slightly with a smile. “Honey you’ve been a professional athlete our entire relationship, I’ve sat through World Cups and Olympics, and the weekends away, it’s not new to me. I knew what I was signing up for when I asked you to marry me, I knew what I was signing up for when we started talking about kids, I knew what I was signing up for when we actually had our babies.”

Jessie just nods along to your words. You reach down, picking up Kara who had wandered over and was hanging on to your leg. You place her on your lap, adjusting the phone so Jessie could see her.

“And Jessie, despite knowing you’d be gone, and busy occasionally, I couldn’t imagine my life without you, I wouldn’t have this life without you.” You look down to where your daughter had stacked a small block tower. “I love you Jess, you’re an amazing wife, and an even better Mom. You working, doesn’t change that.”

Jessie’s now got tears in her eyes again. She reaches over grabbing a tissue from the bedside table before wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. “Sorry, I love you, you’re incredible and I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You deserve the world Jessie.” You say before you hear your son's bedroom door open. You hear the small pats of his feet before he’s standing across from you, his freckled face reminiscent of your wife.

“Hi Blake.” You say, letting Jessie know he was back in the room.

“Hi. I’m tired. Can Mom read me a story?” He asks, pointing at the phone. You look down to see Jessie’s face break into a small smile.

“Sure buddy.” She answers before you get the chance.

“Of course.” You shoot Jessie a smile on the phone. You give her a smile before handing the phone over to your son. “I’m going to hand you to Blake, I love you, we’ll talk later.”

[ghcstao3]

prompt from @juggalomary :

“A teenaged ghost who often shows up to places with bruises and cuts. Who is a regular visitor of the homeless shelter by the soccer pitch popular with the local grammar school boys. Soap who is a troubled student from the grammar school who plays keeper in soccer matches with his friends.

One day ghost missed the final call before they locked the shelter after a late night argument with his dad. He slept on bench for the home team at the pitch. Soap being soap was up at that ungodly hour playing soccer when he accidentally hit ghost with his water bottle.

Next thing they knew ghost will either throw rocks at soaps windows or just walk through the front door when he can’t sleep at home.”

-

Plink.

Johnny frowns, tearing his gaze away from his homework for a moment to wonder if he’d really just heard something. But when nothing happens for at least another minute or so following, Johnny resumes his work and chalks it up to his imagination.

Plink.

There, again. Johnny turns to the window where he’s sure the sound had come from, if it isn’t just in his head, and watches. Mindlessly twirls his pencil between his fingers and waits… for nothing. Another drawn out silence.

Plink.

Just as Johnny is making for his second dismissal, there’s a flash of grey bouncing off the glass that catches his eye. He slowly sets his pencil down and stands from his creaky desk chair before creeping toward the window.

There, on his lawn, with a bruised jaw and a toothy grin, is none other than Simon Riley.

Johnny hastily pulls his window open, leaning over the sill to whisper-shout, “Were you throwing rocks?”

“Maybe I was,” Simon whisper-shouts back. He less-than-discretely empties his hoodie pocket of an arsenal of pebbles now that he’s gotten Johnny’s attention. “You have room for one tonight?”

“Your dad kick you out?”

Simon shrugs a shoulder, grimacing. “Somethin’ like that.”

“Right, well—“ Johnny casts a quick glance back to his room, winces at the state of it, then decides Simon probably wouldn’t care, “—I’m sure my Ma won’t mind. Just wait there a sec.”

His Ma wouldn’t mind, sure, she loves Simon—but Johnny doesn’t imagine she’d be all too pleased to be disturbed at this hour, either, so he’s silent leaving his room to quietly greet Simon at the front door to let him in.

It’s the first time he’s ever come this late.

Johnny immediately shushes Simon once he’s ushered inside, though Simon has yet to say anything. He lets himself be led toward Johnny’s room without a word, dutifully following Johnny’s silent instruction to sit on the bed and wait while he retrieves the First Aid kit from the bathroom.

The bruise is worse, up close, though it’s old. Nothing Johnny can fix.

What he can fix, however, is the cut on Simon’s temple and the one through his bottom lip—all it requires is some gentle blotting of a cloth soaked with cold water to clean, and butterfly stitches on Simon’s head because it’s either that or Johnny’s wee sister’s princess bandaids to keep the wound covered.

Which, Simon jokes, would make him look too tough. But they both know the real reason he can’t use one.

When Johnny realizes he’s still leaning too far into Simon’s space, even now having finished tending to his cuts, he reels back before Simon can notice the blush that begins to bloom across his face.

Johnny hangs his head, picking at a loose thread on his pyjamas, doing his best to ignore the warmth burning from ear to ear.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” He mumbles.

He can feel Simon staring at him, something he always seems to be doing whether or not Johnny notices. Johnny continues picking at the string.

“Not really,” Simon says. “Can we sleep?”

Johnny nods, standing to push his desk chair back in place. He can hear Simon moving back on the bed, crawling underneath the covers like he’s now done so many times. Johnny clicks off his desk lamp and blindly wanders to the unoccupied side and gets into bed along with Simon.

They sleep back-to-back, always. And also like always, Johnny fights his exhaustion until he can be sure that Simon’s breathing has evened out; that he’s actually getting a proper rest.

Johnny knows he’ll have to deal with his Ma in the morning, but he doesn’t care. He just wishes it were easier for Simon to be safer like this every night, and not just the few he ends up staying here.

Johnny is still happy to provide any bit of help he can, though. God knows Simon needs the support.

Satisfied when he hears quiet snores escape Simon, Johnny, too, falls asleep.

[delewlew]

coke with lemon: oscar piastri x hijabi black fem! reader

request: hi there I would love a make an request for Oscar and an hijabi reader where Oscar is a simp for her and Lando loves to be near her to annoy Oscar. Thank you. @animeandf1lover

warnings: none

authors note: thank you so much for the request! this is my first time writing for a hijabi reader so i hope i portrayed this respectfully. i did a bit of homework to make sure i was doing your request justice so i hope you enjoy it. if there's anything that is incorrect, offensive, disrespectful, etc please let me know immediately and i'll be more than willing to fix it. lastly, comments and messages are always appreciated and encouraged!

you were a friend of lando's and he'd told you about this guy he knew called oscar. every time lando brought this oscar up in conversation you were quick to shut it down, insisting that you didn't want to date anyone and your friend needed to stop trying to set you up. little did you know, oscar was the one asking for a chance to meet you.

you'd crossed paths at a party and you noticed him staring at you then looking away when he was caught. part of you thought it was creepy but then again why would lando invite a creep to his birthday party? so you approached him to see what his deal was.

rather quickly you came to the realization that he was the oscar lando had told you about- tall, brown hair with a side bang, kinda awkward, and australian.

you liked the way his eyes met yours then darted elsewhere every now and again when you spoke to him. the way his ears turned red and a smile fought its way onto his face when you laughed.

he'd asked if you wanted something to drink and you absentmindedly agreed without specifying what you wanted. so you just watched him from a distance and mentally prepared yourself for having to turn something away.

but then you noticed the bartender handed him two glasses and he handed you one, "it's just coke with lemon, is that alright?"

and when lando found you both talking he was quick to make it known that he'd been trying to make this happen for months. oscar was quick to shoo him off, "i think i see one of your lady friends looking for you over there. how about you go see if she's alright."

months passed and you and oscar had gone on a few dates, alternating between who picked the place.

he might be a little awkward but you both always end up having meaningful conversations without any problem.

he showed genuine interest in you and everything about you, asking you about your favorite things and committing them to memory.

you didn't know too much about f1, but you'd known some from being friends with lando. however, you became an expert within a week because you were just that interested in oscar.

he asked you to be his girlfriend one night after you'd texted him that you couldn't sleep so he came over and you went on a walk before he walked you back home.

lando took credit for orchestrating the entire thing the minute he found out and you and oscar just let him have it.

you noticed the the ways oscar showed his affection towards you like walking on the outside of the sidewalk, listening to you go on rants about that show you watch that he doesn't understand, opening doors for you especially in the car, giving you small gifts here and there just because.

he made the mistake of buying you flowers when he was out with lando once. he'd seen this bunch of pink and orange tulips and he grabbed them for you. lando assumed it was for a specific holiday or something but instead oscar reasoned that he was getting them because 'they reminded him of you'.

so when you received them lando was sitting there with a stupidly big smile and whispering to him, "why don't you tell y/n why you got her these lovely tulips."

oscar's face was beet red as he exhaled and admitted, "i thought they were beautiful which reminded me of you."

you found the whole thing adorable but oscar found it as a reason to avoid lando when he was doing anything for or with you.

complements aren't exclusive to 'you look beautiful' he tends to bring up things you wouldn't think someone would notice. like when he was asked about you by a host during a podcast and he highlighted that you were hardworking, determined, genuine, selfless, and that he loved your outlook on life.

lando was there for that one too....yes he was quick to send you a voice note mimicking oscar's accent and reciting word for word everything he said.

oscar tended to be very focused on race weekends but the second you let the nickname "ozzie" slip he was done for. absoultely anything you wanted or asked for was going to be given, all you had to do was bat your pretty little eyes and smile.

lando absolutely loved to bring it up, claiming that if you asked him to jump off a cliff that he'd do it. oscar couldn't deny it either all he could say was "why would she ask me to do that?"

the first time you held his hand he smiled the entire day, and yes it was a race day and yes it did in fact go viral, and yes lando didn't let him hear the end of it.

every single weekend the first thing you did was tell him how proud you were of his performance during the race.

it was evident when you'd seen him before press and when you hadn't because he was only ever smiley after seeing you.

and of course lando teased the hell out of him for it, insisting you stay by his side all the time to keep him in a constant good mood.

but he couldn't help it, he was in love and you were too.

[natriae]

Ushi gushi who u dated thru highschool and 2nd year college and he is getting hornier but all u guys have done so far is make out and hand job/fingering till u ask if he wants to go further and BOY does he and u see a side of him u never imagine 😍

HEHEH KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN

Ushijima Wakatoshi is no doubt the best boyfriend ever. He spoils you and always makes time for you. He would drop everything to go see you, but he's still wakatoshi. He has a hard time with social cues and displaying his emotions. You like to call yourself the 'Toshi master. Usually able to understand his affection and thoughts without him showing it.

He's remained the same since highschool. He stuck to the same routine with little differences in the past years. He'd wake up do his morning run, then go to class, practice, then shower and do his homework, and finally cuddle you to sleep in his dorm. Saturdays were specifically reserved for you. He tried to leave his comfort zone by taking you on dates, but you knew he perfered to stay in. You did too, so it was no issue for you to spend every Saturday with Wakatoshi at your house back in highschool. He found comfort getting groceries with you and helping you clean. He found comfort in really anything that took his mind off his family.

There was a lot of feelings that Wakatoshi missed out, but with therapy and you supporting him along the way he got better at understand what he was feeling. Being away from his mother definitely helped as well.

Even with all his amazing qualities there were sometimes you felt insecure in your relationship. Going to college was a much different territory for both of you. Students from all around Japan went to school with you guys. At Shiratorizawa no one really talked to 'Jima because they were scared of him but here you can't remember a game where some girl wasn't flirting with him. Or even listening to how far your friends have gotten with their boyfriends. It's not that you want to force 'toshi out of his comfort zone, but sometimes you think he doesn't like you..like that. Almost like it's out of obligation.

After date night he asks if you want it instead of getting in the mood. Almost like it's apart of his routine. You guys eat, come home, he kisses you a bit and fingers you till you cum, and then he washes his hands and kisses you goodnight. You want him to do it for his own pleasure.

"everything okay?" He asks once he finishes washing the dishes. He walks over to the small couch you sat on while in deep thought.

Looking up at him you smile at his cute face. Bring your arms up signaling you want a hug. Lifting you up he places you on his lap as he sits down. You legs draped over his as your wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. "I guess, I've just been thinking...'Jima you find me attractive, right?" Looking up you watch as he nods his head. His eyes srunching a little in thought. Your hand resting on his chest feels his heart begin to beat a little bit faster. " um, remember when Tendou had-um- remember in highschool when tendou was quite aroused and everyone made fun of him?"

"his boner?" Ushijima states unbothered.

Your face reddens at his outburst and you nod your head. "well why don't- you dont seem to get that when your with me, and I was worried that you dont feel that way about me, and I don't want you to be doing anything you find uncomfortable if you dont feel that way about me." While you ramble you start to feel a small poking at the side of your right butt cheek. "'Jima?"

His faces flushes a bit and his heart beats after as he brings his lips into his mouth. "I do feel that way about you." He says, not looking into your eyes.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek you move his head so the two of you can look at each other. "why don't you ever show it?" you pout.

"i don't want to make you uncomfortable." He tells you, face remaining unmoving. You watch as his pupils expand looking into your eyes. "Meditating usually helps it go away." He tells you like it was a serious issue. You giggle and move into kiss his lips.

"Do you still have those condoms Tendou gave you?"

His single nod is all you need to tell you that tonight you won't have to worry about Wakatoshi's attraction towards you.

[adamsrcnan]

thinking about that scene in trb where adam comes out of ninos and he's got a silly spongebob ball that he bounces on the ground and then steps out just in time to catch it in his hand again. when he's sitting at foxway gently examining each and every tarot card. how his eyes flick to gansey as he says "i don't have a brother ma'am". how he locks eyes with ronan over his locker and says "with a dreamer". how he plays ronan's loud electronica for him at cabeswater. how he casually tells a man at the gas station his mama didn't teach him how to speak to women. how he gives blue a little show and tell of gansey's random artifacts. how he would let ronan come and sleep on the floor of his crappy apartment. how gansey picked him up from work and his overalls were rolled down to his waist. how he gave opal his watch. how he looked at ronan witheringly and told him to go do his homework. how he just went and peed in the fields by cabeswater. how he was flattered that gansey's sister found him attractive. how he sent blue flowers. how he looked at gansey and mouthed "yee haw" and they both laughed. how he messed about with ronan so often they had a whole grade system for parking lots, how he got embarrassed and shy when blue and noah found the silly mixtape ronan left for him. him riding his bike. him driving his little hand me down car. him cutting his own hair in choppy uneven mess. how he slept through his bday (my sweet little summer child) woke up downed some juice and went to go do some freak nature magic shit. how he dresses so dark academia with a tweed vest and rolled shirt sleeves when he gets to college. how he holds the back of ronan's head when he hugs him. how he rides a motorbike !!!!! how he tells declan he's done with ronan then comes back a few hours later with chainsaw in his hands. how he collects crying rich kids at college. how he does fake tarot card readings when he could do real ones (and then some) if he really wanted to. how he gets engaged before he gets his degree. how he finds his home is a person not a place. how he spends his teen years thinking he's unknowable only to find the love of his life and makes tamquam alter idem their i love you

just thinking about adam, adam, adam

[lumi-nescentt]

And When I Break It's In A Million Pieces

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

Warnings: kinda angsty, reader overworking herself, arguing and someone fainting

Words: 3.8k

Summary: Oscar can understand how important exams are to his girlfriend but he can't stand to see her overworking herself and this close to breaking down without trying to comfort her.

A/N: it was supposed to be a cute oscar one shot but I guess midterms kicked my ass so I had to make Oscar do what I would have loved someone to do for me.

Now that I'm done writing this I'll start on the requests :)

Oscar had been away on the last triple header of the season and as much as he loved racing and how good the car felt lately, he missed his girlfriend and couldn't wait to see her again.

She usually came with him as often as she could, but she had been drowning in homework lately so she had chosen to stay home and work a little extra to make sure she stayed up to date. Oscar didn’t mind, or at least he tried not to show it because he knew how bad she already felt for missing some of his best results in F1. 

The Australian knew how hard the girl was on herself and how she tended to forget to take care of herself when she got engrossed in her studies so he thought coming back as early as possible from the British Grand Prix was the best thing he could do. 

Flying from London to Melbourne felt like one of the longest trips Oscar ever had to endure and it was only worse because he was all alone. Usually he either had Lando, Logan or his girlfriend to entertain him during layovers and on the flight itself, but now as he sat on the first plane taking him from London to Qatar, Oscar felt bored to death.

He had chosen the earliest flight possible on Monday and that had been one that took off at 3pm so he wasn’t even tired enough to sleep. He had already watched a movie while waiting in front of the gate so he was honestly starting to run out of ideas on how to entertain himself. 

He considered paying for wifi access to try and chat with his girlfriend for a second but then realised that he had decided to plan his comeback in secret so she had no idea he was coming back. In the end, Oscar still paid for it just so he could play 8 ball with Logan and joke around with Lando. 

His two friends entertained him for a few hours, but when he landed in Qatar, they both had stuff to do so he was left all alone again. He had nothing to do during the layover in Dubai, so walking around the entire terminal at the slowest pace possible seemed like a good enough idea for the 2 hours he had to wait before boarding again. 

To say the 13 hours flight to Melbourne had been long was an understatement. It had only been made worse since he couldn’t sleep, so Oscar had watched the entirety of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and still had found time to be bored once he was done. By the time he finally arrived in front of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, it was almost 1am and he hadn’t slept in 30 hours now. 

All he wanted to do was crash on his bed and cuddle against her but when he opened the door as quietly as he could, the first thing he saw was his girlfriend sitting on a barstool, hunched over her laptop on the counter. She had her headphones on and the volume was so loud Oscar could hear the song playing very clearly from where he was standing in the doorway.

After taking off his shoes and dropping his suitcase in a corner, he slowly made his way over, trying his best not to startle the girl. She was so engrossed in whatever she was reading that even with Oscar standing right next to her, her focus was still on her computer. She only flinched and snapped back to reality when Oscar delicately removed her headphones and put them next to her now empty coffee cup.

-“ Oscar ? What– How ? You were supposed to stay in Europe until the break.” she stuttered, too tired to understand how her boyfriend was standing in front of her

-“ Surprise !” Oscar smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “ I missed you too much to wait an entire month so I decided to come spend the week here.” 

-“ I don't know what to say, wow.” 

-“ Oh God, was it a bad idea ? I don’t want to intrude if you had plans, baby. I can ask my parents if I can stay at theirs instead if you want me out of your hair while you study.” 

-“ No no, it’s a good surprise, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. It’s our flat so of course I want you to stay with me.” she quickly clarified, burying her head in the crook of his neck and tightening her arms around him

-“ Ok good, I got scared I was bothering you for a second.” he answered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head

-“ Don’t say that Osc, you could never bother me. I’m always happy to see your pretty face in real life.” 

-“ So you think I’m pretty ?” the Australian asked with a proud grin

-“ Of course I do, pretty boy. Now as much as I’d love to keep this lovely flirting going, you must be exhausted so why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll join you in a bit ?” 

-“ That sounds great, I’ll go shower and then we can cuddle because I can definitely feel the drop of temperature between here and the UK.” 

-“ It’s not even that cold but I won’t say no to that.” she smiled before turning back to her homework.

Oscar didn’t really know how long he stayed under the warm spray of the shower but judging by the amount of steam that was now filling the bathroom, he assumed he stayed for a little while. Since he took his time, he fully expected to find his girlfriend dozing off under the covers but when he reached the bedroom, the bed was still untouched. 

Gathering the remaining energy he had, Oscar dragged himself to the kitchen where she was still in the position he left her in. Her headphones were back on at a lower volume and she was now frowning and holding her head between her hands, seemingly trying to make sense of what she was reading. 

-“ Are you coming to bed soon ?” Oscar asked seeing the time on her laptop 

-“ Yeah, of course. Just give me a minute, I’ll meet you there.” she answered without looking at him

-“ Baby, it’s almost 3am. You need to sleep as much as I do.” 

-“ I know, I’m coming. Don’t wait up, you must be knackered.” she tried, squeezing the hand he had put on her shoulder to reassure him

-“ I want to sleep next to you. I’ll wait for you to finish what you’re doing. How long is this going to take you ?” 

-“ I don’t know, you shouldn’t stay awake for me. I promise I’ll cuddle you as soon as I’m in bed, you won’t even realise I’m not here at first.” 

-“ That’s not true, I always notice so will you come ? Please ?” 

-“ You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you because I really need to finish this paper.” she finally caved in with a sigh, closing her laptop to face her boyfriend who was sleepily smiling at her

-“ I love you too, now come. I can tell you’re exhausted too.” 

Oscar linked their hands together and walked towards their bedroom, handing her one of his shirts as he stripped down to his boxer before hurriedly getting under the covers. At the sight of her cold boyfriend all cosy under the blankets, the girl couldn’t help but chuckle before she joined him and let him wrap his arms around her, resting her head against his chest and falling asleep to the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. 

When Oscar woke up at 7am a few hours later, he brought his arm closer to the rest of his body, hoping to steal some of his girlfriend’s body warmth but his arm closed on nothing. With his eyes still closed, he patted her side of the bed, simply thinking she had rolled away from him but all he touched were the empty bed sheets. He would have assumed she had just gone to the bathroom if it wasn’t from how cold her side was. 

As hard as he wanted to tell her to come back to bed, Oscar wasn’t fully awake and he didn’t really think there was something he could do so he let himself fall back asleep for a few hours. When he opened his eyes again, finally feeling rested enough to figure out where she had gone, he was still alone in their empty bed. 

He made his way to the living room, secretly hoping she’d be all curled up on the sofa and had only moved there because he was snoring too loud but it was just as empty as their bed. Not liking where he thought this was going, Oscar went to the kitchen where his girlfriend was exactly in the same position he had found her hours earlier. 

Without saying a word, Oscar wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face in her neck like he knew she liked. When the only acknowledgement he got was a low hum without even a smile or a look towards him, he decided to try something else. He slowly turned his head and started kissing her neck tenderly, which always got her attention usually because she was never one to pass on getting some physical affection from him. He was so sure it was going to work that when she finally breathed in before talking, Oscar couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face.

-“ Not now baby, please.” she brushed him off softly, without even looking at him

-“ Oh, okay. Sorry.” Oscar muttered, feeling his face flush from a wave of embarrassment he couldn’t stop

He quickly escaped to the opposite corner of the kitchen, getting busy with making breakfast to forget about the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins. It took him 15 minutes of meddling around before everything was ready and before he was ready to try to get her attention again.

This time, Oscar planted himself next to his girlfriend and put a coffee cup and a full plate with eggs and toast right next to her laptop before poking her shoulder with his finger to get her full attention.

-“ Hello there, I made you breakfast.” he half smiled

-“ Hi baby, that’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” she returned the smile, cupping his face with her hands before planting a soft kiss on his lips and turning back towards her homework

-“ I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast together in the living room, maybe ?”

-“ I’m sorry Osc. I really need to study but don’t let me stop you, I know you love to eat there.” 

-“ Yeah, sure.” he started out loud before mumbling to himself as he exited the room “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

After his very lonely breakfast in front of a TV show he didn’t even want to watch, Oscar popped his head into the kitchen to see if she was done working. When he saw that she was still very focused on what she was doing, he decided to do something to occupy himself until she was finally free. He got dressed and yelled that he was going for a run before finally going outside. 

When he came back a little less than an hour later, Oscar was determined to spend some time with her so he hurriedly went to the bathroom to shower before eventually stealing her away from her homework. 

Once he was finally done, it was time for lunch and he was feeling like ordering so, while still looking at his phone, he went towards the kitchen and called her.

-“ I’m gonna order food, what do you feel like eating ?”

He waited a little bit for an answer but nothing came back so he walked a little closer and tried again.

-“ Baby ? Are you not hungry ?” 

Getting worried from the clear silence he was met with, Oscar walked in the kitchen but, to his surprise, he couldn’t see her.

-“ y/n ? If this is a joke, it’s not that funny. Where are you ?” he asked, feeling his heart beat a little faster

He knew she hadn’t gone out because both her keys and her car were still there so he went around the counter to go look into the laundry room when his eyes fell on something on the floor. Seeing his girlfriend laying down on the floor made his blood rush fast in his veins and he immediately kneeled down next to her and wrapped her hand in his.

-“ y/n, baby can you hear me ?” he tried again “ I’m going to put your feet on my lap, okay ? I’m not letting go of your hand, if you hear me just squeeze it.” Oscar explained, praying that he’d feel her grip tighten around his fingers

He felt the faintest squeeze but he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not so he tried again.

-“ Can you squeeze my hand again, please ?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper from how scared he was until he felt a clear squeeze “ Atta girl, you’re doing great.” 

Oscar felt his breathing slowly go back to normal as his girlfriend slowly gained back consciousness. He was still a bit shaken up but seeing her eyes fluttering open and feeling the constant squeezes of her hand on his was reassuring him. He waited a little more before asking her questions, not wanting to overwhelm her.

-“ Do you remember what happened ?” 

-“ I don’t know, I was just standing up to get another coffee and then I started feeling dizzy so I tried to call you but I don’t know if anything came out.” 

-“ Ok well at least you remember, you scared me to death there sweetheart.” 

-“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” she apologised, mortified that he had seen her like this

-“ Hey, none of that. Don’t apologise, I’m glad I came back in time to find you. I would’ve hated for you to be all alone here when you fainted.” he reassured her, bringing her closer to him

-“ What do you mean came back ? When did you go out ?” 

-“ I told you I was going for a run but I guess you were so focused on what you were doing you didn’t hear me. Next time I’ll make sure that you hear me.” 

-“ It’s fine, you don’t have to.” 

-“ I know but I want to. Now let’s get you something to eat, you didn’t even eat breakfast so you must be starving.” he stated, pointing at the plate he had made her a few hours earlier, still untouched on the counter

-“ I’m not really hungry actually.” she whispered, looking at her feet

- “ You have to eat something baby. I’ll just order something from your favourite restaurant and you can just eat however much you can, does that sound good ?”

-“ Yeah sure, thank you Osc.”

Oscar didn’t answer and instead just placed a kiss on the side of her head before standing up and picking his phone that he had left on the counter to get the food. While they waited for it to arrive, Oscar sent her to shower so she could relax a little before eating. Before leaving her be, he convinced her to let the door slightly open so she could yell if she felt dizzy again so he could also relax.

He always stayed within earshots of the bathroom as he got busy around the flat until the delivery guy arrived. Oscar wanted it to be quick but the guy recognised him and wanted to take a picture with him. Oscar wouldn’t have minded the picture if the guy also didn’t seem to want to become his friend and didn’t talk for what felt like ages. Oscar didn’t know how to make him stop without sounding rude so he just waited until he was finally done before hurrying back to his girlfriend. 

He expected her to either still be in the shower or to be waiting for him in the living room, resting like they had talked about after she fainted but she was the most stubborn person Oscar knew. That’s why he wasn’t exactly surprised when he found her back to her studying spot with her headphones only wearing one of his mclaren hoodies. 

-“ I thought we said no more studying for today ?” Oscar scolded her gently

-“ I know but I can’t just stop like that. I need to finish this part and then I can rest for a few hours.”

-“ Baby you fainted, that means your body is exhausted and you shouldn’t put yourself through this.” 

-“ I don’t have a choice, Oscar. The exam is coming up and I need to finish this paper too. I can’t just decide to take the day off because my stupid body decided to betray me.” she spat in one breath, feeling her heartbeat quicken just thinking of the ton of stuff she still had to do 

-“ Alright, just breathe please. You can definitely afford to rest for today. I know you and I know you’re capable of doing what you have left before the due date. Just come lie down with me for a bit while we eat.” 

-“ You don’t know that for sure. I can’t afford to take such a risk.” 

-“ Baby, please.” he pleaded, feeling how she was getting more worked up by the second

-“ I said no, Oscar !” she said through gritted teeth, trying not to raise her voice 

-“ Why can’t you just slow down for a second ? What’s the worst that can happen if you let go a little.”

-“ Slow down ? That’s rich coming from you mister always running around the entire globe to drive at 300kph.” she cringed at how high pitched her voice was getting

-“ You know that’s not what I meant, y/n.” 

-“ Then what did you mean because I clearly don’t get why you’re getting in my way here.” 

-“ I only meant that you’re going to tire yourself out over some homework and that it can’t be healthy.”

-“  I’m sorry ? Some homework ?!” she scoffed loudly “ This is the last class I need to have my diploma, if I fail it, I can say goodbye to my dream job. Don’t belittle what I do because you don’t understand it.” 

-“ That’s not how I meant it, y/n. I’m just worried about you.”

-“ I didn’t ask you to be, in fact I didn’t even ask you to be here. You were supposed to be away doing your stupid job while I was here studying on my own but no you just had to come back and tempt me with ideas of relaxing and hanging out with you when you know I can’t. I can’t just decide to go away and take a break because I miss my partner. Some of us have real jobs and they can’t run away whenever they want to, Oscar.”  she finally lost it, her eyes filling with tears as she realised what she had said

-“ Wow, hum alright. I think I’m just going to go outside for a bit.” Oscar muttered, grabbing his car keys and turning around as quickly as he could

As soon as she heard the door close, y/n broke down crying in the middle of the room. She hadn’t meant to snap at him, she knew he just cared about her and most of all, she didn’t think anything she said was true.

She knew how hard Oscar had worked to get to where he was now and she was so proud of how far he had come. She loved that he was able to do something he loved as his job and how he always made time in his busy schedule to either fly her to where he was staying or fly back home to see her. 

In all honesty, she had been missing him so much lately and all she wanted to was take a break and seek comfort in his arms but she couldn’t help the anxiety and the guilt that kicked in whenever she stopped studying even for a second. She had been staying up late and waking up at the crack of dawn for a week now, studying as much as she could before she had to attend classes. She barely had time to eat and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a decent meal. 

The mere thought of having hurt Oscar was filling her with guilt and she wished there was something she could do to take it back. She was so tired of feeling like this and right now it felt like she had pushed away the only person she wanted to comfort her. 

When Oscar opened the door half an hour later, he didn’t expect his girlfriend to come running to the door and then stop in her tracks the moment her eyes met his. She tried to open her mouth but tears started falling again and she was struggling to take a full breath. The sight tore Oscar’s hurt and he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head against his chest. 

-“ It’s okay, baby. Just let go, I’m here.” he whispered, tracing circles on her back

-“ I’m sorry, Oscar. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I–”

-“ I know, it’s okay. It’s already forgotten.”  

-“ It’s not okay. You didn’t deserve to hear that.” she sniffled, looking at him in the eyes “ I love what you do and I’m really happy you’re here. I’m sorry if I made you feel like it wasn’t the case. It’s no excuse but I’m frankly exhausted and you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

-“ Thank you for apologising. It’s forgiven and I promise you I’m not mad or anything.”

-“ You’re sure ?” 

-“ Yes, I wasn’t mad earlier. I was a bit hurt and I knew you needed time to calm down before we could have a discussion so I just went to the store to buy brownies and ice cream.” 

-“ That’s so sweet, Oscar, stop.” she said, feeling her voice shake slightly

-“ I was thinking we could take a proper break and eat in front of a movie. Then if you still want to work, I could help you study and after that we could take a bath ? How does that sound ?” 

-“ I love you so much.”

-“ Is that a yes ?” Oscar teased, smiling as he heard her laugh

-“ Yes it is.” she said, as he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the living room where the food was still waiting for them

-“ y/n ?” 

-“ yes ?” 

-“ I love you too.” 

-“ I know, now come here.” she smiled again, wrapping her arms behind his neck before pulling him down to kiss him properly 

Oscar hadn’t been sure of it at first but coming back home was the best choice he ever made for the both of them. They missed each other too much to wait a whole month to be together when they needed the other’s presence that badly.

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Prompt 8 - Not A Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 8, word count 662

“So, fancy going to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday?” Sirius asked. “James is going with Evans and Peter is off with, erm, I can’t remember her name, but he’s off with someone and I don’t want to go on my own.” He scuffed his toe on the rug, looking up at Remus though his eyelashes. 

“What, like on a date?” Remus teased. Sirius’s heart skipped a beat. 

“Don’t be daft.” He grinned back. But secretly he wished it was a date. He'd wanted one for a while. 

“Oh, go on then.” Remus nodded. “I need some new quills anyway.” Sirius beamed. 

“Great. Where do you want to meet?”

“Sirius, we live in the same room. We can walk down together.”

“Oh, okay, great.” Sirius felt a bit flustered. James came barrelling in and tackled him to the floor. Thank Merlin for James Potter. He wrapped his arms around James and attempted to get on top of him, but James dead weighted him and squashed him into the floor. 

“Hello gorgeous, fancy seeing you here.” James cooed at him.

“Get off me, you big lug.” Sirius wiggled and pushed at James. But that boy was all muscle. James finally got to his feet and hauled Sirius with him. They wandered off together, leaving Remus to his homework.

Saturday came and Sirius had been too excited to sleep. It’s not a date, it’s not a date. He had to keep telling himself. They went down to breakfast together and when they were done James and Peter disappeared off to find their dates.

“Shall we?” Sirius asked, making a show of bowing Remus forward. Remus snorted at him. 

“Sure.” And walked off. 

The walk down to the village was pretty quiet. The other students milling around them making all the noise. 

“So where do you want to go first?” Sirius asked, once the picturesque village was visible before them. 

“Honeydukes,” Remus grinned. Of course, Sirius should have known. That boy was addicted to chocolate. 

“Perfect.” He grinned as they headed towards the sweet shop. 

He opened the door for Remus and said to him as they entered the sweet-smelling place. “Get whatever you want, my treat.” Remus turned and gave him a funny look. 

“I thought you said this wasn’t a date.” Sirius swallowed and became very interested in a box of peppermint imps. 

“Should I get some of these for Peter? They’re his favourite aren’t they?” Deflection. That always worked, right?

“Sirius, answer the question.” Damn it. Sirius picked up a packet of fudge flies.

“I’ll get these for James as well. Can you see the fizzing whizzbees? I have a hankering for some.” Remus stood in front of him, blocking his way. 

“Sirius, is this or is this not a date?” He’d folded his arms, Sirius knew he wasn’t getting out of this. 

“Would it really be that bad if it was?!”  He scowled. He was fucking this up as usual. He felt the tell-tale stinging behind his eyes as he blinked back tears that had suddenly tried to burst out of him. 

Remus’s arms relaxed.

“No,” He said, his voice low and sincere. Sirius’s eyes snapped up to Remus’s, searching his face for any signs that he was joking. “And if this is a date, I won’t feel bad about lightening your purse.” He winked mischievously and Sirius watched as Remus gabbed a basket and began piling all of his favourite sweets into it. 

When it was full, they took it to the till and Sirius paid. His purse was indeed considerably lighter when they left the shop. “Silly bugger.” Remus laughed at him at the same time as he took Sirius’s hand in his and entwined their fingers together. “Right I still need quills, then I’m all yours.” Sirius looked down at their hands and couldn’t believe that this was real. He felt ten feet tall and so happy he could have floated off without the assistance of the fizzing whizzbees.

[psychoticallykind]

Take A Break

"Hot Chocolate" - Wolfstar Microfic - @wolfstarmicrofic - 567 words

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"Moony, you've been studying for hours, mate. Come on, take a break." James reached over and took the book out of Remus's hands, quickly stepping away when Remus reached for it.

"I don't need a break - James," Remus complained. "Give it back."

"Later," James promised. "After you eat and relax for a bit."

Remus glared at his friend. "I'm doing homework."

"You have another week to do homework," James replied, shaking his head. "Take a break. Go and see Sirius."

It occurred to Remus that he actually hadn't seen the dark-haired boy all day. Usually Sirius would sit with him while he studied - drawing or reading or just lying down with his head on Remus's lap. "Where is Sirius?"

Concern flickered over James's expression. "You don't know?"

"No," Remus admitted. "I saw him last night, but..." he trailed off, looking guiltily at the textbook James was holding. Now that he was thinking about it, it was weird that Sirius hadn't visited him at all. "Where's the Map?"

James shook his head. "Sirius has it."

And just like that, Remus knew where Sirius was.

He detoured to the kitchen, grabbing two mugs of hot chocolate. Then he went up to the third floor, pacing back and forth until the door appeared. It wouldn't usually show up if there was already someone in the Room, but it always let him in if Sirius was there. Remus supposed that was because Sirius was always okay with him being there, and he was endlessly grateful for that.

Just as expected, Sirius was inside, sitting cross-legged on the floor. The Map was in front of him, and he was watching one name. Remus didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Hey, you." He sat down carefully. "How's Reg doing?"

"He's alright," Sirius mumbled.

Remus nodded, feeling a quick spike of guilt. "Have you been in here all day?"

"It's day?" Sirius glanced up. "Sorry. Couldn't sleep, and I kept remembering - anyway, sorry. Is it breakfast?"

"Past lunch," Remus admitted. "I got you some hot chocolate, here."

"Thanks." Sirius gave him a tired smile, but his eyes went back to the Map. "Were you studying?"

"Yeah." Remus watched Sirius watch the Map. "He's alright, you know. He's safe here."

Sirius nodded, dark waves falling forward to block his expression. "I know."

And though he'd been frustrated with James for doing the same thing earlier, Remus reached forward and slowly slid the Map away from Sirius. "He's okay, Pads. Take a break."

"I can't -"

"You can," Remus stopped him. "You can. It's okay." He folded the Map and set it down somewhere behind him, meeting familiar silver eyes. "Take a break."

Sirius's eyes flickered to the Map, but he nodded. "Okay." He fiddled with the charm on his necklace. "What do I do now?"

"Drink hot chocolate," Remus suggested. "And then we can take a walk outside. Maybe visit Reg for a bit so you can see him yourself."

Sirius bit his lip. "You don't have to keep studying?"

Studying would never be as important as making sure Sirius was okay. Remus wondered if Sirius knew that. "You're more important."

Then he shrugged. "Plus, James took my textbook."

Sirius laughed, smiling a real smile for the first time since Remus had come into the Room, and Remus felt a wave of relief.

Maybe taking a break was a good idea after all.

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headcanons: Spider-Man characters as your best friends

(summary) Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse characters as your best friends (headcanons)

(pairings) Miles Morales x reader, Gwen Stacy x reader, Hobie Brown x reader, Miguel O’Hara x reader, Peter B. Parker x reader, Jessica Drew x reader, Pavitr Prabhakar x reader, Earth-42!Miles Morales x reader

(genre) platonic friendship head canons

(also) this is all highly platonic as I am also including the kids and I don’t feel comfortable writing anything romantic for Gwen, Pav, Miles and Prowler!Miles

HAPPY READING!

Peter B. Parker

always taking his wife’s side even if she’s wrong just to piss him off

- But she told me that it doesn’t count as babysitting if I’m saving the city at the same time! – Peter was walking back and forth around your small apartment after a small spat with Mary.

- And she’s absolutely right, - you agreed while keeping an eye on Mayday who was hanging from your ceiling in one of her webs. – If the mask is on, babysitting duties are off...

getting blamed for teaching Mayday swear words, even though it was Hobie who taught her to say “fuck”

always being that friend that reminds him that his wife is way out of his league (even though you don’t actually think that and you do it just to tease him...)

constantly flirting with his wife just to annoy him

- I’m so sorry, babe, - Peter kissed Mary’s cheek. – I’ll make it for that date night. I promise.

- How about I take you out, Mary? I think you deserv-

- Y/N!! – you heard Peter yell from the other room. – STOP FLIRTING WITH MY WIFE!

You leaned closer to her and lowered your voice.

- I saw this cool new restaurant downtown-

Mary smiled at you, playfully shook her head and laughed.

- I’m married, - she flashed her ring.

You didn’t blink for a hot second before asking:

- Happily?

- Y/N!!! – you leaned back in your chair just in time to avoid a pillow that flew straight past your face.

regularly being woken up by Peter calling you up at night to pick him up from the other side of town because he didn’t feel like waking Mary up and had no problem ruining your sleep

his love language with you as his friend being quality time – after not spending a longer period of time with you because of his duties as Spider-Man or because he had only spent time with Mayday and his wife, he would randomly show up at your apartment and tag along while you were running errands (eating in your car with his feet on the dashboard, getting crumbs all over the seat while he’s telling you every little detail about the latest news in his life) – never ever forgetting that you’re his best friend

when Mayday’s old enough to go to school and she needs help with homework – both you and Peter constantly arguing about which answers are the correct ones and Mary ending up having to take Mayday to the other room because it devolves into an actual fight

Miguel O’Hara

him obviously having a soft spot for you that allowed you to get away with pretty much anything

- It was irresponsible, highly dangerous, reckless behavior that I cannot-

- It wasn’t us! – Gwen stepped in to defend her and Miles. – It was Y/N’s mission! We weren’t even there!

Miguel was silent for a second. Then he turned around to where you were sitting in his chair, calmly eating popcorn and enjoying the show. He brushed his palm over his face, as you watched in satisfaction him having an inner battle with himself.

- Anything to add? – you asked, smirking.

He shook his head in disappointment with one hand still on his hip as he pinched the bridge of his nose in between his fingers.

- Just... – he sighed, walked over and pushed your crossed ankles off his desk. – Just don’t do it again...

taking his clothes, especially because you know it annoys him

- So, I have this new hoodie-

- That’s MY hoodie.

- It WAS your hoodie. Any piece of clothing you haven’t worn for more than two months is officially up for grabs by your best friend. Best I can do now is name it “our” hoodie.

always using the best friend card in the workplace and getting away with essentially everything because you’re best friends with the boss

his love language being acts of service – mostly because he’s awkward with any words of affirmation so he would usually change a light bulb if he saw that one of yours was burnt out or change your tire when he saw that one was flat – and when you noticed it, he would just brush it off as if it was nothing, saying “that’s what friends are for”

you being kinda the only reason Miguel hasn’t died from overworking himself – you usually would force him to go home, take a shower and sleep at least eight hours – which he would object but then you would take his office key, lock him out and leave no room for arguments

having Lyla as your partner-in-crime – her giving you a lot of embarrassing material on Miguel and constantly snitching on where he is and what is he doing...

no man or woman that you’re dating is ever good enough for you – and ever if you end up in a serious relationship, Miguel’s loyalty always lies with you – his first priority is making sure that you’re safe and comfortable in any relationship

being drunk and calling Miguel up in the middle of the night (in one of the rare times he’s actually sleeping and not working himself into the ground)

- Hi? – he would sit up in his bed and stare at the phone where you were Face-timing him.

- Hi, - you said in all seriousness. – Ok. Bye.

Hobie Brown

accidentally developing a habit of not bringing your wallet with you when both of you went out to eat that resulted in him always paying for you

- I’ll get you next time, - you promised, still chewing on your burger.

- Uh-huh, - was all you heard before he pulled the check closer to his side of the table. – Just so you know – you’ll have to take out a loan to repay me for all this stuff, - he gestured towards the food with one of his fries.

- Well, who’s keeping count anyway-

- One thousand and fifteen dollars.

You had been friends for two years at that point so it wasn’t unbelievable or anything...

his love language being physical touch – Hobie wouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed to hug you whenever you or him needed a hug...

making a habit of stealing his food which initially annoyed him but then he compromised by making his orders larger to accommodate you

having quite romantic nicknames for each other, even though you’re just friends (names like “love”, “darling” and “babe”) but also randomly calling each other “bro” and “dude”

Hobie’s an excellent long-distance friend if one of you is out of town – calling you every day to make sure you’re safe and sound

if you have a pet, Hobie would have the biggest annoyed-dad energy – meaning, he would constantly complain about how clingy your pet/ pets are to him but occasionally you would catch him snuggling with the animal as if it was his own pet

if you don’t like some of your own family members, he hates them too, and if you have great relationship with your family – he loves them, no questions asked

Miles Morales

constantly cock-blocking him with Gwen like the annoying sibling you were

You watched your best friend and his crush sit on the balcony of the apartment building. At that point, Gwen had lightly touched his shoulder and you could’ve sworn you saw Miles melt into a puddle.

- HI! – you leaned out of your window that was right next to your best friend’s balcony. – HAVE WE MET? YOU’RE GWEN, RIGHT?

You saw Miles shake his head at you to go back inside your apartment. That only gave you more courage.

- Oh my god! – you grinned and reached out your hand over the space between your window and Miles’ balcony for Gwen to shake. – I’m Miles’ friend, Y/N. It’s such an honor to finally put a face to a name so talked about!

Gwen reached over to shake your hand.

- Really? – she looked unconvinced. – You’re talking about me to your friends, Miles?

He needed some time to find words, so instead your smile widened and you faked surprise:

- Is she the same girl whose hair you ripped out?

Gwen threw annoyed look at Miles who looked just as guilty as when it first happened.

- I have to say though, you can’t even see any difference, - you said when it was very clear that you could definitely see the shaved side of her head.

his love language being words of affirmation – especially after you found out he was Spider-Man and supported him no questions asked, he always let you know how much he appreciated you as his friend

when you first found out he’s Spider-Man, you got him a Spider-Man Halloween costume for his birthday and gifted it to him in front of his parents with a note attached just for him (and watched with satisfaction as Miles read “in case you ever need a backup” written on the paper)

if you’re taller than him – constantly testing his patience by reminding him by how much exactly he’s shorter than you – even though he’s a superhero and all that...

getting a driver’s licence before Miles – him being a very nervous driver so you take it upon yourself to teach him (and his dad being impressed by how much better he seems to get every time he’s driving with his son)

at one point, Miles’ dad to would catch you after you had thrown up some graffiti of your own but since you refused to call your folks because you knew they would be very, very mad, he would just sigh in annoyance and let you go with a warning

- If I catch you bragging about this to Miles, you’ll be right back here!

you making and selling Spider-Man merch but putting the most embarrassing photos of Miles on it just to annoy him

- Is that... Is that a photo of me with two birds glued to my hands?

- I believe that real life situations create the most amazing art, dude!

Jessica Drew

being constantly worried for her safety when she’s both pregnant and saving the city every day

You had developed a habit of becoming her designated driver so she wouldn’t swing back home on her webs.

- Hey, - you called out to your friend as soon as she had given her statement about the robbery to the police. – Get in!

You opened the passenger side door of your car.

Jessica had to take a double look when she saw you just casually waiting to pick her up after a fight.

- Y/N? – she looked around surprised. – What are you doing here?

- Apparently, I’m giving a ride home to a reckless pregnant lady, - you yawned and pointed to the passenger seat. – In.

She walked around and got in – really no point in refusing a free ride home when you’re already here.

- Are you in your pajamas? – she looked you over when you started the car.

- It’s one in the morning, - you pulled out of the parking lot. – Of course, I’m wearing pajamas.

- How did you even know where I was?

- I have a Spidey-sense of my own that’s called “my best friend is back on some bullshit that police could’ve sorted out themselves”, - you yawned again and then pointed towards her. – I have tracker in your boot’s heel.

Jessica’s love language being acts of service – which was matching to yours; essentially both of you doing little things for one another (you always dropping her off and picking her back up for any and all pregnancy-related appointments, her making more food so it’s enough for you too, her texting you where there’s less traffic while going about her day as Spider-Woman so you can get to work easier, you later on becoming a godmother/ godfather for her baby and spoiling that child to no end)

saying goodbye to each other like a married couple

- Drive safe, honey! Text me when you’re home!

- I will, darling! Love ya!

Earth-42!Miles Morales

becoming friends after you accidentally caught him in one of your security system traps that you had been developing

- Oh so it works, - you muttered under your breath, as Miles watched you press some buttons on your tablet. – This prototype alone, if sold, could get me a nice apart-

- Hey! – you turned towards where the intruder was trapped in your artificial web trap. – I really don’t have time for this bullshi-

You knew the Prowler. Or, more specifically, you had heard of him. At that point, you had never actually seen him in person. And you weren’t actually seeing him now – he was still in his suit.

- You broke into my lab, - you clarified. – Do you think I have time for your bullshit?

Instead of panicking, calling the security or the police, you simply put down the tablet, kicked your feet up on the table in front of you and opened a juice box.

For a small moment, the intruder stopped struggling, as if too bewildered by your reaction.

You raised your eyebrows, awaiting some sort of a threat or question...

- How are you even here? – a low voice – no doubt changed by a voice modulator – asked. – It’s a national holiday. No one was supposed to be here!

- Oh yeah, - you threw your empty juice box over the lab, straight into trash. – My boss made me stay overnight. Apparently, the security system prototype was supposed to be ready yesterday but I had taken a sick day so...

- What an asshole, - your captive murmured under his breath.

- Ain’t that the truth, - you agreed. – So, what are you after, - you looked into your tablet one more time before adding, - Miles Morales.

He was definitely surprised. After the initial shock, he took off his mask.

- How did you know who I am?

- I didn’t, - you turned your tablet towards him. – Well, not until my webs touched you and pulled any and all DNA data they could from you. Then, the program ran diagnostics through all collected DNA data from all over the world and – boom – a genetics match found identical to Miles Morales!

getting along very well with his uncle – something that Miles says annoys him but secretly he enjoys having more people that resemble a family to him, especially since his dad is gone

his love language being gift giving – Earth-42!Miles getting you a particular part for your tech that you’ve been looking for all over the city but instead of saying something – anything – he would just awkwardly thrust it into your hands, murmur something along the lines of “I got this for you” and immediately leave

if you’re single on Valentine’s day, you would order a pizza and hang around with Miles – he would say it’s sad that you have to hang out with your best friend but would actually appreciate the company

Gwen Stacy

taking dozens of photos of Gwen’s hair after the-Miles-incident where she had some of her hair ripped out

- No, stop! – Gwen tried to slap your phone out of your hand. – This is humiliating enough without lasting evidence!

- This is gonna be my Christmas card this year!

to outsiders it looks like you don’t like each other at all – both of you constantly bickering like siblings and yelling like a married couple; and both of you being surprised and taken aback when somebody genuinely points out that you should be nicer to one another (and immediately laughing when anyone assumes you hate each other...)

·       you always rely on Gwen to tell you the truth – no matter how harsh it is

- I think it went over well, - you said, as soon as your crush had left your lunch table.

When she hadn’t said anything, you turned to see her watching you with a blank look on her face.

- Your kidding, right? – she raised an eyebrow. – It was so awkward to watch I would’ve chosen to watch paint dry! That guy’s a dick! How can you even like that moron?

essentially having lots of your stuff over at her place and lots of her things at yours – and it’s gotten to a point where both of you have freed some space up in your desks, closets and dressers for your friend to comfortably leave their things in

constantly staying over at the other’s place – both your and her parents no longer surprised when one of you emerge to eat breakfast with everybody else there

Gwen’s love language being physical touch – especially if she’s nervous or anxious, she would wrap her pinky finger around yours just to know that you’re there

Pavitr Prabhakar

forever and always saying “Chai tea” just to piss him off

- Let’s get some Chai tea!

- Say it right and we might.

- I got you some Chai tea!

- I’m not drinking it if you keep saying it wrong!

- You know what I’m craving? Ch-

- I swear to god-

one of you constantly finding and perfecting some sort of a “talent” or “skill” – like juggling or doing a headstand – and the other one always trying to ruin the performance by knocking out one of the balls while juggling or making the other fall while doing a headstand

Pav’s love language being giving gifts – especially food; with him being Spider-Man, you would often text him while he was running errands and keeping peace all over the city to ask him to get you a particular snack (at some point, he had memorized your favorite places and would just get you something even before you asked – especially if he needed a favour from you and wanted to butter you up before asking...)

fighting for the sake of fighting

- YOU’RE SO WRONG! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW WRONG YOU ARE!?

- ACTUALLY, I REALIZED I WAS WRONG, LIKE, TEN MINUTES AGO! BUT THEN YOU SAID SOME DUMB SHIT AND I DECIDED THAT I COULDN’T LET YOU WIN!

him accidentally pushing you out of the first story window when his crush unexpectedly came over and you were asleep on his couch (insert: Cameron Diaz’s character in The Other Woman being pushed out of the window) and you bringing it up any time you need a favor from him

- I can’t just do that! That’s borderline a crime!

- So is throwing your friend out of a window, Pav!

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⚡︎ pairing: wayne mccullough x reader 

⚡︎ request: Hi! Can u write something for Wayne McCullough? Maybe reader and wayne had an argument and stop talking for a bit? maybe a lil smut in there too? If u write that!

⚡︎ summary: you and wayne talk about a serious topic and take a break from each other. eventually feeling the need to be around each other.

⚡︎ warning: arguing, rusty writing, a few curse words, some angst, some fluff, happy ending

⚡︎ words: 2,986

⚡︎ a/n: hiiii, first writing entry and its a request! i am so excited to be writing again, i have the motivation now. unfortunately there is no smut in this :( i dont think i’m ready for that- at least not yet. if there’s anything wrong or if it's good, feedback would be amazing! but yeah, happy reading! <33

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“I told you it wasn’t a big deal,” you said, dabbing the cotton ball on his face where the evidence of a recent fight displayed on his face. He was looking at you with such adoration and admiration, almost like you were the greatest thing he’s ever seen in his life. He was silent sitting on the toilet lid, mainly because he was admiring your features. You noticed “hey, you hear me?” you asked, pausing for a moment.

You get back close to him, putting alcohol on another cotton ball and then pressing it to his eyebrow. It’s painful, you know it’s painful. But he doesn’t show any signs of being in pain, he doesn’t even make a noise. You continue to do what you can, unfortunately for him, you aren’t a nurse. 

You get back close to him, putting alcohol on another cotton ball and then pressing it to his eyebrow. It’s painful, you know it’s painful. But he doesn’t show any signs of being in pain, he doesn’t even make a noise. You continue to do what you can, unfortunately for him, you aren’t a nurse. 

You get back close to him, putting alcohol on another cotton ball and then pressing it to his eyebrow. It’s painful, you know it’s painful. But he doesn’t show any signs of being in pain, he doesn’t even make a noise. You continue to do what you can, unfortunately for him, you aren’t a nurse. 

The both of you were ushered over to his bedroom, Wayne collapsing on the bed, you on the floor, getting out your homework. Wayne watches you do the thing he’s never even thought about doing, it confuses him how someone like you, can be with someone like him. But as he’s analyzing you, he’s noticing the emotion displayed on your face, you look angry, and disappointed.

You feel him’s eyes behind you, you turn back and you were right, his eyes were on you. “Why don’t you take a nap? You look tired” you tell him. He does look tired, exhausted even. “You look upset,” Wayne says, his voice quiet and small. 

“I am. But we can talk about it after your nap” 

“ I don’t want you to be angry” he responds. 

“I’ll be thinking about my homework, just please nap,” you say turning back to your homework. Wayne sits up on his bed, no longer laying. 

“I don’t want to nap while you’re angry at me” he clarifies, he’s still watching you.

You pause for a moment and look back at him, “Wayne please, can we talk about this after you sleep? You’re tired and hurt, we shouldn’t worry about this now”

He’s been like that. He doesn’t run away from his problems or his issues, he likes to address them to you. You’re the opposite, you aren’t as vocal with your conflicts as he is, but you try to be; you’ve gotten better, but moments like these can still happen. 

This isn’t the first conflict you’ve had in your relationship with Wayne. The first time started like this, you don’t tell him what’s wrong, he doesn’t want you to leave upset with him, you talk about it, you hug, you kiss, you move on, and you learn. Wayne doesn’t mean to pressure you, that’s the last thing he wants to do, he knows your breaking point and he steers clear of it. 

“Please,” he says, his voice soft, pleading with you. This is his final move before he drops it and naps, you know he’s tired, you know you didn’t want to bring it up now. But you could never say no to Wayne McCullough.

You got off the floor and started to pace back and forth in front of him. You try to speak but the words don’t come out. Wayne gets up and holds you in his arms, this is his way of trying to calm you down. He looks down at you, you look up at him. You shake your head and separate from him. 

“When I told you about the things Carson said, I told you not to worry about it and it wasn’t a big deal. The next day, after I kiss you on the cheek to go to class with Del, I hear yelling and screaming outside the room. When I walk out, I see my boyfriend on the floor with him” You say, Wayne, listening and slowly nodding. He stopped nodding after you reminded him of the kiss on the cheek. “The last thing I want Wayne, are you getting hurt”

“I’m not hurt though. I’m alright, look” His accent pops out, and his arms rise. “Wayne, look at your face in the mirror,” you say. He goes to his bathroom and looks in the mirror, “I’m fine, you should see ‘em” He tries to reassure you but you still aren’t convinced. 

“I didn’t want you to hurt him” you add.

“He was saying things about you.. ‘bout us,” Wayne says

“And that’s okay. He doesn't know me, he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know us... We shouldn’t worry about people that don’t know a thing about us” You try to tell him but his facial expression shows he isn’t too convinced. 

“I didn’t like what he was sayin’. He now knows not to speak about you” he says, he takes your hand but you pull away. He looks up at you, confused. Why did you take your hand out of his?

You shake your head at him, “I understand that but we don’t always have to use our fists. I have told you this time and time again” 

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you became friends with Wayne. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to like him more than a friend. You knew what would happen if he liked you back if you started dating, but you were willing to deal with the consequences because you liked him that much. 

What you didn’t realize, was when he would like you, when he would dated you, he was much more overprotective. You loved it, you love him, and you still love it. But the number of fights he was usually in increased, by a lot. You were worried about him and his future, your future with him. 

Wayne looked back at you, you know he means well, you know he’s trying to understand what you’re saying; but he doesn’t agree with it, he doesn’t believe in it. “I’m doing what’s right,” he said lowly, you shook your head again.

“You’re doing what you think is right”

“I’m defending you, showing him not to mess with you” 

“But there are other ways to do it. Threaten him for all I care, but you can’t keep hurting people. You could’ve gotten expelled, you’re lucky you’re Principal Cole’s favorite!” You say, now you’re getting frustrated, mainly because this isn’t the first time this topic has been brought up.

Wayne’s silent, listening to your thoughts and your feelings.

“I just want what’s best for you,” You say quietly.

“What’s best for me, is protecting you”

“I don’t always need a fight, Wayne!” you say loudly.

You didn’t want to raise your voice. You never wanted to, you never have. You realize what you’ve done when you hear the echo from the room. 

You pause for a moment, then sigh. You get low to the floor, collecting the homework and the books, and the pens you had taken out prior. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asks, taking a step closer. 

“I think it’s best if I go home, and if we just take a break from each other”

“What?” he says. He’s confused, how did everything escalate so quickly so shortly? If it’s about you raising your voice at him, he doesn’t care. He enjoys it.

“We’re too protective of each other. We want what we think is right for each other too much. We’ll just spend some time apart and then come back to talk about it” You explain, putting your backpack on your back.

“But what if I don’t want to be apart from you?”

You smile at him. You take a few steps forward and wrap your arms around him, Wayne following suit. 

“I’m not breaking up with you. Just taking a step back from seeing you as much. Just until Sunday.” You say, your head on his shoulder. You feel his heartbeat against yours, it’s beating quicker than normal, quicker than you’d like.  

Wayne is silent. He doesn’t want to be away from you. He already feels like he doesn’t see you enough. You aren’t breaking up with him but why does it feel like you are? But it’s what you want. He could never say no to you.

He sighs and nods, a word not being able to come out. You kiss his cheek, “I’m sorry about raising my voice. I shouldn’t have done that”

“If I say I forgive you, would you stay?”

You laugh lightly and separate from him. “I’ll see you around, Wayne,” you say, walking out of his room, going down the stairs, then leaving his house. Walking home. Alone. Missing him already. 

Wayne knew he was going to have a terrible time. He wouldn’t make it through Sunday. The problem is today was Wednesday. 

He groans and looks outside his window, watching you walk home. He sighs and lands on his bed. It smells like you, he thought. 

This was going to troubling week.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You woke up the Thursday morning and you were already regretting the idea of spending time apart. You felt terrible for even suggesting the idea. But then again, it hadn’t even been 12 hours since you left his house.

You went to school that day and to say it wasn’t the best would be an understatement. You were late to practically all of your classes, you had a bad attitude the entire day, even arguing with your teacher, and you tried talking to Del but it felt like you were missing another part of yourself. 

Wayne had avoided you at all costs, he even convinced Orlando to avoid you. He mainly did this because he knew if he were to see you, he would fail. You wanted a break from each other and he was making sure he would give it to you.

You went home Thursday with your headphones in your ear, usually, you would share one with Wayne. You kept thinking about him the entire day. So much to the point that when you stopped and looked up, you were in front of his house. You shook your head and later walked home. Wayne is still on your mind. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Friday came and went, having another miserable time. The only difference was you saw Wayne. He was already looking at you and it took everything in you to not run up to him and kiss his cute face, his cute lips, and his cute everything. 

But you didn’t.

You looked at him and smiled, putting up two fingers to signify two more days.

Wayne was never a smiler before he met you, and when he was friends with you he didn’t smile much. But when he started to date you. Anytime you caught him looking, he would smile at you. When you put up your two fingers he smiled. That was the hope he needed.

Now it’s Saturday, and you were in desperate need of his company. But you made it this far, so you called Del who quickly came over. 

You and Del were in your room, talking about anything and everything. School, friends, family, stories. You were having a much-needed girl talk and a good time. 

“Yeah, Wayne’s dad used to call him, asshole Tommy Cole” You laughed with her

You were having a good time until she brought up your current situation. 

“What’s up with you and Wayne anyway?” she asked

You looked at her, “we’re taking a break from each other” you sighed, her eyes wide. “Not like we’ve broken up! Just that we’re spending time apart”

“Let me guess, you were the one that said it”

“How did you know?” You asked, Del just laughed. “Wayne looked like shit. It’s like he’s back to how he used to be when you guys weren’t dating. So mopey and quiet. Whisperin’ things like ‘this remind me of Y/N or whateva’. It was annoying at first but now it’s sad” she said, you closed your eyes shut, that was the last thing you needed to hear. 

You groaned, putting your pillow over your face. 

“Oh it’s both ways, huh” Del laughed as you continued to groan into your pillow.

“It’s like I didn’t realize how much I was around him until I’m no longer near him. And god Del, I know how much you hate romance but I miss him so much! Like I almost feel empty without him” You complained, Del just continuing to laugh at you. 

“Why are you here with me then? Go get ‘em!” she told you

“I can’t just run back after I was the one that told him we needed time apart just until Sunday”

“Why did you suggest it in the first place?” 

“Because of the fight with Carson. I didn’t want him to fight Carson but I especially didn’t want him getting hurt” You vent, 

“He’s fuckin’ Wayne. Nothing and I mean, nothin’ hurts the kid” Del said.

“I just don’t like seeing him like that. We disagreed because we protect each other too much. He fights for me and I argue with him because he fights for me.” You sigh. Del is quiet for a moment.

“Tomorrow’s Sunday. The first thing you do tomorrow is said exactly that. I’m sure he’ll understand now. Plus you two can’t break up” Del said, getting off of your bed. 

“Why can’t we break up?” You asked,

“You two are the only reason I believe in love again,” Del said, you smiled at her, “I’m gonna go so you can mope about ‘em some more”

You got off your floor and hugged her, “thanks for this. I needed this” you said 

Del was still at first but then accepted the hug, putting her arms around you and hugging you back.

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It was Sunday.

Wayne woke up still feeling empty without you, he hates this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any sleep since you left Wednesday night, he hasn’t been eating as much, and he hasn't spoken to Orlando or Del since Friday. He’s a wreck.

The doorbell goes off and he wonders who in their right mind would be up this early. He looked at his side table and noticed the time. It was two in the afternoon. 

He walked down the stairs and opened the door, seeing you and your gorgeous smile. 

“Hey,” he says

“Hi,” You say.

The two of you are not silent, an awkward silence.

“Can I come in?” You ask, it’s almost like his face lights up. He nods and looks up the stairs, you already knew where to go after.

You walked in and went up the stairs, walking into his bedroom. The room was silent again once he closed the door.

“I missed you,” Wayne said, you smiled, “I missed you too” you respond. The room was silent again. 

“I thought about everything,” you tell him. The expression on his face went pale. It was like his heart had been taken out of his body.

“Are you- are you breakin’ up with me?” his voice quiet, gentle, soft, scared. 

You were silent, why would he ever-

You took steps toward him and kissed his soft, pale pink lips. God, you’ve missed the feeling of them. Your hand was on his face, his hands held onto your waist, almost like if he let go, you would disappear. If there was one thing you learned about Wayne it was that he is very gentle with his kisses and although he doesn’t speak to most people, he was an amazing kisser. 

You separated your lips from his to breathe, “I would never, and I mean. Never. Break up with you, Wayne McCullough.” You pecked his lips one more time, but he still held onto you.

“What’d you think about?” He asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Us, what we could do. I think I found a solution” You tell him, your face still close to him.

He doesn’t say words for you to know to continue speaking. “What if I’ll stop worrying as much, about you, about your fights, everything? If and only if, you don’t fight as much”

“A fight every two weeks?” He asks, 

“How ‘bout a fight a month,” you say.

He thinks about it. Fighting doesn’t include warning people, you both knew that if something were to happen, he could use other ways. Rough them up a bit maybe. 

“If I agree to this, can I kiss you?”

You giggle a bit and nod. He wastes no time and kisses you again, trying to pull you closer to him as if you aren't as close as you could get. After about a minute you separate. 

“Pinky promise me,” you tell him, putting your pinky up. He looks at you, at your pinky, then he rolls his eyes. His pinky then wraps around yours.

“I pinky promise” 

You giggle again, kissing him again. God, you could do this for hours.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says breathily. It was the first time he’s said it. 

You smiled.

“I love you, Wayne”

He kisses both of your cheeks, your nose, your smile lines, then finally your lips. The rest of the day is spent telling each other how being apart felt and agreeing to never do it again. Once the sun was settling you started to watch a movie. Wayne fell asleep in your arms shortly after, you noticed and kissed the top of his head.

god, this was so cute, i love it here.

[cheesus-doodles]

i was thinking about a fluffy sleepover with bf kazutora…he’s so cute

happy birthday tory!! also no kazutora bday goods??

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With BFF Kazutora, even if he isn't yandere (in my opinion, that would be a miracle in itself), think extremely, extremely clingy. But let's say it froze in hell and this is normal non-yandere BFF Kazutora.

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12 years past Kazutora would be absolutely delighted by your suggestion of a sleepover at your place. Yes sure, he had been in your bedroom multiple times before, this boy has even napped and cuddled with you previously. It's not even his first sleepover - you're his bestfriend, no doubt Kazutora has already spent countless nights over at your place, be it whether he just doesn't want to go home or for convenience.

When he turns up with snacks, you already have his set of favorite matching PJs ready for him to change into after he showers (of course you do), and there's definitely some kind of routine the two of you always follow when it comes to sleepovers.

First off, shower and change. Then right after, it's TV time. Always TV time.

The two of you will line an area of the floor of your room with pillows and plushies to make a comfy fort, following which you will put on whatever show it is you want to watch. You get to watch one show, and then Kazutora gets to pick one, and the two of you would be happy to eat snacks and sip on hot chocolate in silence. This Toman delinquent will always swear up and down that the hot chocolate you make is unbeatable, so every sleepover now includes one (1) mandatory cup (if not he will cry and say you hate him).

After that, if there is homework to be done for the next day, you will usually work with Tory to get that sorted out. But be it whether there is or isn't, during this time is usually when you two start chatting about whatever it is that happened during the day. Neither you nor Kazutora ever keep secrets from each other, so even though you disapprove of him getting into fights, the yellow and black haired boy will still tell you about all the fights he got into that day, and in return, you will tell him about your classes and the freshest classroom gossip.

Finally, the last step before actually going to sleep always has to be pillow fight. It will always start out of nowhere, with sometimes you ambushing Kazutora with a whack to the back of his head as he is returning to your room from the bathroom, and other times Tory taking it upon himself to end homework time prematurely by smothering you with a giant plush.

And you two don't pull any punches when it comes to pillow fights. Free-for-all, the two of you hurling plushies and pillows at each other from across the room, giggling and laughing as you tried to dodge the missile aimed straight for you from the other and vice versa.

Kazutora always sleeps in your bed. This boy won't be sleeping anywhere else but right next to you in the same bed. Suggesting other alternatives will only earn you the kicked puppy look and a huge crying tantrum if the former doesn't work, the whole yard. Contrary to popular belief, this boy is actually super fussy about where he sleeps, the type of bed and pillows he likes etc, everything you, as his bestfriend, would already know.

So you always makes sure to fluff up his pillow, tuck him in and give him a kiss on his forehead before you snuggle in yourself, and the minutes left before you fall asleep would be spent reassuring this poor boy that yes you really were his bestfriend, and that no, you didn't plan on breaking this friendship ever. Because even if the two of you have been friends for years on end and been through thick and thin together, Kazutora is just simply to insecure to ever believe anyone would want to stick by him.

And this boy can grip. Clamps on to you in his sleep and absolutely will not let go whatsoever, so if he hasn't woken by the time you need to head to school, you can forget about it.

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12 years Timeskip Kazutora is a lot more mentally stable and confident in his relationships, but that doesn't mean that he is any less attached at the hip when it comes to you. Still loves sleepovers as much as he did as a kid, and takes every opportunity to do so whenever your schedule permits (because let's be real, you were the more responsible of the two and had a real, grown-up job). Sometimes its arranged, sometimes its impromptu when Kazutora feels the urge to, and he would just roll up and stroll in like he owns the place, if he didn't already all but move in with you.

Any sleepover still follows the same exact steps as twelve years prior, and he still has a favorite set of sleepover PJs that matches with yours. Though you were usually more than happy to accommodate your Tory, he isn't exactly the person with the best habits, and you sometimes find yourself having to take the next day off work because you had a sudden sleepover sprung on you.

A walking radiator who prefers to sleep shirtless, still loves to snuggle with you and his sleep habit of clamping on to you and never letting go has not let up, which is one of the main reasons you try to dodge weekday sleepovers. Kazutora is the ultimate enabler though, encouraging you to take the time off and spend the time with him, and usually has to be disciplined with a (loving) smack to the back of his head.

Still will cry if he doesn't get his hot chocolate or you don't tuck him in and kiss him on the forehead, so this boy never really did grow up much.

[helluvaartcritique]

I’d love if you critiqued the pride art helluva Twitter acc just dropped, I would but there’s way too much for me to even start with and I wanted to hear your opinion

just the art cause for some reason my brain is so confused.

Apologies for the late response, anon, but here we go!

My eyes.......

As someone who is queer myself, so many of these characters just fall into stereotypes or aren't the best representation.

1. Chaz wanting to fuck everything is a horrible representation of pansexual people.

2. The only Asexual people being a teenager (which is fine) and the fat man who abuses Fizz and is ugly yay /s (Vivziepop has a habit of misrepresenting asexuals, and as one myself, it can be pretty hard to watch.)

3. Sallie Mae is the ONLY lesbian we have? Nothing else? Wow.

4. I'm also including the lack of enby/nonbinary representation. For a queer show you'd think they include them.

5. There's a lot of pansexuals, and while it does seem nice, quality doesn't equal quantity. We have Chaz (mentioned before), Blitz (who sleeps with everyone), Barbie (a literal groomer), Ozzie (which isn't bad since he's the Sin of Lust, but eh), Queen Bee (I actually like this one, mostly because I like Bee) and a bunch of random background extras who I don't even know their names.

6. Why is that parrot guy here? Does he have a name?

7. Andre having feathers in his hair is typically a no go as it feeds into a harmful stereotype about Indigenous people.

8. Where is my boy Cole?

9. Also it'd be nice if these were confirmed in the show instead of the wiki. I don't have to do homework.

Alright, now onto the art! Hoo boy....

First off, all of the characters and flags are fighting for my attention to the point where I'm not sure what I'm looking at.

The first time I saw this, my eyes were led to Bee, as her and her lava lamp made her stand out.

The mishmash of colors made it hard to focus on Bee for long, as I was trying to figure out where everyone was. And yes, I get it, it's a Pride parade, there's gonna be rainbow colors, but at least make it so I know what I'm looking at here. They all blend in.

Apologies if my thoughts are a bit jumbled at the moment, I'm a bit sleep deprived right now.