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13 spoiler-free reasons why you should read Mairimashita! Iruma-kun
...if you haven't done so already 👀 (With "spoiler-free" I mean I'm not describing plot points or characters, but under the cut I'll discuss the overarching themes, so be warned if that's too much for you. The first 7 reasons may be enough lol)
It's both funny AND wholesome. I literally can't read it without laughing out loud, and there are a bunch of chapters that make me cry every time I read them.
It's clever! The Japanese version contains several puns based on the kanji "魔" (read "ma", = devil, demon), starting from the title, but it's a recurring pun. The English translation adapts them pretty well. Plus, there are some of the best plot twists in recorded history (IMO). And the names and characteristics of most characters are based on real-life demonology.
It's queer AF. Like, really gay. There are explicitly homoromantic relationships and several nonbinary and gender non-conforming characters. One of these is the best unashamedly nonbinary character ever written. Plus, the manga premise can be seen as an allegory of hiding in the closet. The only thing that made me uncomfortable because of cisnormativity (boys in drag as a joke) is completely fixed in later chapters, and very well so.
It's feminist, without being preachy or paternalistic. Simply put, the women/girls are three-dimensional, complex characters, as the norm should be. And there are lots of them, without it being a harem (...the harem trope is actually used as a joke).
It's spooky and adorable, imagine Halloween vibes all year round. Both main and background characters are super diverse, and if you like monsters there is stuff for you.
Most characters are neurodivergent-coded. It's basically the autistic/ADHD manga.
The art is phenomenal. It's especially good to see the improvement of the art style over the years (the first chapter was published in 2017 and the manga is ongoing). Some panels are really breathtaking.
8. The story is about personal growth - like most shounen manga, fair enough. But the protagonist, Iruma, is so far from toxic masculinity I dare say he's the antidote to it.
9. It's also about found family, the discovery of unconditional love, and trust, and healing from familial trauma.
10. It's about finding a group of friends you belong to, and transforming your weirdness into a strength, identifying and cultivating what you're good at instead of fitting into a mold.
11. It's about the beauty of learning in your own way, and the importance of education and the shaping of future generations.
12. And the reason why I opened this blog: it's about fascism and fighting against it. I mean real fascism, as in "a powerful individual/group wants society to be hierarchical and oppress certain minorities, elevating a specific subset of the population based on intrinsic characteristics which are being misleadingly treated as merits". Ethno-nationalistic stuff. More specifically, it's about being a somewhat politically illiterate person, who learns about systems of oppression beyond personal injustices. It's about questioning what is the best way to arrange society.
13. Most importantly, this manga gives you hope about the future, something I find harder and harder to have. Hopelessness is dangerous - as people without hope stop fighting. This manga makes me actively feel better. Since it's ongoing I can't ensure it will always remain that way, but I've come to trust the author enough that I expect it to.
#osamu nish my beloved#this manga was seriously life-changing for me#i can't overstate this#partially writing this post as a reference for myself#because i recommend m!ik to most people i know#so i have all the reasons in one place lmao#feel free to use this the same way#mairimashita! iruma kun#m!ik#welcome to demon school iruma kun#wtdsik#iruma kun#mairuma
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My person (Charles Leclerc)
Your brother's best friend is sure you were made for eachother
Note: english is not my first language. Most times I read a brother's best friend trope, it's usually the reader going after the boy, so I felt like doing things a little bit different (also, my brain got a bit jumbled because I was wondering about the perspective, and in the end I went with reader being Joris' twin). Also, I always feel a little bit of impostor's syndrome whenever I post these tropes for which I've read many great pieces about it, and I never know if my ones are good enough to be posted but we're going with it
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!
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Most people thought having a twin brother was bitter sweet because while you had to share everything since the womb, you had a brother so there came a time where you wanted to have different toys, different rooms and different styles.
Different friends, however, was never a question. Even with different interests, you and Joris often came as a duo, so both of your friend groups were pretty close.
"We're going to Charles' apartment to watch the football game, are you joining us?", Joris asked, throwing himself on your sofa and partially occupying your personal space, "Marta is going to be over and I think she's taking Chiara with her, too".
You don't remember a time where Charles wasn't in your life. Your brother knew him since they were in kindergarten and so there wasn't a memory where he wasn't involved. Which brought you to the last time you were with him, just a week before.
Charles spent the afternoon with Joris at your brother's apartment, wanting to relax and game for the rest of the day.
"It's Y/N", Charles said as he gave Joris his ringing phone, your caller ID prompting him to pick the calk up right away, "can you come and get me, please?", he heard you faintly as Joris got up straight away, listening to whatever you were telling as he put on his trainers and jacket.
"Y/N needs me to pick her up from the café - turns out her date thought she wouldn't mind going home on her own", Joris rolled his eyes, "it will be quick, you're good on your own here?", he checked with Charles, "sure", the driver assured, unpausing the game and carrying on.
Another date and another disappointment for you, Charles thought. While you weren't as close as his brother was to him, he still knew about your life as much as your other friends, and lately you had been looking for someone, your person, you claimed. Luck had yet to join your search as every date you went on seemed to go between bad and awful.
If he had the courage to come clean about his feelings, maybe things would be different. For a while, yes, you were Joris' twin sister and that was it. You were a cool girl and he didn't mind spending time with you or having your hang out with their group, but things changed when you went to university.
Maybe it was your glow up, although you never needed one to catch his eye in the first place, but year after year, you grew to exude confidence, your natural beauty enhanced as you turned into a charming, caring and kind young woman.
Since he didn't want to ruin the bond you had, he watched it all happen from the sidelines. How happy you sounded whenever you had a date later in the week, whenever a cute guy came up to you in the club and how you squealed "I think this one might be the one!" as you excused yourself and declined dinner invitations from the group for a date.
He heard the door open and then close, footsteps approaching the living room as he paused the game just in time for you to sit on the sofa, "what's up, Leclerc?", you nudged his shoulder.
"I'm good, how are you?", he quesioned, "I guess that one isn't the love of your life either?", he semi joked.
"He was certifiable, at the very least", you began as the boys chuckled, "Hey! I'm qualified to make such appreciation! He kept talking about himself and he was borderline sexist, but then he said I would be fine going home on my own? I don't know, it was a mess and I can't believe I even experienced that - I'm going to pretend it was a fever dream", you shrugged your shoulders, "I was expecting to spend the afternoon with him - thank Goodness I didn't, - and the construction work at my place is still going so I don't have anywhere to go, I'm sorry if I'm crashing your afternoon", you gulped.
"It's fine, it's nice having company other than us two playing and screaming at eachother", Charles smiled as Joris shrugged his shoulders, "you're already staying her until the building work is done", you brother offered.
"I wasn't asking you, silly; you're my twin, dealing with me it's something that comes with the job", you winked.
When it came to dinner time, the three of you decided to have take out, your brother calling the restaurant and scheduling a time for him to pick it up, "I'm going to shower", you said as you got up from the sofa, heading to the guest room you were staying in.
By the time you got out, your heard Joris shout that he was leaving while you put on some comfy clothes for the evening in. When you went to the balcony so your towels could air dry for a bit, you sat in the padded chair, looking out to the sunset.
He would come, you thought. It wasn't particularly a manifestation or a "throw it at the universe" kind of thing, but rather something to reassure yourself. You were worthy of the standards you set for yourself and there was someone out there for you, and he would come.
"Hey", Charles stepped into the balcony, coming to sit in the chair next to yours, "a cent for your thoughts?", he smiled softly, the warm yellow and orange light hitting his eyes in a glowy hue.
"Do you believe that the right person for you is out there?", you shot softly.
"I know she is", Charles gulped, "Oh, confident!", you giggled softly, "but it's nice, better than being sulky like me".
"I'm not sure how much better it is. I know she is out there, but it's a little more complicated than just going up to her and tell her that", he played with hia thumbs.
"So you're chickening out?", you quirked your eyebrow, partly teasing him but genuinely curious about it. You didn't have enough fingers to count how many girls tried to approach you and befriend you with the only goal of getting into a friendship circle that would lead them to Charles, and he could probably chat up anyone he wanted, so it was hard for you to understand how he didn't have the love of his life with him yet.
"It's not chickening out if you think it might cause some issues with your friends, I think. I'm being prudent, that's all", Charles tried, wanting to take the opportunity to try and see where you stood. Girls were usually sharper than guys, so you said many times, maybe you'd take the hint.
"If I knew who the love of my life was, I would go to him and never look back. I know it sounds silly, but I wouldn't want to be away from him a second longer, it would be quite shitty if he was in a relationship", you mused, "but if we were really meant to be together - if it was a both ways kind of thing - he would know it, right? Goodness, sound a bit like a romantic sop, don't I?", you chuckled, "but I would fight for him, for us".
Charles felt inspired before he felt a little angry. Here you here saying you would fight until you found your person when he was right there. If it really worked as a both ways thing, you'd have to know and feel the person you kept looking for was him. He broke into a full belly laugh as he stated at you. No make-up, hair sitting in its natural wave and comfy clothes, you never looked so beautiful to him.
"Would you let me fight for us, too?", he mused quietly but loud enough for you to hear, "would you want me to do that?".
Giggling at him, you could only shake your head at his words, "I know this sound silly - Joris teases me enough about it enough", you groaned as your hands covered your face.
"I'm not joking or teasing", Charles clarified, turning to face you on the chair, "All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them", Charles stated, "whenever you talk about your dates before you go on them, you're so hopeful that that guy will be the one, you look forward to it like it will be that time, and you never looked at me that way when I constantly make efforts to hung the stars and the moon for you and stand there hoping they get to you".
His confession took you off guard. Charles just admitted he liked you, in a way with words that was more elaborate than what any of your dates had ever told you combined.
"I thought you were being nice?! Was this some sort of plan?!", you quesioned immediately. He had been around you your whole life, you surely would've noticed it, wouldn't you?
Charles chuckled in a way you found a smidge belittling, "it wasn't a plan! Y/N, I have not been planning this or doing some strategy, it just happened out of nowhere!", Charles bit back, "like you said, the person for me is out there and she's you!".
The noise from the door pulled both of you out your discussion, your brother's singalong voice announcing he was back with the food.
Dusting your sweatpants, you stepped back inside the living room, shaking off the jitters you had as your brother scrunched up his face, "is everything okay?", he asked.
"Of course, I'm just hungry and you drove like a grandpa here", you bickered back as Charles joined you at the table, "I'll get the cutlery and plates from the kitchen", you mumbled.
The dinner was eaten quietly on your side, Charles and Joris making most of the conversation as you exchanged a few looks with the Formula One driver, your twin brother seemingly obvious as he carried on as usual, "I'm going to bed", you said after helping tidy, "are you sure? We were going to watch something on TV?", Joris asked you.
"I'm getting a headache, so I'll pass, good night boys", you gave them tight lipped smile.
In the bedroom, you changed into your pyjamas and finished your night-time routine and got under the sheets, Charles' words replaying as you looked at the ceiling.
"Y/N? Are you joining us or not? Do you have any plans?", Joris insisted, "you've been weird lately", he pointed out.
"I'll join you, yes, just need to get my hoodie and then I'll be good to go", you scrambled out as your heart beat faster inside your chest.
Joris offered to drive to Charles' apartment, getting there when Riccardo, Marta and little Chiara were alresdy inside with Charles.
"The rest of the group couldn't come, so it's just us", Riccardo said as he noticed your expression, "what a shame, more food for us!", you smirked, sitting next to Marta and playing with the little girl on her lap, "hello, my love, hello!", you cooed in the voice you only had for babies, "look at you so grown up! You get more beautiful everytime I see you", you smiled, tickling her chin softly as she giggled loudly.
"Who did the roast potatoes last time we got together?", Joris stepped back into the living room, "I did", you stated as you grabbed one of the toys on the coffee table, ready to sit down on the floor so you and Chiara could play together.
"Don't sit down!", your brother yelled, "sorry, but you can't sit down - Charles needs help with the potatoes and he doesn't know the recipe like you do", he reasoned as you got up, trying not to show how much you didn't want to be in the same room alone with Charles. Watching football while having dinner with your group of friends was one thing, spending one on one time with Charles after what he said to you the last time was another.
"Hey", you said as you stepped into the kitchen, "Joris said you needed help, what can I do?".
Charles smiled a little, maybe at the irony of your quesion, "I don't know what seasonings to use in these", he said as he showed you the vegetable with the ones he already cut up.
"Okay, do you keep the spices in the same place?", you asked as he nodded, encouraging you to use his kitchen like it was your own.
Opening the cabinets and grabbing what you needed, you started mixing the ingredients and cutting up the ones you needed to, "can you get me the olive oil, please? I can't reach it", you asked and Charles complied, "thank you".
"Is this how this is going to be? Interacting like we haven't known eachother since we were little and like I haven't poured my heart out to you?", Charles said, arms crossed as he rested against the kitchen counter.
"I wasn't counting on you saying all of that, I was so caught off guard that I haven't been able to think about anything else in my off time!", you offered, setting the knife down on the chopping board.
"It's not like people have speeches ready and give of warnings when they're about to confess their feelings for someone... I myself wasn't expecting to do it until the words came out of my mouth", Charles gestured as if he was vomiting, "what do you expect it to be like anyway? People have to warn you they have feelings for you and ask if you want to hear it?! Is that what you want?".
"I want to feel loved, appreciated and valued. I want to be with someone that reminds me that I'm beautiful, that I'm smart and I'm wonderful. I want to share my life with someone who has no trouble with me wanting to have both career goals and family goals, I want someone who supports me as much as a support him, who is willing to do silly things because I enjoy them and who loves me for me, flaws and all", you let out in one go, "That's what I want".
Charles eyebrows climbed on his forehead, "Are you insinuating I can't give you that? Is that why we haven't spoken since that evening at Joris' place?".
"I'm saying you're my brother's best friend, and no matter how much I think you can do it - because you make me feel like that just from being my friend, imagine if we were dating -, I don't want to risk whatever we have, all of us", you gestured to the living room where the rest of the group was.
"Y/N", Charles pleaded, "you don't think I've thought about that? I didn't do it on a whim like you think I did, I've been sitting on this for quite a while, actually", he clarified, "I will respect whatever you decide, okay? But can't just sit and pretend that you don't want this thing between you and me as much as I do, because we could be so good-", he was interrupted as Marta crossed the corner and stepped inside the kitchen, "Charles, can I heat Chiara's soup on the microwave?", she asked with the small tupperware on her hands.
"Sure, here", he guided her as you resumed to seasoning the potatoes, putting them on the tray and then in the oven, "the game is about to start, hurry up!", Joris yelled.
"I'll just wash this, and that too", you took the tupperware's lid as well as the utensils you needed for the dressing.
"I need to cool it down a little, maybe in a bigger bowl", Marta said as Charles helped in getting the bowl from the cupboard as you set the utensils aside to dry, "Merci, Charles, off we go then", she said as she waited for you both to leave and go to the living room so she could follow you.
"Come here, sweet cheeks", you clapped at Chiara, taking her away from your brother's arms and putting her in the highchair so she could eat comfortably, "auntie Y/N is going to give you your delicious soup, yummy yummy", you smiled.
Charles couldn't help but take in the sight, how you made Chiara feel like she was the only person in the world as you smiled and spoke to her, finding a million and one ways to get her to eat the soup in the bowl.
The food was ready by the half-time break, so you all helped with bringing the food to the table, eating it as the team you were supporting ended up winning the game.
"She's knocked out", you pointed out to Riccardo, Chiara asleep in the little makeshift cot you made on the sofa with some pillows and blankets to make sure she was warm and secure.
"We can clean up, you guys go home and take this little princess to sleep in her own bed", Charles smiled, stroking the little girl's cheek softly as he watched her peaceful expression.
"You don't mind?", Marta wondered as the three of you nodded, helping the parents gather their daughter's belongings so they could leave, hoping she wouldn't wake up and make it harder for her to fall back asleep.
"Sweet dreams, petite fleur", you cooed as Marta cuddled Chiara into her chest, squeezing her small hand softly before they walked out of the door.
"These need to go on the dishwasher", you sorted through the plates and checked if they were safe to go on the machine as your brother help you.
"We should probably get going", Joris said, not wanting to overstay your welcome, "do you need anything else, Charles? Otherwise, me and Y/N will leave you to it", he said.
"Actually, me and Charles need to talk, if that's okay", you looked at the driver, catching him by surprise before he nodded in agreement.
Joris didn't dwell too much on it like you thought he would, "so you need me to come and pick you up or...?", he trailed before Charles saved you, "don't worry, I've got her", he stated.
When Charles accompanied your twin brother to the door, he was blunt and honest, "She's my sister, but there could be worse guys than you", Joris offered as Charles narrowed his eyes, "Oh, please, do you think I'm that blind? I've seen the way you look at her and how you always go above and beyond for her - she's just being too stubborn about it to see it, too. Still, if you ever break her heart or cause her any tears of sadness and anger, you're going to wish I didn't know so much about you", he threatened, although it didn't go as planned as they both laughed, "I trust you, there wasn't anyone I would trust like this", he sighed, "you're just lucky you have brothers, otherwise I might've taken revenge on you", he nudged his shoulder.
"I bet Lorenzo would enjoy a cuddle every now and again if you'd like", Charles giggled before he showed his seriousness again, "I just want this to work out between us, I think she's my person, you know?", he mused, realising how cliché and whipped he sounded, "I'll take care of her, you don't need to worry", he assured.
Charles closed the door and walked back to the living room where you sat down on the sofa, legs covered with one of the blankets, "I- thank you for staying back", he smiled, pointing with his eyes to the spot next to you silently asking if he could sit.
You opened the blanket so he could sit next to you and you could both keep warm, "I want to apoligise for not saying anything the last time we spoke, and for how I've handled this", you began, "I'm sorry, Charles", you said earnestly.
"Apology accepted", he nodded, "and did you just stay here to apoligise?", he quesioned.
"I- I thought we could have a date, sort of anyway", you mumbled, "and I could also tell you how I feel about you since it seems I owe you that with what you've told me", you looked into his eyes, "it wasn't that you were ever off bounds or anything like that, I never cared for those supposed rules, but it never occurred to me", you blurted and Charles quirked a brow, "shoot, that's not what I meant, ugh", you grunted as he soothingly rubbed your thigh, "what I meant is I always thought you'd never look at me that way - I'm Joris' twin - so I just took all of the affection I had for you and put it in a friendship feelings and all of the things you did for me, I thought you were just being nice because you're a nice guy", you clarified.
"Does this mean you're letting me treat you like you deserve? Because I plan on making sure you feel and know you're wonderful every single day", he smiled charmingly, confident words contrasting with his shy attempt of lacing your fingers together on his lap.
"How can you be so sure we are eachother's person?", you couldn't help but mumble, even if the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like they hadn't been in a long time, "I just know, and I'll help you see it, too", he smiled, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you to his chest, finding something to watch on the TV.
You both watched reruns of one of your favourite shows, pointing out little details you loved and talking about any topic that came to mind, and once Charles' body warmth and his touches along your arm caught up to your system and lulled you to sleep, your head finding it's spot on his chest as he smiled down at you, your beauty never ceasing to amaze him as he noticed every mole, freckle and scar on your face from up close.
Even if he didn't want to move, and that it wouldn't be the first time he slept on his sofa, he reasoned that he should at least offer you his bed. Softly stroking your cheek, he coaxed you to wake up, "I'm sorry for waking you up, but we can't sleep here", he whispered, kissing the side of your head, "you can sleep in my bed, I'll take the sofa", he offered as you stretched a little bit, removing yourself from his chest.
"If you promise you won't do any funny business, we can sleep in the same bed", you yawned.
"Of course I won't, Y/N! I would never do anything you didn't want to, I-", Charles panicked, not wanting you to think he was trying to take advantage of you.
"I'm only kidding, I know you won't", you assured, arms pulling him to stand up with you as you walked to the bedroom after turning everything off, "I trust you, Charles, completely", you smiled.
To him, it meant the world.
You felt his heart race when your hand landed on his chest, "I need a t-shirt, though, this is not comfy to sleep in", you reasoned as he looked for one on his drawers, "here, you can get ready here while I get ready in the bathroom", he smiled, kissing the top of your head before he stepped inside the ensuite.
After you swapped so you could brush your teeth, you were both undoing the bed, pulling the sheets back over you and having eachother.
"I really want to kiss you right now, but I don't want to cross any boundaries", Charles admitted as your heart raced in your chest, "I'd really like that, you can kiss me if you want", you consented.
Charles leaned to rub your nose in his before kissing your lips softly, allowing you both to revel in the feelings that had been put in labelled boxes at the back of your minds.
Parting your lips to breathe, you cupped Charles' cheek, your palm tickling from his facial hair as your thumb rubbed his skin, "I think you might be right", you mumbled, licking your lips, "about what?", he mused, "about the fact that you'll help me see it too", you smiled.
The next morning, you woke up with Charles looking at you, "Good morning, Y/N", he greeted, "See? I didn't pull any funny business", he wiggled his brows chuckling.
This was a sight you could get used to.
"Good morning", you smiled, "did you sleep well?", you wondered, pulling closer to him now that you were awake.
"I did, did you?", he asked and you nodded, cuddling closer to him and basking in the feeling of just being there.
"We are going to take this as slow as you want", Charles whispered against your forehead, leaving little kisses and pecks on your skin, "but I want you to know I'm all in".
"I'm all in, too", you whispered, "I can't promise you it will be a straight line - or that I won't spiral out every now and again because hey, it's me -, but I feel really good about this, you make me feel really good", you blushed as you kissed between his eyebrows, "having said this, not all of us have the day to do some training and sim racing, and I'm one of them. I have to go home to change and then head to the clinic", you pouted slightly.
"How about I make us some breakfast first, then I'll drop you off?", he suggested, stealing a peck from your lips, "hmm, sounds good", you hummed.
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"Were you expecting us to be surprised?", Marta said as she and her family arrived in Charles' yacht, the three of them seeing you and Charles kissing at the table.
Throwing your head back in laughter as Charles walked up to help them inside, you shielded your eyes from the sun with your hand, "at least pretend you are", you joked.
"Oh my Goodness, I never thought you two would become a thing? Does this mean we can finally stop hearing your disgraced love life stories and Charles' complaints about who you went on a date with?", Riccardo belted out, catching the attention from a couple on the yacht next to the one you were sitting on.
"To be fair, that's how I noticed it", Marta began, "Charles didn't complain anymore about how he was alone and that the universe wasn't working on his favour", she smirked, greeting you two.
"We have been keeping it down low just to see how things would go", you blushed at getting caught and steering the conversation elsewhere once Chiara babbled at you, "Oh, baby girl, hello!", you cooed, pulling her into your arms.
"Soon enough you can get one of those, I bet your kid would be very very cute", Riccardo nudged Charles' shoulder, loving that the group now could have a few teasing moments and themes at your expense, all in good fun.
"What a warm welcome!", you heard your brother yell, a fake angry and ironic tone noticeable in his voice, "First, no one is here to greet me with a glass of something to drink or even a helping hand to step in", Joris clarified, "then I'm presented with a conversation about my sister's and my best friends sex life, which I don't want to know about by the way!!", he said as he came up to you, kissing the side of your head, "I'm happy she's happy, and that you're all happy together, but no talking about that, please!".
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Making you Jelly | Lhs.〃
Paring: Idol Heeseung X idol male!reader | Genre: Soft smut (Don't like Don't pressed, scroll away!)
Synopsis: Your purposely making your secret boyfriend jealous as a result, Both of you are locking in a room.
Cw: Cursing, dry humping, cumming, no sex .
Non proof read | wc: 1.7K
English is not my 1st language.
This is a work of fanfiction, don't throw unnecessary tantrums at this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio
A-N: Heeseung requested by Anon is now done 😜 I'm not good at writing how to express character emotion but I hope you can enjoy reading this! (The other requests will work starting tomorrow dw)
Hidden relationships in a K-pop group are pretty hard, especially in this industry. However, both of you and Heeseung were so good at hiding behind a curtain that only the members knew about this, not the manager. And that's the talent.
For today's schedule, the group is having an offline fan meeting after all the comeback promotion. It was authentic and delightful to be able to meet your fans in real life. Once the settlement is complete, each member is going to their own assigned seat, as the door is open wide when the clock strikes.
People are coming in one by one until the seats are full with all the fans presence; it mostly has a fan girl than a fan boy, especially. The event then began, with the fans taking a seat in front of you. As you leave a signature on their album with the best fan service you could provide, smile brightly in happiness. And so are the members; talking about the fan service, they're not any lower than you. They always have something on their plate, flirting and talking as if all those fans are their friends, or even worse.
As you continued to move your finger to write an autograph, your eyes were laying on the other side of you, which soon laid on your secret boyfriend, Heeseung. You heard him talking to the girl in front of him, as if she were his girlfriend. To make it inferior, your eyes went wide in disgust when he sniffed the girl's wrist to smell the cologne. Oh my.
As a result, you compose yourself to not act suspicious before letting out a chuckle under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. Turn your attention back to the fan in front of you.
"Which member do you think is the most flirty?" unexpectedly, The fan girl who is sitting facing you asks out loud. It's like she was reading your thoughts at the moment, but then you responded happily to her questions.
"Hmm, for me, I think... Heeseung Hyung? Yeah, I think it's him because look at him right now. As you spoke, the girl was turning to see Heeseung when you pointed it out, and it's indeed true that he's quite good at it.
"It's true ㅋㅋㅋ it's must be hard to be his fan m/n ya~"
"I know right, sometimes I just want to ask him, Did he have a hidden girlfriend? ㅋㅋ" in return for joking, You make your fans laugh nonstop. Before you said goodbye to her when she was moving to the other members, After a while, the fan meeting ended with the autograph session. For now, moving on to the interaction and fan service session.
The members would be talking, making jokes, unwrapping the gift, or posing for the camera while doing service. Still upset by the way Heeseung acted earlier, you decide to take sweet revenge on him by clinging on to the other members, and having a good time, you press his button by flirting with the fans.
The revenge turned out to be successful; you just made him upset. Not only that, but the smile on his face died down into a thin line when you held on to Sunoo's arm. To fuel it even more, you were wearing a bridal veil from the gift. Sunoo was with you the whole time. When he saw the intense, fierce staring, he immediately recognized what was going on.
He laid down and whispered to you what's happening, but you couldn't care less as you began to laugh and make a pick-up line along with the fan. It felt satisfying when you succeeded in making him furious. Soon later, the fan meeting came to an end.
The group then bows down in respect for the fans who have come to the event and shows their support. For then, the manager called the group to leave the stage and go back to the dorm since it's over now. Unfortunately, today you are having a ride with Heeseung to travel back to the dorm along with the single member, Sunghoon. The awkward silence was so loud, which made the manager furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
He thought there'd be a fight again between any one of you, but it turned out Sunghoon was the only one who was oblivious and knew nothing. Seeing you didn't make any conversation like usual with Heeseung made Sunghoon squint his eyes and puzzle the situation as he realized that the two of you are having a conflict. At the dorm.
Before all the members go to their own dorm, they need to have a meal together first on the first floor, which is the Hyung Line, and then in a maknae dorm, which includes Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jay, and Ni-ki. All the members are either plopping on the couch, watching their phones, or playing games, waiting for the manager to deliver their food.
Not even a step to the living room yet, Heeseung suddenly pulls you into his room before locking it tight. Now it's just you and him together, with that awkward atmosphere once again. He then pins you against the wall and cages you inside his personal space with both of his hands as a pair of rails.
"You know what you did, m/n! Care to explain?" Breaking the silence, his eyes were now turning even more fierce than the last time he was giving you at the fan meeting. Yet you still didn't flinch a bit. You know him well; he was doing this just to scare you for the answer. Deep down, he can't do anything more than that, or he might?
"Speaking of the devil, who is the one who sniffs the girl's wrist? How about that?" You reply, folding your arms together, also upset by your boyfriend's action.
"But that was the fan service, m/n. Be for real, m/n! You were never jealous before." Heeseung soon spoke out, raising his brows in disbelief at your unknown jealousy that you've never had before. He's about to go insane at the moment since all the imagine and those interactions you were having with the fans last evening.
"But you were sniffing her scent! Why would you do that? I don't think that's a fan service you should do." You fire back, unable to resist the thought you were having with your stupid jealousy. Soon, Heeseung be quite at your brust out. As you realize, a pang of guilt is hitting you hard in the chest. You were going far with this one.
"Um, hey Hyung, I'm sorry I went too far." Without any warning, out of frustrated Heeseung presses you against the wall as he flips you around. with your face now in front of the wall and your back facing him. Your boyfriend pulling your pants down at such a speed, making you butt naked at an instant, which makes you leave a shocking gasp out of your mouth.
"What are you doing, Hyung?" "I'm going to make you remember who I belong to and who you belong to!" No further, Heeseung unzips his pant quickly, freeing his hardened cock that begged to be released as he stroking it together before shoving in the middle of your thighs. Instead of fucking, he also had the thought that railing you up in the dorm like this was too risky and would cause a lot of trouble, so instead of making messy noises around, masturbating together was the option right now to punish you.
Your boyfriend then thrusts his cock hard in between your thighs; his length was so big that when he rolls his hip forward, his and your dick cause a sensation.
"Auugh. It feels werid, Hyung; the members are still here!" You said, trembling, and shivers sent down your spine, mixture with a fear that someone could come in and see this whole thing.
"Oh, shut up, m/n. If that happens, I'll take full responsibility. Now zip your mouth before I change my mind and fuck the hell out of you." Heeseung slipped out of his fury; he was so hot right now that you couldn't even say a word, with only grunts and whimpers instead. The dry humping against skin and skin, along with the small slapping sound, makes your dick twitch in response. His cock pressured you as if he were fucking you even though he wasn't, and that made Heeseung take note of this. You're sensitive, AF.
"Fuck you, m/n, you should remember what will happen when you press my button; this was your first lesson; the next time you do, I'll take your ability to walk for a day and get it!!" He demanded, almost shouting at your eardrums. However, you can only nod in response because if you did say a word, an unholy moan would leave your throat.
Why does it feel so good with just him humping against you? With a few minutes of pushing in, soon a wave of jolt was building inside both of you and Heeseung, as you had a feeling like you'd cum first before him. Heeseung noticed that your face was flushing more red than earlier, so he immediately knew you'd explode soon.
"Hyung, I'm cumming fuc—Nghh auhh—" Your dick is then twitching terribly as a load of white semen shoots out on the wall, driving you so sensitive that you can't help but moan. Luckily, Heeseung was fast enough to cover your mouth before letting anything out. Soon, Heeseung too was thrown to the ceiling and exploded a huge load of cum more than you, splashing them all over the floor and shattered everywhere. Not to mention, all men are sensitive, and so was he, which resulted in his weight falling on your small figure.
"Shit—*huff* Hyung, stand up straight; we can't make any noise."
"You feel like heaven, m/n; your thighs are squeezing me tight. Shit, this is the best cum I ever had." His head was buried in the crooked part of your neck as he whispered all of those words. Both of you and him, shivering and trembling in pleasure of masturbate earlier with the conflict, erased from this moment.
"The members would ask why our fight was so behaving."
"Yes, baby boy, but now let's clean this up."
🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥
🗣️ please mind my English! ><
🗣️ CRD to all the owner and dividers [ithemes]
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Hello! 😇
Welcome kpop gif/gfx makers to your one-stop navigation for network tags to help your content be more visible to your fandom(s)!
A kpopblr network is a blog dedicated to kpop content made by creators for a specific fandom on Tumblr. There are 4 genres - boy groups, girl groups, multifandom, and idol-specific.
Each network has a specific hashtag (#) that they consistently check to reblog your content so that it reaches a wider audience. This is especially crucial for Tumblr where your dashboards run on reblogs.
Without further ado, let's get on to the networks!
Disclaimer: This list aims to be as comprehensive as possible. If there are any missing names, or names that should be taken out, drop me a DM or ask and I'll update the list! 😇
Note 1: All networks are run voluntarily by fellow users, so please understand that some networks may be inactive.
Note 2: Some networks are only available to members only, which will be accompanied by (MO).
These are kpopblr networks specific to boy groups and/or male idols only.
boy-idol - #boyidoledit
dailyboygroups - #dailybg
foryouridol - #fyiedit
kpopco - #kpopco
malegroups - #mgroupsedit
malegroupsnet - #malegroupsnet
peaktimenet - #peaktimenet (for idol groups that participated on the survival show Peak Time)
These are kpopblr networks specific to girl groups and/or female idols only.
beautyidol - #beautyidolsedit
dazzlingidols - #dazzlingidolsedit
femadols - #femadolsedit
femaleidol - #femaleidol
femaleidols - #femaleidolsedit (they’re not a network, but they do reblog creations under this tag!)
girlgroupnetwork - #ggnet
idolady - #idolady
kggnet - #kggnet
kgirlsquad - #kgirlsquad (MO)
kgoddesses - #kgoddesses
kpopggs - #kpopggedit
stanthemyoucowards - #underratedgirlsedit
These are kpopblr networks that are open to both male and female idol groups. They may also include soloists.
conceptphotos - #kpopconcepts
dailymusicians - #dailymusicians (also for Western artists)
hybenet - #hybenet (requires membership; for Hybe artists only)
idolnexus - #idolnexusedit, #idolnexusnet (MO)
idolwork - #kidoledit, #idolwork
jypartists - #jypartists (for JYP artists only)
jypenet - #jypenet (for JYP artists only)
k-bands net - #kbandsnet
kflops - #kflops (for artists not in the Big 4 or in major groups)
k-garden net - #kdgnet (select artists only)
kgfxnet - #kgfxnet
kmultiverse - #kmultiverse
kpclub - #kpc.creators
kpopcreators - #kpopedit
kpopgfxnetwork - #kpopgfxnetwork (MO)
kpopscape - #kpopscape (MO)
kpopcontentcreatorsclub - #kpopccc
kpopstages - #kpopstages (for stage performances)
k-soloists - #ksoloists
k-vanity - #kvanity (MO)
neweraidols - #neweraidols (for groups debuted in 2019 or later)
nugudols - #nugudolsedit
nugudom - #nugudom, #nugudomedit
nugunetwork - #nugunetwork
rookienet - #rookienet (for rookie idols and/or groups that have not hit their 3rd anniversary)
secondgenidols - #secondgenidol (for groups debuted in 2012 or earlier)
smsource - #smsource (for SM artists only)
ultkpopnetwork - #ultkpopnetwork (open), #ultkpop (MO)
unbleachedidolsnet - #unbleachedidolsnet
underrated-idols - #underratedidolsedit
underratedkpopgfxnet - #ukpopgfx
Finally, these are kpopblr networks that are specific to an idol or group.
Be sure to follow the networks so you can see their reblogs!
Numbers / A to G
2NE1 - #blackjacknet
3YE - #daily3ye
8TURN - #8turnet (no known admin)
AB6IX - #ab6ixedit (no known admin)
A.C.E. - #choicenetwork, #acenet, #standbyace
aespa - #aespainc, #aespadaily, #4aespa
AKMU - #coedkpopedit
AMPERS&ONE - #ampers&onetwork, #&onetwork
AOA - #dailyaoa
APINK - #dailyapink
APRIL - #apriledit
ARTMS - #artmsource
ASC2NT - #forasc2nt
ASTRO - #foraroha, #arohanet, #astroclub
ATEEZ - #ateezedit, #atzsource, #atinysource, #ateezlovenet, #destinyversenet (MO), #ateezinc (MO), #seonghwanet (for Seonghwa only), #yeonet (for Yeosang only)
BILLLIE - #billlienet
BLACKPINK - #blackpinknet (MO), #parkchaeyoungnet (MO; for Rosé only), #forjennienet (for Jennie only)
BOYNEXTDOOR - #forbnd
BRAVE GIRLS / BBGIRLS - #dailybravegirls / #bbgirlsource
BTS - [check the end of the post]
CHERRY BULLET - #lulletnet
CIX - #cixnetwork
CLC - #dailyclc
CRAXY - #craxyfannet
CRAVITY - #forluvity
DAY6 - #daysixnet, #mydaysnet
DKB - #dkbnet
DREAMCATCHER - #hfdcedit, #dreamcatcherdaily
DRIPPIN - #drippinet, #woollimnet
E'LAST - #elringnet
EL7ZUP - #el7zupsource
ENHYPEN - #enhypenet, #enhypennetwork (MO)
EPEX - #epexnet
EVERGLOW - #everglownetwork
EXO - #exosnet (MO), #bbh-net (for Baekhyun only), #kimkainet (for Kai only)
FROMIS_9 - #fromisnet
(G)I-DLE - #gidleedit, #gidlenet (closed)
GFRIEND - #dailygfriend
GHOST9 - #ghost9net
GOLDEN CHILD - #gncdnetwork (MO), #woollimnet
GOT7 - #got7editorsnet (MO), #thegot7network (MO), #got7edit, #got7daily
GWSN - #dailygwsn
GUGUDAN - #gugudannet
H to N
H1-KEY - #forh1key
HELLO VENUS - #hellovenusnet (MO)
iKON - #ikonsnet
ILLIT - #illitnet
ILY:1 - #ily1edit
INFINITE - #woollimnet
ITZY - #itzynetwork (MO), #formidzy, #theitzydaily
IVE - #ivenet
IZ*ONE - #izonetwork
KARD - #hiddenkardnet, #coedkpopedit, #karddealer, #kardnet (MO)
KEP1ER - #kep1ernetwork, #kep1erwork
KISS OF LIFE - #kiofsource, #kiofnet
LE SSERAFIM - #lesserafimnet
LIGHTSUM - #lightsumnet (MO)
LOONA - #loonawork, #orbitloona, #vitaminyeojin (for Yeojin only)
LOVELYZ - #lovelyzdaily, #woollimnet
MAMAMOO - #moomoosource, #mamamooedit, #moomoocentral
MCND - #mcndnetwork
MOMOLAND - #merriesnet
MONSTA X - #mx7net, #monstaxedits, #mxmbnet, #monsta17, #2wonnet (MO - for Hyungwon and Wonho only)
NCT - #neohours, #nctinc (MO), #nctcreations (MO), #haechannet (for Haechan only), #mklnet (for Mark only), #doyoungnet + #doiezennet (for Doyoung only), #yangx2net (for Yangyang only)
NEWJEANS - #newjeansnetwork
N.FLYING - #nflyingnet, #nflyinc
NMIXX - #nmixxnet, #nmixxedit
NU’EST - #loveznet
O to S
OH MY GIRL - #omgsource
OMEGA X - #omegaxnet
ONEUS - #oneusnetwork (MO), #weusnet, #foroneus
ONEWE - #weusnet, #foronewe
ONF - #lightsonnet, #onfcreators
ONLYONEOF - #lyonet
P1HARMONY - #p1hnetwork
PENTAGON - #uninet
PIXY - #pixynet
PURPLE KISS - #purkissnet, #purkisource
RED VELVET - #rvinc, #rvedit, #dailyrv, #rvnet, #redvelvetinc
RIIZE - #riizenet
ROCKET PUNCH - #rcpcnet, #woollimnet
SATURDAY - #saturdaynet
SEVENTEEN - [check the end of the post]
SF9 - #sfnet (MO), #byfantasy
SHINEE - #dailyshinee, #shineeedit, #shawolsource, #shineegif, #shineenet
SNSD (Girl’s Generation) - #dailysnsd, #onlysoshi
STAYC - #dailystayc, #staycnetwork, #seeunsource (for Seeun only)
STRAY KIDS - [check the end of the post]
SUPER M - #supermsource (MO), #superm-net (MO)
T to Z
THE BOYZ - #tbznetwork (MO), #deobisource, #tbzinc, #destinyversenet (MO)
THE KINGDOM - #kingdomnet
THE ROSE - #therosenet
TNX - #tnxsource
TO1 - #to1gifs, #togethernet
TREASURE - #teumesource, #treasurenet (MO)
TRENDZ - #fy!trendz
tripleS - #triplesnet
TWICE - #fortwice, #dailytwice, #twicework (MO), #twicenetwork, #twicecreations
TXT - #txtnetwork (MO), #moasource, #moacentral, #tubatunet, #hourlyhueningkai / #hourlyhyuka (for Huening Kai only), #choiyeonjunnet (for Yeonjun only), #dailytaehyun / #dailytyun (for Taehyun only)
VANNER - #vannersource
VAV - #vavnet
VERIVERY - #veriverynet
VICTON - #withvicton
VIXX - #vixxnetwork, #vixxedit
WAYV - #wayvnet, #xiaojunsource (for Xiaojun only)
WEEEKLY - #weeeklynet, #fyeahweeekly
WEi - #ruicentral
WITCHERS - #witchersnet
WOO!AH! - #wooahsource
WSJN - #dailywjsn
XG - #xgnetwork
XIKERS - #xikersource
XDINARY HEROES - #xdinarynet
ZEROBASEONE - #zb1net, #zb1work
Here’s some solo idol-specific networks as well :)
CHUNGHA - #chunghanet
ERIC NAM - #ericnamnet, #ericnamdaebak
HOLLAND - #hollandharlings
HYUNA - #dailyhyuna, #hyunanet
KWON EUNBI - #woollimnet
SUNMI - #sunminet
WONHO - #wonhonet, #2wonnet (MO)
WOODZ - #bymoodz (no known admin)
And now… the groups with way too many networks to track 🥲
BTS:
#btsedit
#armygfx
#armysource
#bangtanarmynet (MO)
#btsgif
#btsgoldnet (MO)
#clubzerooclock (MO, for Jin, Jimin, V and Jungkook only)
#dailybangtan
#dailybts (not a network, but will reblog some content under the tag)
#dailybusans (for Jimin and Jungkook only)
#dailydaegu (for Suga and V only)
#hopenet (MO, for jhope only)
#houseofddaeng (MO, for Suga, jhope and RM line only)
#hyunglinenetwork (MO, for Jin, Suga, jhope and RM only)
#ipurpleunet (MO)
#jksource / #jungkookedit (for Jungkook only)
#maknaelinegifs (for Jimin, V and Jungkook only)
#namjoongifs (for RM only)
#networkbangtan (MO)
#purplearmynet
#vantaenet (MO, for V only)
SEVENTEEN:
#17net
#monsta17
#studiocarat
#svtcreations (MO)
#svtcreators
#svtedits
#svtgifs (MO)
#svtsource
#thesvttown (MO)
#seventeenweeklyphotography (MO)
——————–
S.COUPS - #hourlycoups / #hourlyscoups
JEONGHAN - #hourlyhannie / #hourlyjeonghan
JOSHUA - #hourlyshua, #shuadata
JUN - #dailywjh / #dailyjunhui / #hourlyjunhui, #forjunhui
HOSHI - #hourlyhoshi
WONWOO - #hourlywonwoo, #fywonwoo
WOOZI - #dailywoozi, #wzcreations
THE8 - #hourlyminghao
MINGYU - #hourlymingyu
DK - #hourlydk
SEUNGKWAN - #dailykwan, #gsseungkwan
VERNON - #hourlyvernon
DINO - #hourlydino, #dinonetwork
STRAY KIDS:
#3rachasource (for Changbin, Bangchan, Han only)
#bystay
#createskz (MO)
#dancerachasource (for Felix, Hyunjin, Lee Know only)
#destinyversenet (MO)
#hyunincorner (for Hyunjin and I.N only)
#hyunlixsource (for Hyunjin and Felix only)
#staycompany
#staydaily
#staysource
#skzco
#vocalrachasource (for Seungmin and I.N only)
——————–
LEE KNOW - #leeknownet / #linosource
CHANGBIN - #seochangbinet
HAN - #hjsnet / #forhanji
HYUNJIN - #hyunjinnet, #hyunjinsource
FELIX - #felixleenet
I.N - #inniesource
And we've reached the end! 😮💨
If I have missed out on any networks, do send me an ask with the network's link or @ and I'll it into this post! 😎
#chey.resource#kpop#kpop network#usertheos#useroro#userzaynab#useranusia#anniehae#fordaniseyes#forbelleseyes#dreamytag#hanatonin#userfairy#lunanuggets#useraweks#userresa#please help to boost thank you ily 🥺💖#finally got around to making a pure network post and i'm super proud of it hehehe
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Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 3/∞
CANG QIONG MOUNTAIN'S TWELVE PEAKS HAVE COLOR-CODED UNIFORMS
Rating: CANON
Fanworks will often depict the disciples of Cang Qiong Mountain's twelve peaks in matching, color-coded uniforms to each of their peak. This is not something that is often mentioned in the novel itself, but it is canonically accurate.
However, we do not know many of the peaks' signature colors. The fact that they do have specific uniforms in specific colors is canon, but many of the colors used in fanworks are, in fact, fanon.
In the text, only two peaks have canonically-designated uniform colors.
It is stated that there are set uniforms for all of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's disciples:
Though the disciples on the peaks had to wear uniforms, there were also many acclaimed cultivators who weren’t subject to these restrictions...
and
Thankfully, on An Ding Peak, trivial matters like assigning rooms and uniforms to newly accepted disciples didn’t require the peak lord’s involvement.
and also a passage here:
Several hundred disciples in uniformly colored robes and furious expressions surrounded the invaders
In the original, the phrase "uniformly colored robes (服色统一)" could be read as all of Cang Qiong Mountain's disciples wearing the same-color uniform, but it could also be read that they were all dressed in uniform, as 服色 denotes both color and style of clothes (notable that "color" in Chinese is a more abstract concept than in English).
This passage isn't clear on its own, but there are other places where it is confirmed that the colors worn by the disciples of various peaks are different, and can be used to tell which peak a disciple belongs to:
[Shen Qingqiu] held his breath, attention rapt, and watched a youth in black rush out... ...The color of his robes confirmed that he really was from Bai Zhan Peak...
Aside from this, Qing Jing Peak's uniforms are the only others that are given a description:
Enveloped in Qing Jing Peak’s many-layered teal uniform, [SQQ] was immaculate and slender, with a great deal of graceful beauty.
While this passage describes the Peak Lord's attire and might not necessarily extend to the disciples, another passage shortly after this says:
A group of teal-robed boys and girls ran down Qing Jing Peak in a trailing conga line, one after another.
This confirms a uniform color used by the peak's disciples.
These passages, however, are the only ones which definitively state a uniform color for any of the twelve peaks-- meaning that we only know that Qing Jing Peak's uniforms are teal (青色)and Bai Zhan Peak's uniforms are black (黑色). Anything other than this is fanon and headcanon.
One more side note-- Luo Binghe is described as wearing white:
A seventeen-year-old youth, slim and tall and graceful, dressed in white robes
But this description only begins after the timeskip at the beginning of Chapter 4 (7S TL). Luo Binghe is, as of now, still a disciple of the sect, and thus would be required to wear a uniform. However, one important change had occured during this time-- Luo Binghe, at the time of the Immortal Alliance Conference, is Qing Jing Peak's head disciple.
The only time another head disciple's appearance is described is regarding Shen Qingqiu:
Shang Qinghua suddenly heard the tinkling of sword tassel pendants, and a youth wearing Qing Jing Peak’s uniform slowly approached him... ... His black hair was neatly tied behind his head with a light-green ribbon...
The color of his uniform is not stated, other than it being Qing Jing Peak's, and the "light-green" color of the hair ribbon is 青色,which is the same color translated as "teal" when describing QJP's uniforms above.
Therefore, one interpretation could be that head disciples of Cang Qiong Mountain's twelve peaks wear white uniforms with accessories in their peaks' designated color.
This, of course, is not explicitly canon and should still be taken as headcanon (I would categorize it as supported or neutral fanon on this blog).
However, the idea that the twelve peaks have each their own uniform colors, and that QJP's is teal and BZP's is black, are canonical facts.
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Hey babe! Absolutely adore your writing! Do you have any recs?
Thanks! And yes! I'm so glad you asked. There's a lot though so it's gonna be a bit long x
Theodore Nott
@cassiopeiasdaughter : an exceptional writer, their Theodore Nott fics based on midnight songs are the best! Wish them good luck on their uni exams and check out their awesome blog xx
Here are some of my personal favourites from their blog:
August: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well.
Fearless: Based on the song fearless by Taylor Swift.
Maroon: A diary entry written during the War based on the song maroon by Taylor Swift.
Check out their other midnights collection entries!
@avalynlestrange: another great writer! one of the best angst writers on this platform in my opinion x they also write mattheo Riddle fics
These ones are my favourite:
@the0doreslover: in love with their Theo fics!
Foolish one: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.
In my head: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?
My favourite one is Cooking class xx
Here are a few Theodore Nott fics from writers who's blogs aren't all about Theo xx
I think he knows: you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move
Now, I did some digging and @dreamcubed writes about other hp characters as well based on songs by Taylor Swift! Their work is amazing so go check them out! Sorry for the late mention, I just checked and realised that they have like a blog that revolves around hp characters xx
Electric touch: a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.
I thought you knew:“i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”
Want you: Based on the following prompts: Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.” and "he doesn't even deserve to be breathing the same air as you"
Butterfly Love: Despite witnessing the death of his mother and being forced to grow under the watch of his Death Eater father, Theodore Nott is living proof that love and care bloom even in the most barren conditions. Maybe, they flourish even more.
Mattheo Riddle
@suugarbabe: their fics are absolutely magnificent. I recommend their saving grace series x the rest parts can be found on their blog x
These are some of my personal favourites:
Always: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both of you like different people.
Drawings: based on prompts 'i never knew that about you...it's cute' and 'i can't believe I've never seen this side of you before'
Oblivious: contains smut Based on prompts "Are you really so oblivious?" And "Can I kill him now?"
@happilykrispypirate: another fabulous writer! Their mattheo angst fics are like the best x the mistake and don't touch her are my favourite xx
Some of my favourite mattheo fics are listed below x:
Black Quill: You never liked Umbridge, but who did? The woman was miserable and cruel. Her power in the school grew day after day.
Mattheo finds you crying alone: Imagine crying alone in the Astronomy Tower, hoping to escape everyone but Mattheo finds you
Torment : Reader is constantly bullied. Mattheo saves her from the bullies.
Everything and nothing: 1 2: where mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of. Especially you. And the timing of it all is horrible.
Draco Malfoy
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Even if it's dark: Summary: Despite being raised in a traditional pureblood household with an overly abusive father, Y/N Y/L/N teaches Draco that light can exist even in the darkest of places.
Mittens: When Draco is in a foul mood and unwilling to disclose his problems, Y/N resorts to her animagus form to get him to talk.
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Falling: Where you are falling for the one boy who is known to break every girl´s heart.
False friends and true love: Where you get into a fight with your best friend and she reveals your feelings for a certain boy in front of everybody.
Ruin your life: Why would you kiss out of all the people the boy you hate the most in this world?
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Pretending: in which you watch Draco as he falls out of love with you
Cramps: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.
Bruises: 1 2: After years of being bullied by Draco, you finally stand up for yourself. However, you left him with more than a bloodied cheek and a bruised jaw.
Some other fics that I love:
Amortentia: the rest parts can be found on that post. Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.
Unforgivable: Where y/n gets poisoned because of draco's behaviour
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Compelling Tony Stark to plan the party was surprisingly easy.
Klaus had found that Tony was an exuberant, spirited and animated person who was much too into over indulgence so when he announced a birthday party for his dog, no one was shocked. His dog was old and a loved member of their family so it worked out and the irony was not lost on Klaus, knowing that James forcing his daughter to go to a birthday party for a dog after what he had just done to her dog was a cruel and painful thing that her father wouldn’t think twice about but that she definitely would.
Waiting was the only painful part of his plan and so he distracted himself by focusing on getting Y/n away from New York. Just from listening to her talk and watching her for the last few days he knew she loved rainy/cloudy weather, preferred having privacy, and wanted to be around nature. He had found a perfect house in Washington state that he knew she would love (and knew her father would have trouble finding) that was in the woods away from other people, in a rainy place with plenty of privacy and a maid and chef already hired to work the house. Not to mention he will have an army of Hybrids to help protect his mate as soon as he finds a wolf pack to turn (which in Washington won’t be hard). He bought everything she could possibly want and everything he thought she would like, especially as his Princess had absolutely no experience in sexual situations and he would be able to teach her everything he wanted. An inexperienced Princess with Daddy issues? She would be so eager to please she would give him anything he wants.
The party came about a week after him getting shot and he stayed off to the side away from as many people as possible unless Tony was “introducing him” to one of James’ friends, thinking it would be beneficial to have them compelled to like him at the very least.
From the moment she walked in, Klaus couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He wanted to rip that dress off of her, she was gorgeous and he found himself mesmerized, even as he felt the glare James Barnes had set on him as Klaus wasn’t exactly being subtle about him ogling his mate. James directed Y/n into one of the rooms with himself and his wife while he went to schmooze with the assholes and Klaus waited, watching his girl and watching James as both himself and his wife began drinking with Tony (as Klaus had compelled Tony to do to excess) before approaching Y/n.
She was sitting in the corner alone with the long forgotten “Birthday Boy” who was a white XL Pitbull named Ghost.
‘Mind if I join you?’ Klaus asked and her head jerked up in surprise.
‘Oh, sure, if you want. Though I’m sure you would be much more comfortable over there.’ She nodded her head over to a group of women by the bar. Parties for people like these men always have the option of women to take home, many of the men never getting married and staying “terminal bachelors” as if it makes them attractive. Klaus believes it just makes them stupid. You have everything except someone to love you and give you a family but you’re content with whores for the rest of your short life? At least Klaus had eternity to find Y/n, when you don’t have that kind of time and you waste it you are just stupid.
Y/n had noticed the girls that had been watching him for the better part of an hour with flirty faces, twirling their hair but he never gave them a second glance which Y/n noticed immediately. Growing up here, every man, even the married ones, stared at those sort of girls at every party but this attractive seemingly single guy isn’t…it struck her as odd but she brushed it off until now.
‘No, here is perfectly comfortable, thank you…I’m Klaus. It’s nice to meet you.’ He held out his hand and when Y/n moved to take it Klaus pulled her hand close and leaned down, pressing his lips to her knuckles, never taking his eyes off of hers.
‘It’s lovely to meet you Klaus. I’m Y/n Barnes, though I’m sure you knew that.’ He could instantly see that she had issue with her name when it came to meeting people.
‘I did know that, Tony told me earlier when you arrived, why are you so sure though?’
Her eyes widened and she stammered a moment. ‘B-because-Well because everyone does. People want to get on my fathers good side and they act like getting to know me first will achieve it. A little advice, just so you don’t fuck yourself on this one. My father hates men talking to me, so getting to know me first is a terrible plan, he’s going to hate you before he even meets you so you should probably just go introduce yourself to him.’
Klaus found the sad look in her eyes to be heart breaking. Her entire life she wasn’t allowed friends, boyfriends, interaction with anyone who didn’t work for her father and even at these parties, something she should enjoy if not just for the human interaction, all anyone and everyone wanted was to get to her father. Men flirted with her and made her feel desirable just to pull the rug from under her by wanting to get on her fathers good side.
‘Thank you, that was very kind advice. However I have no interest in your father, I was just hoping to sit with a lovely girl and have a drink…can I get you a drink?’ She looked stunned but shook it off before nodding her head.
‘Sure Klaus, that sounds nice.’ He moved to the bar and got her a glass of wine and him a bourbon before returning to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of the dog, wanting her to move closer at her own pace knowing it will make her feel more comfortable. ‘Thank you. Are you a new friend of Tony’s? I’ve never seen you here before, the faces here are always the same so it’s easy to spot a new one.’
‘Yes, we met a few weeks ago and he invited me to this, said he wanted me to meet some of his friends. I’m a painter you see, and Tony has bought some of my work, he knows some other men here who love art and might like my paintings.’ Y/n smiled at that, loving that he wasn’t another asshole just trying to use her.
‘Oh wow, I would love to see your work sometime. I admit I’m not much of a great judge but I enjoy seeing how people’s interpretations of art differs from others.’ Klaus couldn’t keep the smile from his face, loving her honest and intelligent answer before standing and holding out his hand for her to take and she did, following him out of the room and into the den to see the paintings that Tony had bought from Klaus as an explanation as to why he’s here. ‘My God, Klaus! These are amazing…I like seeing artwork that makes you feel something…they feel angry but in a sad way, like…like a grasping for control sort of way.’ He watched her face as she looked at his work and he loved that he could make something that could make her smile. ‘Oh God, I’ve offended you, I didn’t-‘
‘Not at all gorgeous, you’re quite right actually. Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine, the canvas, the color. As a child I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it but art taught me that one’s vision can be achieved by sheer force of will…you have no control in your life either, do you?’ She looked back at him away from the painting and he instantly reached out to brush away the tears in her eyes, hesitating only a moment as she flinched before gently brushing her tears.
‘How long did it take? Finding your place in the world?’ She asked and he wished he could give her an answer.
‘I have no place in the world…however finding people that you love and being with them makes it all worth living with the little control that you can have-‘
‘Why can’t I have all of it? My father gets to have complete control of everything in his life, and I’m just…’ Klaus took Y/n’s hand and pulled her to sit on the desk, looking at her firmly.
‘Listen to me Princess, your fathers control is an illusion, it’s called money and it’s not real. It’s a social construct that we put way too much worth on and pretend it means we rule the world. Your father is a billionaire, right?’ She nodded. ‘And with that he has men with guns to enforce his rules and push his sense of control on everyone, but if that money was gone that control wouldn’t exist. It’s not real. I mean look at me, I have billions of dollars in money, artifacts, paintings, jewelry, but I don’t try and rule the world. I control my life and what’s important to me, that should be enough…you should be enough and if you’re not then…then he doesn’t deserve you Princess.’
Klaus was sure to leave out the part about him planning to have an army and control much like that of her father but it didn’t matter, because he would do that and still take care of and love her the way her father didn’t.
The next thing he knew Y/n had grabbed ahold of his jacket and pulled him down to press her lips against his. He couldn’t say he was surprised, or displeased, resting his hands on her waist and taking control of the needy kiss. For having no experience she was actually quite good at it and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her against his chest.
Just as Klaus was about to trail his hands down to her skirt they both jumped, hearing her name being shouted. ‘Hide!’ She whispered harshly.
‘Y/n-‘
‘No time for arguments, I’m not letting you get shot! Hide! Now!’ Y/n pushed him behind the desk and he sighed, crawling under it after pulling her in to kiss him one final time.
‘This isn’t over Princess, you’re mine now.’ He warned, enjoying the blush on her cheeks before she moved back around the desk to the wall where she looked back up at the painting before the door opened and Klaus could hear Steve’s voice.
‘Did you not hear me calling you?’ He questioned, exasperated.
‘No, I heard you, I just didn’t care.’ It took everything in Klaus in that moment not to laugh.
‘Y/n-‘
‘I would appreciate it if we kept all speaking to a minimum of what is absolutely necessary. Why did you come looking for me?’
‘Your parents are leaving, time to go home.’
‘Fine. Let’s go then, I want a shower and my bed.’ The door shut a moment later and Klaus moved quickly, crawling out and returning to the party before anyone suspected anything, watching the family leave.
He was happy to finally know what her lips tasted like on his own but it wasn’t enough. He would have her.
Tonight.
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!!! Chris Hartley x Camgirl crush? !!!
maybe Chris has a crush on a reader who outwardly talks about her online anonymous camgirl job? some smutty feels with this request.
I feel like Chris would be kinda into it, maybe even volunteering his hands as props as a joke and reader agrees and it ends up being s p i c y
Cam girl | Chris Hartley x f!reader
| Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me
Request: yes / no
Prompt: Your best friend Chris jokes turn into a fun night
Pairing: no prank au, Chris hartley x f! reader
Warnings: mdni ! 18+ only, this is sexually explicit content. underage (over 18) alcohol and marijuana consumption, p in v, oral male receiving, sort of exhibitionist, sort of voueryism, dry humling, fingering, mentions of pornography and bodily fluids.
A/N: this is like straight up porn! i loved this request and hope i did good by it! I was struggling a little bit with the ending so I hope this is what you meant!! if you haven’t already i’d recommend looking at my masterlist and seeing my previous fic with chris and josh x reader! I hope you all enjoy this one
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Your friend group was chaotic by all means, and very dysfunctional… but they were like family. For you growing up with people you could rely on was serious fun, and it gave you confidence to be who you wanted to be without any hesitation or embarrassment.
You were who you are and weren’t shy about it at all,
“Beth, Hannah!”
You squeal as you run towards the twins embracing them. It was the yearly Washington lodge party, where the whole group gets together with no adults and no rules. It’s been a few years and even though you’re all adults it still carries on.
“We’re so glad you could make it! Come join the rest of us.”
Beth and Hannah both grab your hand and lead you to the livingroom. There everyone is, you see Chris and Ashley sitting close with Sam and Josh near them. Then Emily and Mike cuddling close near the fire laughing with Jess and Matt. You smiled taking it all in, although it’s been a while since you’ve all been together you were so happy to see everyone getting along.
Sam gets up to hug you which makes everyone turn to see you your eyes fall on Chris.
Chris gives you a smile and small wave, his excitement growing seeing you finally show up. Chris and you have always been close, having a friendship that was a bit more personal than you were with everyone else in the group.
He was there for you in tough times and was very supportive when you told him about what you’ve been doing for work. As a cam girl you do face backlash and judgement but Chris was the one who told you to ignore all of that and do what you want. It warmed your heart and your affection grew from there. It was obvious to everyone except for you and Chris that your feelings were mutual.
Chris stands and makes his way over to greet you, pulling you into a warm embrace.
Josh yells out,
“Hey party girl! Bring anything crazy?”
You laughed and hit his shoulder knowing he’s referencing some weed.
“Well yeah… who do you think I am?”
Chris laughs as he slowly pulls away from you, his hand lingering a little too long on your lower back and mumbles a ‘hell yeah’ to your answer.
Through out the night, the drinks continued and joints were smoked, finally the topic of work came up. Mentions of minimum wage jobs and blogs were spread around until everyone looked at you.
“What? Yes, everyone knows I make videos. Hey i’m not ashamed, I guarantee my bank account looks better than most of yours.”
You laugh and answer some of the questions the girls had. The boys kept mostly quiet besides a few jokes here and there. The only person that was silent was Chris, he watched you intently as you went on about what you do and how much you make, giggling at a few jokes said. His mind wandered to the types of videos you make and a blush subtly crept up onto his face his pajama pants starting to get a bit tighter.
He mentally curses himself for not wearing boxers with his pants.
“So tell me, what’s your favorite part?”
“I mean it’s basically what you think it is, i’m a cam girl and get paid to do stuff. It’s not always sexual, sometimes it’s just small stuff y’know?”
Eventually the conversation turns, and the night begins to slow down. The split drinks left for tomorrow’s problem.
Eventually it was just you and Chris passing the last of your joint, you laughed at his jokes trying to not be obnoxiously loud.
“How did you get into it, the videos I mean.”
You were surprised at his sudden question but answered him nevertheless
“Well it just happened, it just seemed fun. It’s anonymous so no one knows it’s me, that’s the fun part and I love it.”
He nodded at your sincerity, a smile creeping onto his face.
“Okay, okay hear me out…”
You rolled your eyes and listened in waiting for his next joke, waiting for the punchline.
“I’ll be your assistant in your next video.”
Your assistant? You couldn’t believe his offer even if he’s joking. Intrigued, you scooted a little closer to him and laughed,
“Oh really?”
Chris nodded and tried painting the scene for you, using his hands as gesture.
“Just set that camera up and I’ll be there as a help to you, anything you need.”
You hummed and looked at him, his dorky smile plastered on his face
“Anything?”
Your heart skipped a beat at the idea, shamelessly letting it warm your core. Using Chris in all the ways you have imagined, he nodded still laughing until he noticed your shift in mood,
“I’m sorry, did I push it too far?”
You shook your head and picked at the skin on your cuticles, avoiding his eye contact but continued with your teasing.
“Don’t back down now, Chrissy.”
This caught Chris off guard, he swallowed hard and scratched the back of his neck. You grabbed his hand examining his calloused knuckles, your mind replaying dirty thoughts over on how you’d use them.
Chris stayed quiet as your eyes traced him, his bulge reappearing just like earlier. This time it was more prominent, and you noticed immediately.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Your hand traced all the lines and rough spots of his hand, slowly massaging them. You chewed on your lip before finally meeting his gaze. He looked enamored, and was speechless.
“Well I said I would help you didn’t I? Use my hands, or whatever you’d like.”
You could tell his words were still laced with humor but this time he seemed more sincere, waiting patiently for your response.
You moved closer and straddled his lap. You kept his hands in yours and looked him in the eyes.
“Too much?”
He shook his head immediately, desperation in his eyes. He pulled his hands from yours and rested them on your body
“How about we take this upstairs?”
He suggests as his glasses slip a little, he looked obsessed.
You hummed and started to shift off but he held you down, instead he stood up with your legs still hooked around him. He held you all the way up to the room you were staying in, you giggled and kissed his face and neck all the way up.
As you both entered the room he immediately noticed the camera and supplies thrown across the vanity, like you had planned to film later in the night. You blushed forgetting you had set up.
“Planned on getting me naked huh?”
You giggled at his suggestion and purred as he nipped your neck. He laid you on the bed and admired your beauty, even in a loose shirt and shorts he still felt himself getting lost in your look.
“Did you really wanna film?”
He looked up at your face at the suggestion, his mind thinking of all the ways he would make you come undone. Finally with a nod you get up and make your way to the vanity. There’s an array of outfits and a few toys, the camera sitting facing the bed.
“If you’re gonna play with me you gotta mask up.”
You showed him several different ones, both settling on a ghost face one. You humored him as he put it on and tried scaring you,
“Oh, okay nice one bud.”
You adjust the camera on the vanity to face the edge of the bed, then dim the lights so it’s just the lamps on. The lighting and scene setting the mood.
You pat his back before sitting on the bed looking up at him through your lashes, finally putting on your bunny mask that covers only your upper face.
“You ready Chris?”
He nods now being silent, he puts his hand to cup your cheek and you notice his hands shaking a little.
“Come here handsome.”
Switching places now letting Chris sit at the edge of the bed. You stand and dance a little feeling your liquid courage hit your blood stream. Slowly you peel off the baggy tee leaving your upper body exposed.
Chris groaned at the sight and rubs the bulge now poking prominently against his pajama pants for the third time this night, all because of you.
You moved his hands and put them on your waist before leaning in and grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck. You kissed his adam’s apple then his ear, whispering instructions.
“Take my shorts off”
He immediately went to pull them down, eager to see what was under.
“Good job, assistant”
He hums at the sight of you just in your underwear and the bunny mask. You moved your hips and gave him and the camera show, his eyes milking every second of the exposed skin. You make your way to the vanity and start touching yourself sensually for the video, masked Chris in the background palming himself with your every movement.
Slowly you move back over to him and sit on his lap, unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chest. You whimper at the sight and started kissing his neck and shoulders.
Even if Chris wasn’t the most athletically fit man your mouth still watered at his body, you rarely ever saw him shirtless.
His hands trail over yours and cup your breasts, massaging them earning soft whines from your lips.
You move your hips and rub your core on his clothed thigh desperate for some friction, you beg for more.
“Tell me what you want.”
You are surprised at his sudden confidence and it sends shivers down your spine.
“Your fingers.”
He hums in approval and rubs his hand to your ass giving it a squeeze. He moves your underwear to the side and rubs your folds earning a cry from you.
He plays with you with expertise which makes you wonder how much he has done this, mentally you snicker since just a few moments earlier he seemed very nervous, finally he begins slipping in a finger.
You roll your hips riding his hand and begin moaning with ever thrust of his fingers.
Your noises give him confidence, he continues his playful movements on your slit. Your face turns to the camera and you exaggerate your moans making your mouth into an O shape.
Chris helps you slip off your underwear leaving you almost fully exposed for him, if it wasn’t for his mask he would’ve loved to get a taste of your sweetness. He took a mental note to save that for later.
“Let me taste… please?”
You put on your best puppy dog eyes and stick your bottom lip out as show, you want him to feel in control, even if you both know who really is.
You two readjust and suddenly you realize just how big Chris is, you haven’t even seen his cock yet and you know just by looking at him you’ll be overwhelmed,
You grab the waistband of his pajamas and slowly start pulling down revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock springs up and slaps his lower stomach, precum dripping down to the base and his tip looking agitated, just ready to be played with.
“So big, isn’t he so big?”
You spit onto your palm and take him in your hands, sensually start jerking him off. Your spit coating his cock ready for your mouth.
Chris grunts and automatically thrusts your way, he wants to apologize but he sees the look in your eyes. He grabs the base of your hair and wraps it around his knuckles balling it up, using it as leverage to push your mouth deeper onto his cock.
He continues his abuse onto your mouth, your eyes watering and noises vibrating against his length as additional pleasure for you.
You eventually move your mouth off and look back up to him, you give him a soft smile before giving more instructions,
“Wanna ride you…”
Your request is a whisper but was loud and clear for him, he helped you up before sitting back down to his previous position. This time you both are naked.
You purr into his ear and tangle your fingers into his hair, setting yourself up onto him. Your chest presses flush against his, feeling his warmth against your own. Finally you sink down, his hands shaking as he grabs onto your hips to stable both of you.
“You’re doing good Chris”
You could tell he had that dorky smile on his face even if you couldn’t see it.
You two continued on like that, but something about this felt different for you than anything else you had filmed before.
Mostly you recorded yourself, with toys or just videos of your body as content. It was amazing, but with Chris it felt so personal and intimate.
Your eyes gloss over as you continue your thoughts, realizing you’re sleeping with your best friend and you’re loving it.
Your bodies mold together with every thrust, and your moans grow louder and louder. You knew everyone might hear but you didn’t mind, you’d prepare for any teasing tomorrow morning.
“Oh Chris, yes!”
Chris is holding onto your ass helping you bounce up and down, his hips thrusting and meeting you at every one.
His whines only motivated you more wanting to help him reach his finish,
“Wanna finish for me?”
As you whisper you kiss his ear lobe and push his chest down, falling down with him. You use the bed to stabilize your arms before continuing your movements. His hands trailed over your body, touching all your most sensitive spots.
Both of your moans bounced off the walls as you contribute to get closer to your climaxes, desperate for it.
Chris rubbed your clit and held you down onto his chest with his other hand, rutting into you.
With a scream of his name you finally feel yourself coming undone, white flashes spreading through your mind as pleasure rips through your body. You continue heavy breathing and Chris chases his own finish.
“M’close…”
He huffed out as he continued his thrusts, pulling you closer with his arms.
You kissed his neck but needed more, you pulled up his mask just enough to see his lips and kissed them. His lips felt so soft against yours, his needy noises coming out as he quickly pulled out.
His warm white cum coated your inner thigh, leaving you slick.
With one last kiss you pulled his mask back down to fully cover his face, and began getting off of him.
You walked over to the camera and blew a kiss, saying your goodbye and clicking off to save the video. You definitely were gonna click back to edit and watch it, your stomach getting butterflies just thinking about it.
“Wow.”
Chris let out a shaky laugh as he tossed the mask onto the bed, his glasses covered in condensation. You laughed as he wiped it off and readjusted them. You slipped off your mask and suddenly felt more exposed than you had all night.
“Was that okay?”
He nodded and rose off the bed walking over to you,
“Was I a good enough assistant?”
You scoffed and hit his arm softly,
“Uh yeah, might need to keep you around.”
He pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes listening to his steady heart beat. After some comfortable silence you part away and start changing into some pajamas, throwing his pants at him.
“Wanna stay in here tonight?”
It was back to your best friend banter, like nothing had happened.
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how to crash a library date
with: Oikawa Tooru as your secret admirer
warnings: nothing but pure humor and fluff. oh, and also, Iwazumi is here hehe.
a/n: request of @suosteacup for the How to Crash a Date blog event. Thank you for joining darlin', hope you enjoy it 😊💕
"Iwa-kun, how copy?"
"I'm literally beside you, you idiot!" A smack comes hot against Tooru's nape, making him flinch and almost step out of his hideout — which is just one of the wooden bookshelves around the college's library.
Why he's getting such a hostile treatment? Everything he did was nag Hajime all afternoon until he gave up on the hope of being freed and let himself being dragged to the library to help him out with his "unrequited love", as he likes to name his situation with you.
Which is actually him being too much of a chicken to come up and ask you out. But he'd never admit that out loud.
"O-okay, she's there, what should I do now?" He concerns, not used to not knowing what to say to a girl. Imagine that, Oikawa Tooru, best setter of the team's college, getting all sweaty hands to speak to a lady?
Hajime squints, slowly fuming inside. "What do you mean 'what should I do now'? Don't you have a plan?"
Tooru shushes him, checking you out through a gap between the books in case you heard his unpleasant loud friend. As he sees you're still taking notes — so beautiful concentrated, he adds — he returns his focus to the brown-haired boy beside him.
"Look, I brought you here to help me out, Iwa-kun. If you don't want to, fine, you can— Wait, I didn't told you to leave!" He holds tightly on his friend arm as soon as he moves to walk out. "C'mon man, I'm desperate... You know how much I like her. If I don't do something now, I might lose her for good..."
Oikawa is for sure the most irritating person he knows; but as much as he gives him many migraines, he's still his best friend. And by the crestfallen look on his face, he really means his words. It's rare the times where Tooru doesn't feel confident on his own to do things or get what he wants.
You must be really special.
Relenting, he sighs. "Fine... I'll help you out." And after a few seconds of pondering and thinking, a light bulb shines in his mind. Tooru gets hopeful, even more when he hears the magic words "I have an idea" coming out of his friend's mouth; but he can't help but also gulp as soon as he sees a mischievous grin growing on Hajime's face.
It's been five minutes since Han, your nice colleague from History class, meets you in the library to start one of the group essays Mr. Irihata requested for next week. It's the first time you both do it together, as he proposed early, and it's going better than you expected, to be honest. It's not everyday that you find a freshman who actually cares about his grades.
It's all very peaceful, until you both hear a loud bang.
You're on your feet, startled and scanning the room to see what happened. Just a few meters away from the table you've been sat, it's Tooru, swallowed by a dozen of books that you guess fell on top of him, considering the bookshelf also fallen on the floor beside his body.
You hurriedly goes after him, crunching down and helping him get away of the sea of "juvenile literature". He's lucky these books aren't heavy like some others. Helping you save the injured man, comes Iwazumi from nowhere, making you feel a bit more at ease since you'd probably need to carry Oikawa to the infirmary room.
"Owww." The book's victim groans, finally being freed of all the physical literature early above him. He brushes his left arm, which you can see it has some reddish spots forming on it.
"Tooru, what happened?" You worriedly ask, placing a hand on his shoulder while checking his face to see if there's any severe bruise.
Hajime can only watch as his plan develops.
"Oh, I-I was just looking for a book at the top, and the whole thing came down on me." He titters, resting a hand on the back of his head. "But I'm fine, really, no need to worry about me, sweet _____."
You can't help but chuckle. When he finally decides to give a chance to a real book this year, he gets in a accident at the most peaceful place inside campus. Oikawa is surely out of this world.
"C'mon, I'll help you, you should see the nurse just in case." With Iwazumi's help, you both support Tooru's body with ease, since he doesn't seem injured on his legs. He uses your shoulders as support though, and follows and you lead him to the exit. You offer an apologetic look to Han, letting him know you won't be able to continue your study session for now.
You miss the exchange of smirks and glances between the two best friends.
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Ice Prince - figure skater!Armin Arlert x gen!Reader
☾ summary ➼ when taking your little brother to an ice skating camp for beginners, you're thrown for a loop. Your brother's coach wasn't just talented, he was cute and adorable as hell. ☾ content/warnings ➼ modernAU, fluff, meetcute, no use of y/n or physical descriptors, reader has a little brother, soft bby armin ☾ wc ➼ ~4.05k ☾ a/n ➼ this is for @crazychaoticizzy and @cinnamon-girl-writes 's full throttle event!! thank you guys so much for inviting me as well as being patient with me. this was so fun to write and i hope you enjoy it!! also i'm posting this from my writing blog lol
A single tug on your hand grabs your attention. Looking down, you see your nerve-wracked little brother, wide-eyed with taut lips. You stop in the middle of the parking lot belonging to your local ice rink, the winter sun beaming down on you two from above.
“Are you still nervous?” You whisper down to him, turning to face him as you bend down to his eye level. You give him a soft smile and a reassuring squeeze on the hand that still grips yours.
“I’m going to be laughed at.” Your brother says in a small voice. His eyes avert from yours.
“Little sparrow, they will not laugh at you. You’re a beginner, just like them! Falling is inevitable and normal.” You reach over to fix the thick winter coat that warms his little body. “Besides, if anyone laughs at you, then they have your big sister to answer to first.” You smirk.
He searches your face, as if he might find any doubt that would contradict your words. The little boy finds none. He takes a shuddering breath before inhaling deeply one last time. With a determined nod, he squeezes your hand and leads you to the large entrance to the arena.
Upon entering through glass double doors, the sounds of children laughing and metal against ice fill your ears. There’s a booth ahead with a kind looking lady, who is currently reading through a clipboard as you both step up. The woman is unaware as she mutters to herself, so you clear your throat gently.
“Oh!” She pops up, fixing her glasses that had shifted down her nose. “Welcome! I assume you are here for camp?” Her voice is soft, almost fragile.
“Yes. Well, not me. For this little man right here.” You tilt your chin down in his direction, shifting the woman’s attention to the wide-eyed boy.
“Ah, perfect. Name?” She goes back to the clipboard, ready to mark off the newcomer.
“Zachary Simmons.”
“There he is! Looks like he’s in Mr. Arlert’s group.” she says excitedly.
“Which is a good thing, right?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Very. He made it here for once. He’s usually gone for this season for tournaments or other miscellaneous events. He’s a great teacher and even sweeter man. This little one will love him.” She puts down her clipboard and beams towards the both of you.
“Uhh, right. Yes. Thank you. Where is that group?” Your eyes look around the semi-busy arena.
“All the way to the left and back. There should be about five other children in the group, and you’re looking for the blonde-haired man.”
Zach doesn’t hesitate to drag you in the direction without another word, and a bubble of laughter escaping you because of his newfound enthusiasm. On your way through, you see many other children giggling and talking with excitement, ready for the next three days.
“Would you like some help, Dela?” You hear a soft-spoken voice as you turn into a quieter section of the arena. Your eyes snap to the source of it, seeing a blonde-haired man squatting with his back to you, facing a little girl who sits on a bench with her feet propped up on what looks like the man’s knee. It seems he’s helping her lace up her skates. After a moment, he leans back as the little girl swings her feet, testing the tightness.
“Thank you, Armin!” She says gratefully before attempting to stand up with help from the man, his hands holding her by her shoulders for stability.
“Let’s take it slow, okay? Try and walk along the wall to the others.” He instructs. You can hear a small smile in his voice. He stands tall, much taller than you, then turns.
You’re caught off guard.
Mr. Arlert is adorably cute. He has boyish features, bright blue eyes, soft pink tinged cheeks, and a sweet smile. He also seems to be about your age, if not older. He’s wearing a sweatshirt that hangs loose on his lean body, followed by equally baggy windbreaker pants and a pair of worn-out sneakers.
He steps over to where you and your brother stand, offering an outstretched hand. You take it hesitantly, surprised by how warm and soft his hand is. But, despite the delicate and soft features, his grip is strong.
“Hi, you must be the Simmons?” He inquires. Even his voice is soft, soothing even.
“That would be us. This is Zach.” You release your brother’s hand and place it on his upper back, nudging him forward. Once bouncing with excitement, he is now suddenly very shy.
“Hi, Zach.” Mr. Arlert bends down to Zach’s level, resting his hands on his knees as he smiles. “I’m Armin Arlert, welcome!”
“H-hello, Mr. Arlert.”
“Please, call me Armin. I’m so happy to have you in my group.” Armin’s eyes trail to the pair of skates with the laces knotted together, hanging off Zach’s shoulder. “Are you ready to have fun?”
Zach tilts his head up to look at you, as if waiting for permission. You offer a thumbs up with a smile, which makes him crack his own goofy grin.
“I’ll be here the whole time. You’ll be okay.” You mutter down to him, ruffling his hair. You’re met with a grumpy swat at your hand, but even still. Zach smiles and nods to Armin, subtly relaxing.
“Why don’t go lace up over there,” he points to the bench that the little girl was just sitting on moments ago. “While I talk to your mom.” His eyes meet yours, ocean deep blue. You’re so mesmerized by him that you barely catch on to what he said.
“Oh! No, um. Not his mom, I’m his sister.” You wave your hands in front of your chest in a dismissive manner. Zach couldn’t care less as he bounds over, quickly slipping off his winter boots.
Armin stands up, a bright blush creeping up his neck and face. He’s a few inches taller than you, not enough to tower but still enough that you have to tilt your chin to meet his gaze.
“I’m so sorry! That was incredibly rude of me to assume. You don’t even look that old, it’s just habit since most of the kids come with their moms so.” He nervously cards his fingers through his blonde hair, pushing the strands back and away from his face, which inevitably falls back into place.
“No, you’re okay! It’s a common misconception.” You shake your head, eyes wide. “My mother married his dad, then they had him when I was in high school. It was definitely not something I wasn’t prepared for, but I really like Nick, he’s good to my mom. My biological dad left the picture early on…” you ramble, your fingers fidgeting with the rings that adorn your fingers. “Which… you definitely did not need to know that. I’m sorry.” You laugh nervously as you avert your gaze, your cheeks now heating up in embarrassment.
“It’s really okay, I’m not judging one bit! In fact, I think it’s really sweet how much you care for him. I’ve heard stories of stepsiblings and stepparents not getting along well, so it’s great that you both are so close.”
There’s a moment of silence as you both ingest the conversation that just transpired between the two of you.
“Um,” Armin clears his throat. “I’m going to start with the kids. Feel free to sit over on those benches if you’d like to stay.” He turns on his heel and walks away briskly.
Your eyes travel in the direction Armin has suggested, seeing a myriad of parents either working on hobbies they brought with them or video recording their kids fall on the ice. With a heavy sigh, you make your way over and sit next to a woman who was currently knitting what looked like a winter hat.
You assumed the few hours would pass by playing on your phone, anything to distract from the boredom that would inevitably creep into your bones. But that’s not how it went. Much to your surprise, you’re enamored with how Armin slides across the ice with grace. It’s as if he’d been doing this his whole life.
You finally understand by what the woman at check-in had meant by Mr. Arlert being away every year. He is a talented skater as she said, enough to be medal worthy.
You watch as he instructs the children on correct posture, being patient while taking the extra time to help each individual kid that needed assistance. Not once did a flicker of annoyance or frustration cross his features. If anything, he was having the time of his life by the way he smiled and spoke words full of compassion.
By the end of the day, your brother glows with confidence. His semi-toothless grin beams at you while changing back into his sneakers, the weight of his used skates hanging on your shoulders. He doesn’t stop chatting to another boy sitting next to him on the bench who was also lacing his sneakers. You smile fondly.
“Your brother is a natural, are you sure he wants to stay in the beginner’s class?” That familiar soft-spoken voice pipes up behind you.
You turn to face Armin who was currently using a fluffy towel to wipe the sweat his face. There’s no hint of jest in his features, only sweet sincerity. And true curiosity.
“Oh, he has very little experience. He tried it once when he was much younger, out on the lake in the dead of winter. He hurt himself, and that was it. They tried everything for years to get him to try again, but…” You mentally pinch yourself for rambling on again, a ridiculous nervous habit.
“So, what made him want to try again?”
Now it’s your turn to look at Armin with curiosity. To have someone genuinely interested in what you had to say was not something you come to expect from people you just met. It only makes the small smile tugging at your lips that much sweeter.
“He found an old video of our mom and dad figure skating together a few years before he was born, and he’s been watching every day since then. Our parents met on the ice, actually. It’s where they fell in love. He’s under the impression he’ll find his first love on the ice too. Silly kid.” You chuckle softly as you turn to face Zach again who is talking animatedly about something with his new friend.
“Hm.” Armin thinks for a moment. “So, that must mean you’re pretty talented in skates as well?” You meet his gaze again with tight lips.
“Definitely not. I’ve never even been on the ice before.”
“No? Not interested or…?”
“Never really gave it much thought. I was so focused on my studies, I refused to have anything outside of that since it was a distraction.” You shake your head dismissively before cracking a smile. “But it’s okay. I get to live vicariously through Zach. And, well now you, I guess. You’re a very talented skater, the way you move is very beautiful.” Your words slip out faster than you can stop them, heat rushing up into your cheeks again.
“Anyway!” You chuckle nervously as you back away with your car keys in hand. “I really need to take us home for dinner. Uh, see you tomorrow, I think.” You say quickly before turning and walking straight to where Zach still stands. You mentally berate yourself the whole way back to the car and on the ride home.
The second day of camp came and went faster than you would have liked. Much like the day before, you were enchanted by the way Armin carved into the ice. It was almost as if it required little no effort for him.
Somewhere around noon, Zach collided with another camper which flared up your sibling instincts. Before you could throw off the soft blanket you had brought with you, Armin was there in an instant. He had dropped to his knees to help your brother up, gently gripping his biceps as he steadied Zach's trembling posture.
There was something about the compassionate moment that made your heart melt. It’s not unusual to see someone comforting an upset child, but the way Armin went about it was just as stunning as he was in his skates. At that point, you had left your stuff on the bleachers while you made your way down to the entrance separating the ice and the carpeted floor.
As if nothing happened, Zach clumsily skates off to meet up with his friend. You only see the back of his head so you aren't able to get a good look at his face, but you can imagine the smile that lights up on it like it usually does once he's feeling better.
The sound of scraping startles you, paired with Armin's lean body gracefully holding on to the half wall to stop his slide. He looks at you with a soft gaze and kind smile. From his position, you can make out the subtle light freckles that scatter on the bridge of his nose and fade out towards his cheekbones.
“Your brother reminds me a lot of myself when I was his age.” He states.
“Clumsy?” You laugh under your breath as your eyes trail back to your brother. He's currently working on starting and stopping with a wild grin.
“Yes,” He chuckles as well. “and determined. He's a fighter.” The sincerity in his compliment draws your eyes back to his.
“What made you want to start skating?” You rest your forearms on top of the half-wall, leaning forward onto the balls of your feet.
“Well, let's just say something traumatic happened when I was a kid, and I found that figure skating distracted my mind. It became therapeutic, and then it just stuck.” He shrugs as if that was that. In all honesty, you wanted to ask more. You wanted to know more about this soft spoken man before you.
“I'm really sorry to hear that.”
“Oh, it's fine really! I found something I love because of it.” The way his eyes scrunch when he genuinely smiles almost kills you. “What do you like to do in your spare time?”
At the time, you assumed this was polite small talk. Something to pass the time while the kids practiced starts and stops. To Armin, though, this was him trying to learn as much about you as he could.
“Well, it's nothing exciting as skating, that's for sure.” You prop your chin up on a palm as you continue to lean on the wall. “I like to write.”
“That can be very exciting depending on what you write! Can I know?” There's that genuine and sincere curiosity again.
“Well, it depends, I guess. I'm working on a murder mystery right now.” You purse your lips in thought, thinking back to the last paragraph you had outlined.
“That sounds extremely exciting!” His eyes widen, soft blue eyes filled with wonder. “Have you published any?”
“No, I don't think I will. It's more of a hobby if anything.” You shift your weight onto the other foot.
“Still, it’s great that you write. I love to read, so if you ever publish it I'd love to read it. Having a best selling author live in my town? That's a pretty cool fun fact.” Despite Armin's confident words, his face turns a pale carmine red. It's adorable on him. Your face heats up as well, his words resonating through you.
“O-oh, well. If I ever do, I'll make sure to give you a signed copy.” Another nervous laugh leaves you.
A resounding thud sounds behind Armin, followed by a child’s cry. “Ah, shit.” He whispers under his breath. His blue eyes meet yours and gives you an apologetic smile before pushing off the wall and skating over to the fallen beginner.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips, finally able to breathe normally. There was something about being in his presence that left you dizzy. He was calm. Peaceful. Refreshing.
The third and final day was more than you bargained for.
Considering it was a three day camp, perfect results were not expected. If anything, this camp served as a way to teach kids the basics of skating and if they liked it and wanted more, there were sign up sheets for lessons that started in about a month.
The way that Zach talked about the camp at the dinner table, it was clear he wanted to continue to practice. Your parents were elated, of course. As were you, but for an entirely different reason. The last two nights consisted of you thinking about Armin against your will. There was just something about him.
So, when your little brother comes bounding up to you with the seasonal sign up forms with his request to be in Armin's class, you could feel your heart leaping up into your throat – either from anxiety or excitement, you couldn't tell. You just know that you'd be the one transporting Zach, which meant you could see Armin every week. You roll your eyes at yourself the moment that thought crosses your mind.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask Zach as you read through the sign up sheets and waivers, your eyes glancing up at him from the overwhelming amount of words that swim on the page. You'd let your parents take care of this, you decide.
“Yes! I really like him, he's a good teacher. He said he liked my skates too!” His ice skates were slung over his shoulder like they usually were. The red and orange flames on the side of them make your eyebrows quirk, because it's the first time you've seen them like this. “Plus, I think you like him too!” He giggles at the way your body language changes from being flustered.
“You don't know what you're talking about! Shush!” You give him a look, scrunching your nose.
“I see the way you look at him!”
“Stop!”
“Are you going to kiss him?”
“Zachary I swear to-!"
“Zach!” The friend that your brother had made calls him over, standing next to his mom. They're both smiling in your direction, waving politely. With permission from both moms (and a physical meet up of course), a little playdate and dinner were set up to celebrate.
Honestly, you could have just dropped him off in the care of the mother at the beginning of the day. But, then you wouldn't be able to see the way Armin smiled every time he hit the ice.
“Just go.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Despite the annoyances, you still grab him and pull him into your chest for a final hug. “Don't forget to call if anything happens. And if you're ready to come home earlier than planned, please let us know. Do you have your jacket and everything?” You say down to him, finally releasing him from your grip.
It was his turn to scrunch his nose at you.
“Yes, yes, and yes. Can I go now?” He nods, clutching the little drawstring bag he brought with him in his little hands.
“Okay, okay. Go have fun.” With a smile, you watch him run off. He's never been great at having friends, so the sight of him laughing so freely with someone else is nice.
You turn to head out the large double doors, checking your pockets and hands to make sure you have everything. Wallet, phone, earbuds, sign up sheets, waivers… keys? You pat around all of your pockets, hoping maybe that you put them in a different pocket than usual.
Nothing.
With a deep groan, you turn around and head back to the back bleachers where you were sitting just moments before. At this point, the arena was next to empty. The only people left were mingling camp and venue staff, and they were all up front tidying everything up.
After five minutes of deep searching in every crevice of the nasty seats, you sit up with a frustrated sigh. The thought of someone stealing your keys and driving off fills your mind, dread slinking its way through your body like a snake.
“Ugh, what am I going to tell mom…” You whine into the air with your hands thrown up in defeat.
“Um. I assume these might be yours?” The soft-spoken voice behind you creates goosebumps down your arms.
You turn around slowly and see Armin looking at you with your car keys dangling from his lithe fingers. The relief that crashes over you is palpable, so much so that you aren’t aware of how quickly you threw yourself off the bleachers and almost on top of him.
“Oh my gosh, thank you Armin! You just saved me hours of being yelled at by my parents.” Armin drops them into your open palm with a shake of his head.
“It’s no problem. I’ve been looking around for you anyway, so this works out.” He smiles at you as if what he just said wasn’t that big of a deal. Again, despite his confident and unwavering expression, the red around his neck and face tells just how awkward he must be feeling.
“For me?” You tuck your keys and other belongings in the shoulder bag you brought. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yes! Everything is fine. Um,” he runs his fingers through his blonde locks as he looks down at you with a shy smile. “I was wondering if you’d like to learn how to skate while you were here.” His voice slowly gets quieter. The way he lifts his arm to rub the back of his neck nervously gives a good display of his lean muscles and milky skin under the bright fluorescent lights.
There’s a moment of silence, him waiting for your response and you slowly comprehending his question.
“Learn? Like, me…? Get out on the ice…?”
A soft huff escapes Armin’s lips, the nervous smile now an amused grin.
“Yes. I’m here, I promise I won’t let you fall.”
“I don’t think you want to see that. And, I don’t even have skates.”
“There are ones you can borrow from the rental booth.”
“Don’t you have to pay for those?”
“So, is that a yes?” His blue eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, excitement even at the proposition of spending actual time with you outside of professionality.
“I-I don’t know. I’m not very balanced.” You step away slightly, feeling your face heat up yet again.
“What if I promise that you won’t fall and that I’ll buy dinner after? If you do fall, then we can promise to never see each other again.” There’s a small playful smirk that threatens to tug on the corners of his mouth.
You purse your lips at him, fingers intertwining with each other as you weigh your pros and cons. On the one hand, you could finally indulge yourself with what might happen between the two of you. On the other, you’d have to lace up some skates and pray your jeans don’t rip.
“Do I get to choose the restaurant?” You meet his gaze with a quirked eyebrow.
“Sure.” He chuckles. From his voice to his laugh to the delicate features on his face, you wonder how anyone could say no to him.
It takes you a while to find skates that fit you comfortably. They were very used and even smelled like it too, much to your disdain. Armin makes sure to hold you by the arm as he leads you back to the rink entrance, letting go so he can step on the ice first then holds his hand out to you to take.
“I never got your name, by the way.”
You take it in your own hand, pleasantly surprised yet again by how warm it was. Your fingers tighten around his palm as he gently pulls you into him. Already you can feel your legs trembling under you – but was it the nerves or the lack of skill, you didn’t know. Regardless, you give him a smile.
“That’s because I haven’t told you yet. Buy me dinner first, then I’ll talk.”
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BnHA Chapter 428: Night of the Kouhai
Previously on BnHA: Well at least Spinner is sort of kind of doing okay??
Today on BnHA: I see the check that I sent to Horikoshi finally cleared.
okay first things first, you all know how it is right. I’ve never made a secret of my Kacchan bias on this blog. I promise you I did actually write a recap to 426 and 427 as well, but both of those chapters went HEAVY on the themes and drama and philosophical shit, and my reactions were kind of all over the place, and the Todoroki one in particular was like a million words wrong and it needs a shit ton of editing which I don’t know when I’ll have the spoons for
on the other hand however, a chapter like this which features class 2A cuteness and an absolutely unreasonable amount of Kacchan character development fanservice to hyperfixate on, takes absolutely no spoons at all and in fact actively recharges some of my spoons, so yeah. here we are
anyway so when we last left off Kacchan and Shouto were in terrible danger from a threat more terrifying than any they’ve ever encountered before. so I already knew this chapter was going to be great
“IIDA IS BIG AND STRONG AND AUTHORITATIVE, LET’S HIDE BEHIND HIM, HE WILL PROTECT US” everyone, I’m delighted to announce that the BnHA manga ending arc, despite having its ups and downs until this point, has officially been saved thanks to this panel right here. pack it up folks. this was officially a sweeping success. this panel brought Tomura back to life and teleported Touya’s mind back into his childhood self from roughly ten years ago time travel fix-it style. Horikoshi you beautiful bastard
Shouto trying to explain that he can handle them one on one but just not ALL TOGETHER IN THIS TERRIFYING SWARM LIKE THIS... buddy you don’t have to explain yourself sob. or is he trying to negotiate with them??
meanwhile Kacchan skips the negotiations entirely because he’s already assessed the situation and knows that the best way to handle this is to appeal to Iida Tenya’s boundless love of regulation and social order
y’all it’s killing me that this boy can handle being LITERALLY MURDERED by the greatest evil the world has ever known. but a group of admiring fifteen year old kouhais? no sir. that’s where he taps out
“but I thought Bakugou liked attention” yes well, you see, Shinsou, it’s kinda a “monkey’s paw curls” sort of thing
Kaminari with the BLACK SPEECH BUBBLE lmfao. FRIENDSHIP WITH KACCHAN HAS BEEN CANCELLED. NOW MIDORIYA IS MY BEST FRIEND
“well you see up until recently the ladies all thought Kacchan was a feral troll so they avoided him at all costs” wow Deku this man literally died for you and you just throw him under the bus with zero hesitation just like that
“SOURCE: ME, HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND” just adding in his credentials in that little footnote there lest anyone question his authority on the subject
wait so is Shinsou surprised that girls used to not like Kacchan? or is he surprised that Kacchan and Deku were childhood friends? I can see how the latter might be surprising (oh Shinsou, sometimes I forget that you effectively just got here. we have so much to catch you up on. you will not BELIEVE how badly the two of these kids just want to hold hands all the time), but ngl, I’m rooting for the former just for the implications. “you’re seriously telling me a certified ten like him never had any girls interested in him?”
Horikoshi, hear me out, I know there are only two chapters left after this, and they’ve both already been written. but if you wanted to rewrite one of them at the last minute in order to add about a dozen more pages solely dedicated to Shinsou interrogating the rest of class 2A about Kacchan’s love life, out of what he insists is just innocent curiosity with no ulterior motives. well, I would not complain about that
anyway so yes Shinsou he is still single, for now. though I don’t really think it’s the girls you need to be worried about
meanwhile Mineta is all, “I just wanted to let all of you know MY opinion, which is that Bakugou isn’t morally upstanding enough for my delicate sensibilities.” yes you heard that right. Mineta of all people is weighing in on which personalities are deserving of being popular. that’s some audacity right there
A WILD DEKU FANBOY APPEARS???!
“IT GAVE ME COURAGE” omg yesssssss. jotting this down for essay material at some future point in time!! because THIS. this right here is the true “what it means to be a hero” in my opinion. a hero is someone who brings reassurance, yes. someone who makes people feel safe. but I think a hero should also be someone who makes people feel brave. someone who inspires other people to be heroic in turn. so yes, this, all of this, inject it into my veins. wtg Deku
having an official fanboy apparently broke Deku’s brain. hang in there bud. I know you’ve still got villain angst to work through, but try to enjoy this. you’re allowed to have nice things
IS MINETA STRANGLING KACCHAN BY HIS FUCKING TIE OMFG. THAT’S WHY HE NEVER USED TO WEAR THEM. also you’ve worn my patience down all the way now Mineta. get the fuck out of my blog
also Kacchan successfully beat the shit out of him with his ONE GOOD ARM so take that Mineta
also shoutout to this KiriBaku moment right here which feels like the first time we’ve had the two of them together in ages. good stuff
I’m LOVING this panel of Ochako staring at Deku all indecipherably, but ngl it’s also giving me just the slightest bit of anxiety, because does this mean we’re finally gonna get answers on what ultimately happened to Toga. it better not be sad. please don’t ruin my happy chapter with depressing things Horikoshi
“tell them no” OH MY GOD AIZAWA’S TURNING DOWN ALL THE INTERVIEW REQUESTS FOR HIS KIDS SO THEY CAN JUST BE KIDS AGAIN FOR A LITTLE WHILE nooooo what is this. “yeah but I’m prioritizing the kids who aren’t up for dishing to the media about all of their horrific trauma.” omfg. it’s been too long since my last Dadzawa feels. I wasn’t ready after all this time
you guys Izuku finally got a new hero costume that’s not in tatters after all this time. all it took was his old costume getting literally torn to shreds. and now he’s back to looking twelve years old again lol
JEANIST AND FATGUM REUNION?!?! RETURN OF KACCHAN’S THIRD DAD, AND A SECOND WACKY UNCLE TO BACK UP GOOD OLD MIC? GOD BLESS
FAT HIRED TAMAKI AS A SIDEKICK D’AWWWW
now they’re putting the kids to work. glorified janitorial duty. Deku you better not be using up any more of your embers on this sob
this motherfucker did not just liken my baby boy Kacchan to “distressed denim” omg. we have less than three chapters left and we’re spending our hard-earned time on this and I TRULY WOULD NOT CHANGE A SINGLE THING
“Kacchan on light duty” PROTECT HIM!!! don’t think I don’t see you over there too in the background, Aizawa. he’s surrounded by dads. they’re not letting him out of their sight again until he’s thirty
meanwhile he’s out here quietly sorting through trash with his one good hand without complaint and without even the barest hint of a gremlin face. with his half-and-half costume so we can’t see how fucked up his arm is. AND NO MORE MASK. we burned the mask. my thank you letters are in the mail, Horikoshi. and you too TomurAFO, this was your actual greatest contribution to society
ANOTHER DAD?!?!?!
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“don’t worry, I’m gradually recovering” fsdfkslfkj r.i.p. my ability to take this man seriously ever again. do you think his voice is like the normal sexy Edgeshot ASMR voice except all high-pitched like a squirrel in a Disney princess movie. it is, isn’t it
he can make hands now. buddy you’re amazing. mvp of the entire fucking manga. my son literally owes you his life. please let me see you sitting Jeanist’s shoulder like a parrot before this wonderful glorious chapter ends
Kacchan’s little cheek scar is somehow both badass and adorable at the same time. I can’t stress how fucking much this chapter is just surrounding me with “protect him at all costs” feelings.
MORE SOFT KACCHAN FEELS ON THE NEXT PAGE BECAUSE HORIKOSHI WROTE THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY FOR ME, THANK YOU SO MUCH
“are you... [ever] gonna go back to normal?” because if not he’s gonna cry himself to sleep every night for the rest of his life!! no big!! YOU WOULDN’T DO THAT TO HIM WOULD YOU EDGESHOT?
NO HE WOULD NOT. THANK YOU EDGESHOT. ONCE AGAIN YOU ARE A REAL ONE
...or wait. so does he mean he is indeed going to go back to normal eventually? or is it that he’s embracing this new form as an exciting new evolution, hence the “even further”? it kind of feels like the latter, ngl. especially with this weird sad little smile Kacchan gives in response... fuck me. what the hell am I gonna do when this series ends in two weeks. nobody can rip my soul to pieces as utterly and effortlessly as Horikoshi does, man
THEY MADE THE KIDS LUNCH AWWWW. though in fairness there’s something seriously messed up with Japan if any of these kids ever has to pay for another meal again for the REST OF THEIR LIVES. like come on
noooooo goddammit I’m tired of seeing Izuku quietly despairing over things that AREN’T HIS FAULT
I am glad to see this side of the civilian population, though. sure have come a long way since the low point that was the U.A. clown mob. I like this a whole lot better ngl
what’s up with this mysterious bus all of a sudden
OH MY GOD THEY’RE BACK LMAO. QUICKLY BAKUDADS. form a perimeter
they’re apologizing again dsfkjlskdfjlsfd THEY DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER EVERYONE’S CIRCUMSTANCES!!! holy shit these first years are all collectively my new favorite character
Cementoss couldn’t take the pressure omfg. is this your first year as a homeroom teacher?? YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING OUT OF CEMENT BUT CAN YOU MAKE YOURSELF A FREAKING SPINE, CEMENTOSS. I love him
Cementoss is telling them to go work in the corner so they don’t bother everyone else lmao. stuck them as far away from Kacchan as possible. good looking out, Cementoss. how many dads are we up to now?? five? six if we count Iida????
“hey so anyway what actually is up with these fucking kouhai though” I don’t know but my greatest regret is that this only became a thing three chapters before the series finale. where has this nonsense been all my life
“I don’t really understand” me neither fella but here in BnHA land we just roll with it
now we’re cutting back to Ochako who’s making yet another mysterious face that makes me think she knows perfectly well how much we all want to know whether Toga is alive or not, and she’s deliberately dragging it out just to fuck with us
okay I honestly can’t tell if Ochako is being fake cheerful or genuinely cheerful. but it’s definitely fake cheerful right??
aaaaand there’s a close up of Deku with FULL LIGHT back in his eyes like the clouds just parted for the first time in an age. accompanied by a THROB sound effect. ohhhh buddy. did my boy just have a hormone. is it finally that time
THEY’RE LETTING THE KIDS GO BACK HOME OMG. if they want. awwww. r.i.p. fanfic dorms. poor Shinsou missing out ONCE AGAIN
THEY DIDN’T CATCH THE CONCLUSION OF THE TOGACHAKO FIGHT ON FILM??! oh hell no. that settles it, she’s definitely still alive
tell me this cheeky motherfucker (Horikoshi, not Ochako lol) isn’t going to try and actually END THE SERIES with Toga’s fate still all ~mysterious~ and ~up in the air~ like I’m starting to get the sneaking suspicion that he’s doing
HORIKOSHI I SAID I DIDN’T WANT A DEPRESSING CHAPTER WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME WITH THESE FEELS AFTER I LET MY GUARD DOWN
YOU REALLY GAVE MY GIRL A SYMBOLIC FRODO STYLE ANGSTY STAB WOUND SO SHE CAN NEVER FORGET THE PAIN OF THAT DAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW WITH THIS
DEKU AHHHHHH
oh my god lol. I’m so curious what’s going to happen next week. my money for the record is on them bonding in a STRICTLY PLATONIC WAY over their respective dead(!??!?!) villains rather than a Romance Thing happening. but I wouldn’t be bothered if they do go there though just so long as we don’t get any timeskip epilogues where they’ve all got fucking kids and such now. don’t you do that to me Horikoshi Kouhei. I swear to god two chapters left omfg. this is really happening. the inexorable march of time etc. etc. ahhhhhhhhh
#bnha 428#bakugou katsuki#uraraka ochako#class 2-a#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#makeste reads bnha#happy light fades to rain day guys#at least the manga came through with some therapy after watching that scene again sob#also this is completely unedited and I'm gonna be out all the rest of the day after this#so I really hope I didn't miss some hugely obvious and embarrassing error lol but if yes oh well
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op of the werewolf comic was literally drawing himself, not "detransitioning her". presumably because he, being trans, didnt want to represent himself as a girl. thats common sense i fear
No, listen, it is vitally important we put a 19-year old on blast for drawing a boy in a meme instead of a girl.
I seriously can't stress this enough. This bullshit is all they ever talk about. They don't care about trans women except the ones who are compliant and into the same fetishes, they just want to hurt people and feel like martyrs online. Presumably hate crimes, transphobes legislating us out of existence, and campaign ads directly exploiting incarcerated Black trans women in support of a presidential candidate that wants us all dead, that's all, I don't know, too depressing, I guess? The TMEs stealing our memes and liking Rocky Horror, that's the real danger.
They call me a crypto-TERF because I think it's physically possible for a trans woman to cause harm to a trans man, and yet, I don't see them on any TERF's blocklist!
God, can you imagine not being on a TERF's blocklist? That would be so humiliating for any transfeminist with thousands of followers that regularly engages in aggressive activism!
Are they scared of actual, genuine transmisogynists? Is that it? Are they just cowards? Because they'll release the hounds on a nineteen year old drawing a silly meme where the girl happens to be a boy this time instead, but blogs that actively fantasize about murdering everyone with XY chromosomes, what, that intimidates them?
Or maybe they're just scared of seeing what TERFs actually think since they're so insecure in their femininity they have to pretend transphobes see them as women and only hate them exclusively. If you spent literally five seconds on a TERF's blog the fact that they feel the same contempt towards cis men would be glaringly obvious and that would emotionally obliterate these people. They wouldn't survive. Literally they would die because the idea of one person in the world mentally classifying them as men makes them have a screaming panic attack, which is also why they think getting included in a "hey guys" in a group that otherwise consists entirely of cis women and a parakeet is a deliberately cruel assault on the very soul of trans women everywhere rather than something to shrug off and politely ask to be excluded from in the future. I wish we were teaching trans girls to FUCKING COPE ONCE IN AWHILE instead of insisting that no, actually, you should have a fucking hysterical meltdown over fucking everything at all times regardless of context because no one will ever love you except for other trans women, assuming they aren't tainted by cooties from close proximity to t-boys, and you should never make friends or have sex with anyone else.
And isn't "this person drew themselves, a boy, instead of a girl, and that's bad" at the heart of it? Because just like TERFs, they see trans men as casualties in the gender war at best and willful traitors at worse. Usually both! Men will get "I want to impregnate him" jokes and that's fine, because like, sexual harassment and invalidation of one's identified gender isn't bad on principle or anything, it's entirely a matter of social karmic balance, men oppress women therefore you can do or say anything you want to a man, but like, make sure you only go after trans men, okay, because they might "socially murder" you by making a post about how you were objectively an asshole to them on their blog but saying things like that to a cis man could result in ACTUAL FUCKING MURDER WITH A FUCKING BASEBALL BAT.
#so angry about so many things#transandro phobia#trans misogyny#trans radical feminism#discourse#cw hate crimes
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Hii! I really like your work:) Hope you’re doing well! I’ve never requested anything from anyone on tumblr lol
Could you write reader(f) and Genji(Blackwatch or Post-blackwatch!) hanging with friends somewhere like at a party/gathering/bar and someone is clearly flirting with the reader but they’re clueless and Genji gets jealous and possessive? You can add if he interjects slightly or not, just want the ending to be nsfw 👀💦!
Ahh, I feel embarrassed 💀
Omg tsym!! And don't be!! You're asking this blog, yk.. the one created by pure lust for a fictional character so shhh. Never be ashamed of requests, I have the anon option for a reason ^^ I've chosen Blackwatch Genji because he is so much fun to write and absolutely strikes me as the type to be jealous. And sorry this took so long!! Enjoy ^^
Genji was always doing his job, whatever Reyes told him to do it was done. Overwatch was the reason he was alive, so it was his only motive in his new robotic life. His days were cold, devoid of the relaxed afternoons out in the sun. Instead of laying down in the gardens of the Shimada estate Genji would now be in medical office, or a back alley taking out a target. He never had that warmth again, even most of his body could never truly feel warm.
And yet somehow, Genji found someone. It felt like decades since he last felt the embrace of a woman, being looked at with such love regardless of how monstrous he saw himself. Which is why once he got a taste, he would never, never in a million years, let someone look at you the same way he got to.
You were everything. He finally felt alive, not just a being who was supposed to return the favor for living. You understood him. You were like a drug, a feeling of pure euphoria he never felt. Everything before Overwatch felt distant, blurry, and plagued by hatred of the one person he saw to be a friend let alone brother. Nobody could take that feeling or normalcy away from him, no man was deserving of you. You chose him, he was the only person to see you in such a way.
Genji grew to be both needy and lovesick for you, not that he didn't know it was wrong.. but after so long without love a man can change.
He was far different from the man he once was, Genji Shimada was popular with women. His spare time having a group of girls wanting a piece of the rich bad boy persona he had. Genji never really understood that feeling of jealousy the women around him had towards eachother. He'd always laugh at them, lighthearted of course but he didn't understand why. Not like he was fighting for attention, girls were easy. At least back then.
Which is why he glared daggers at the man who was sitting in his seat at the bar. Reyes had given him the night off, a rare luxury and you two decided to go on a little out of hour work function at some higher end bar. Overwatch didn't make them official but many people and their close loved ones were.
And Genji was well aware of the bastard cowboy in his spot. Cole Cassidy was the face he had to see countless times, never taking missions seriously and a real lack of care that just ticked him off in every conceivable way. Maybe that's how people thought of him before, but Cole just ticked him off more then he usually did.
Your smile was the only thing to keep that blood in the countless tubes of his body flowing. And that wasn't directed at him, no. The way you looked at Cole.. Genji hated it. He felt his arm shift, but he didn't retrieve the built in shurikens like he oh so wanted, as much as he wanted to pounce at the cowboy he knew better.
Genji knew one dumb action was enough to get him in hot waters, either with Reyes or the doctor responsible for his very life at the other table. Instead he just stepped over to you both, he was seething with anger. Cole had his back to the cyborg but you could see the slight bit of Genji's face he made visible. And you knew when he was angry.
"Cole. Move."
Was all the man said, cold and robotic. When he was pissed, the vocal box he had installed never failed to put people around him tense when he wanted them to be. Yet Cole just turned his head slightly, giving a casual shake of his head.
"What? Can't a man just have a little chat with a fine young lady?"
"Not with, Y/N. Now move."
In all honesty, you didn't see him in that way. Genji was all you needed, yet here you were not even aware of Cassidy trying to replace that. You were angry too, hell, Genji definitely made you two official and yet here was some rugged gunslinger not even making his flirting obvious. You definitely didn't mean to encourage it, just being polite and here Genji was seeing the worst.
Cole seemed peeved, but suprisningly got up with out a fight. Perhaps working with Genji gave him more insight to know when he should pick his battles, this moment definitely not being one of them. As you expected Genji to sit down he didn't, still standing behind the now empty chair. Odd, as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.
"We're going back home."
You thought about arguing, but that was clearly not the right thing to do. The ride home was quiet, and Genji still seemed ready to pounce at anyone who looked at you. If it wasn't Cole flirting you know anyone else would have to go to a hospital, not a single doubt there.
Stepping back into your shared apartment Genji still was quiet, a silent rage that spoke his feelings loud. The air felt tense, like everything around you both was waiting for what Genji was about to do. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him look back to you. His eyes narrowed.
"Why did you let him?"
You felt cold, he still had an edge to his voice.
"I.. I just thought he was being nice.. I know he was your coworker and just wanted to be friendly.."
"Friendly? Cassidy doesn't do shit unless he gains something."
Genji leaned over you, your breath hitched when you looked up to him. His brows were furrowed, and his nose scrunched from a presumed frown. He gave you a look over, focusing more downwards past your face.
He let out an angered sigh, hands shifting behind his head to remove the metal visor he had. Genji tossed the peice of metal onto a nearby chair, he turned back. You could see the displeased expression, a mix of annoyance and something else.
"Damned Cole.."
Was all he said before practically pouncing on you, pulling you close and kissing you. He nipped at your lips slightly, the kiss was clumsy. He was desperate for you, he wanted to claim you. He pulled away, letting you catch your breath.
"You're mine.. nobody else's."
You nodded.
"I'm yours."
"Good girl."
He kissed you once more, but ended it faster. He started to walk over to the bedroom, you followed him.
He opened the door for you, as you stepped in you heard the door shut and a click of the lock. You knew Genji always kept his door locked. He always was like that so the sound didn't startle you, but you always knew he locked the door when you two would fool around.
Your thoughts stopped when you felt him grab your arm harshly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to pull you to the bed. Genji pushed you down, your back hit the soft blankets of your comforter.
The man above you wasted no time in joining you on the bed, both your guy's legs dangled off the edge. That didn't matter, Genji was quick to tackle you to the mattress. He captured your lips into another heated make out, his hands roamed around your body. Grabbing at your flesh through your clothes, you could feel the hardening shaft in his pants against your leg. He wasn't getting any friction, he groaned into the kiss, clearly wanting more. He pulled away, panting like a dog in heat.
"Hah.. you're mine.. Y/N. Nobody else's."
His lids were half lidded, but held a passion that he always would have during his time with you. Genji was always head over heels for you, and being so close made him almost drunk at the feeling. And to think someone like Cole would try to steal it from him.
In the mix of lust and love for you, his hazy mind still had leftover resentment from the bar. He knew it wasn't you, and yet.. you still talked to him.
Genji always rode the fine line of right and wrong. Before he still tried to be a good person, the things he would do in the bedroom remained pretty vanilla. But now, he saw it as something he could never have again, yet he does. That passion always makes him indulge roughly, grabbing and skin and biting until blood spills.
Just like now, how he ruts at a hard and fast pace. As he kissed you he nipped at your lips, groaning at the slight taste of iron on his tongue. Genji's grip was firm, too firm. The hand he had left of his broken body dug it's nails into the side of your torso. The other harshly gripping into the meat of your arm, like he still couldn't quite grasp his grip strength.
And yet, it still wasn't enough.
Genji pulled away, pulling his hands away too. The lack of contact made you wine, he smirked.
"Hah.. still want more? You want me?"
You nodded, he was all you ever wanted.
"Me? And not.. not some drunk cowboy?"
No. Cole could never compare, he wouldn't treat you with such high regard as Genji does. Each act of love cementing in place how truly honored he is to have you. Nobody is special like Genji, those deep red eyes, that soft black hair.
"No.. only you, Genji.."
You shyly smiled, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Genji smiled, a warm and soft smile spreading across his face. Everytime you said something like that he could never get enough, no drug in the world could compare.
Genji began to continue running his hands along your sides, letting out content grunts and groans as he did. He was always vocal about how you made him feel, this time no different from the rest. Aside from how much more he enveloped your senses, like everything you had was his and his alone. No man could love you like he could, no man could fuck you like he could.
He shifted so he could start to tug and the hem of your pants, the fabric blocking him from his goal. You were quick to let him remove the garmets, leaving you in your underwear. With a content sigh he reached down, running his fingers along the front of your panties right agasint your clit.
"Tsk.. already so wet for me.. and only me."
His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, he ran circles into your bud of nerves. Slow. Deliberate. Teasing.
"Genji.. please.."
"Shhh.. I'm with you.. let me have my fun, Y/N.."
He placed soft, delicate kisses along ypur neck, chuckling at the noises you made from his touch.
"So needy.. so perfect.."
Genji continued to swirl his finger along your clit, always so precise in where to touch you. He had expierence, and now everything he learned he used on you, his actions always had a goal. And that goal was always the same, make you feel good.
He wanted to be the only source of pleasure you got, his body was broken, but he wanted him to be the only way you could cum. The pride he felt when feeling you throb to his touch, the whimpers of pleasure from what he did.. Genji wanted more.
His breaths were hot and heavy against your ear, air would be sucked in through his teeth. Even giving you pleasure was enough to make him grunt in your ear, it felt amazing and overwhelming all at once. With his free hand he reached down and tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"I need you.. now."
He placed a needy kiss to your neck, his lips were warm. The constant friction to your clit made your head feel dizzy, Genji always knew how to touch you. Your senses heightened, the feeling of pleasure started to build up.
"Genji.. mm close.."
He let out a little chuckle.
"Yes.. I know Y/N.. cum for me."
The feeling in your stomach tightened, he kept his fingers moving at the same pace. It all felt so good.. it was Genji.. he was there and all for you. It all became too much, the tension snapping as you went over the edge. His fingers kept the pace, riding you through your orgasm.
"That's it.. fuck.. Y/N you do so much to me.. you don't even know.."
He pulled his hand away, he held his hand in front of your face. A content smirk across his features. He splayed them apart, making a show of your fluids connecting in a string along his fingers. While maintaining eye contact he ran his tongue along them. Seemingly savoring the taste.
"Taste so good too.. and all mine to enjoy.."
Nothing could compare to the love he had for you.. how much he enjoyed having you all to himself. Genji needed more, he pulled away, ripping down his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, no longer having to deal with the constraints of his clothing.
He kicked the clothes no longer needed to the ground, he would pick up later. Genji gave you a playful smile before he pushed your legs up, giving him easy access.
"I've wanted this since the bar.. you looked so good in the lighting.."
He pressed the tip against you, him grunting at the feeling. Even the smallest things got him vocal, Genji lived and breathed for you. The clutches you had on him could never compare, he was all yours. Genji wanted you all to himself. With the slick from your previous orgasm he was able to slide in with ease, the warmth had him gasping.
"Y/N.. hah.. I love you.."
You couldn't help but whimper, for each moment like this every word he said couldn't help but add more blush to your cheeks. He continued to ease into you, the stretch was just to much but not enough. He was big, but not the the point it hurt.
Genji was halfway inside now, he ran his lone still flesh hand along your hip. His hand was warm, compared to the usual cold he was.
He pushed in more, his cock stretching you out perfectly. As he was fully in, he let out a shaky sigh. Holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs rubbing circles into your flesh.
"You.. Y/N.. Only you.."
Everything he did was for you now, nothing and nobody could compare. He slid out before pressing himself back in, the motion earning more noises from you. He smirked, repeating it again, and again. The pace was slow, but as he continued the desperation to fully burry himself in you grew. Soon he was thrusting in fast, the drip on your hips was rough as he slammed his cock deeper into you.
Genji whined at the feeling, you just felt so good. He couldn't care the idea of someone having you beneath them like he had.
The feeling of his cock repeatedly pressing against the sweet spot inside, it made your toes curl. Genji shuddered, groaning and gasping at how tight you felt. You both felt close to your approaching orgasms. His hand reached down between you, rubbing circles into your clit.
The added stimulation soon became too much, the tightening in your stomach snapped as you came. The feeling of you pulsing made Genji grunt out some curses before he fucked into you faster. Harder. His mind clouded with his own orgasm soon approaching.
His rubbing on your clit stopped before he was holding onto your hips to the point that it hurt, Genji moaned as he came deep inside you. His hips faltered and ropes of cum spurted inside. Genji closed his eyes in bliss, times like this made him feel whole again. Being buried deep inside the lone person he valued, he felt like him. Regardless of the metal his body was mostly made of, he felt you around him. He heard you moan his name. You were his, and he was yours.
Genji nuzzled into your neck, placing a kiss to your collarbone. You both could worry about cleaning up afterwards, all that mattered to him was laying in the bliss of your highs and eachother. Genji had a content smile on his face, before he spent his nights alone. He was cold, alone.. angry. In your arms he felt seen, comforted. It was like those peaceful days on the Shimada estate, but now he had someone he could see a future with, his future with. Nobody else could ever dream of it, nobody.
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tonight you are mine
guitarist!eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you. warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning). w/c: 3k a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].
“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!”
You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig.
Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies.
Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.
“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.”
Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were.
You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”
Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.
“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car.
“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic.
“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard.
You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”
Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.”
Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.”
Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…”
“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide.
“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased.
Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled.
Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.”
“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’.
“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road.
Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.
“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!”
Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine.
“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!”
You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him.
“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue.
You nodded in approval and got out of the car. “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.”
You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous.
Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha.
Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. Were they starting without Sasha?
But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around.
You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it.
Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips.
The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.
Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.
You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.
“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.
Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.
The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.
You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze.
��This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?”
Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.
She must’ve passed on the news.
In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see
You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one.
Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see
To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze.
But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm.
So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine
Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more.
After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything.
Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.
“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.
The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.
As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.
“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.
“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly.
“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.”
“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.”
Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?”
You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks.
“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”
You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?”
“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up." You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.
You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee.
“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to.
“Eren.” You said, turning to face him.
“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.”
You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.”
“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched.
You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.
Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.”
Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him.
He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?”
You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.”
Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.”
You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.
“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.
His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.
You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!”
Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!”
Were you in too deep too quick?
songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches
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Unrequited love (birthday party) - Matty Healy
Part 3 of Unrequited love at the studio.
A/N: Guys, there's no way I can thank you enough for all the support the fic/concept/miniseries is receving...THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH ♥ I hope you enjoy this part as well!
Warnings: maybe a little swearing, FLUFF, typos.
Word count: 1.8K
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Y/n opened the front door of her flat. Her sight fell on George and Charli, smiling happy and all dressed up for the occasion.
“Happy birthday!” Charli wished her, going to engulf the girl in a bear hug.
Y/n took a step backwards when Charli’s body coiled with hers. “Oh, thank you, Char!” Y/n thanked her, full of excitement. “Come in, come in!” she instructed.
Once G’s girlfriend was inside, standing just behind Y/n waiting for her to lead the way, George went to hug Y/n.
“Happy birthday, love!” George shouted on her ear.
She laughed at his actions. “Thank you, big guy!”
“Here.” he said, detaching himself from her, extending a bottle of expensive Champagne.
“No, George!” Y/n took it despite being against receiving it. She inspected the complex drawing on the label. “You shouldn’t…” she mumbled, feeling thankful for the gesture.
George brushed her off, “Shut it!” G placed his big hands on her shoulders, comfortably. “It’s the least I could do, since you didn’t want presents.” he expressed in a reprimand tone, even though she knew he was joking.
“The real present is having you guys here.” Y/n said, looking at both of them.
“Yeah, right!” Charli scoffed.
Y/n laughed out loud, feeling happy about how her birthday party was starting.“Come in, Matty is already here…”
“‘Course he is!” George teased her, getting inside.
Y/n glanced at him, “Don’t start!” she warned her friend, closing the front door.
“Right, right.” George raised his hands in surrender.
Charli stared at them. Feeling left out, she asked, “Did I miss something?” Y/n looked at her eyes, feeling how her body temperature was rising.
“George is delusional.” Y/n said, trying to get out of it.
“I’m not!” George protested. “It’s what I told you, babe.” he continued, speaking as if Y/n wasn’t there.
Charli was confused. “About?”
“Matty and birthday girl.” G grinned wide, enjoying teasing his friend.
Even though, before the conversation developed, Matty interrupted the little gathering at the entrance of Y/n’s flat.
“Are you coming in or what?” Matty whined.
Charli’s face turned after looking at Matty. Her head whipped to look at George. “Ah, yeah, I remember!” she shouted.
“What?” Y/n asked, looking from one to the other. Matty just stood a few meters away, taking sips from his drink.
George said nothing, going to greet his mate. The boys indulged in a conversation, leaving Charli and Y/n behind them. George’s girlfriend took the opportunity to whisper in Y/n’s ear.
“We’ll talk about this, bitch” she let Y/n know.
Y/n wanted to disappear. “Oh my god!”
She tried not to freak out about the fact that George told Charli, which included the possibility of the rest of the boys and girlfriends –and who knows whom else– knew about her feelings for Matty. Y/n tried to collect herself and enjoy her birthday party, ignoring the rest.
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The lights were off, Y/n's face was illuminated by candles on her birthday cake that Carly baked for her. All of them started clapping, while Y/n stood before the cake on the table. She never knew how to stand during those moments. Y/n was happy to be around closest friends, either way she would melt on her place from embarrassment.
“Happy birthday to you…” the group started singing.
Matty noticed her body was stiff, without stopping singing, he approached her. His right arm rounding her shoulders, moving their bodies from side to side. Y/n laughed, hitting him slightly on his chest. Matty noticed her body relax.
“Happy birthday, dear Y/n/n! Happy birthday to you!” they finally sang.
The room erupted into cheers and whistles. Matty brought her for a side hug, kissing the crown of her head.
He took advantaged the boys were bickering about who whistled better, to wish Y/n, “Happy birthday, my darlin’” Y/n eyes filled with happy tears.
“Thank you, Matty.” she replied, kissing his cheek quickly.
“Quick, Y/n!” Ross called her. “Think about your three wishes!” he rushed her.
Y/n moved far from Matty’s side, coming closer with the chocolate cake waiting for her. The candles burning while she thought about what to ask. Y/n moved her hair to a side, looking around to her friends and finally Matty. She smiled wide, and leaned down.
The birthday girl closed her eyes and blew the candles.
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Matty left a few used glasses in the sink. He took a glanced around, the mess all over the kitchen was terrifying. He turned to look at Y/n, who was throwing leftovers in the trash.
“You should’ve let me host…” he reproached her.
Y/n chuckled, looking around. “No, it’s fine.”
“I’ll help you tidy tomorrow.” He promised.
Y/n stopped her movements, “Are you staying?” she asked, surprised. It had been a hot minute since Matty stayed at her flat for the night. And usually when he did, they slept on the same bed. Y/n felt her stomach flip.
“‘Course.” Matty replied without hesitation.
“Okay.”
Y/n continued tidying here and there. She knew they would have to do the hard work in the morning, but tried to do the small bits.
Matty approached her when she whipped her hands with a towel after cleaning her hands. “Did you have a nice time?” he trapped her with his arms.
Y/n threw the cloth on the closest surface, being called by Matty’s warmth to lean in. She rested her head on his shoulder, which allowed Matty to increase his grip.
“Yes, a great time.” she mumbled.
Matty’s voice made his body vibrate when he said, “Happy to hear, darlin’.” Y/n let herself enjoy his closeness.
Y/n was beyond exhausted that the solo body heath of Matty’s body rocked her to sleep. Her lids heavy, ready to drift off completely. Matty noticed.
“Okay, it’s bedtime for the birthday girl.” He stirred her awake a little.
Y/n admitted, rubbing her eyes. “Please, I’m exhausted.”
“But before that,” Matty started saying. “I have something to give you.” he admitted, detaching his arms from her body.
Matty disappeared from the kitchen, leaving a confused Y/n behind. She had a presumption about the truth behind the mystery.
When he returned with a squared item, Y/n knew her bets were correct.
“What did I tell you, Healy?” Y/n folded her arms, looking at his eyes when he was close again.
Matty faked to think about it. He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t remember.”
Although she knew he remembered, Y/n remind him, “No presents.”
“Ring no bell. Sorry!” Matty teased.
“Matty, you really shouldn’t-”
“Shhh…” Matty made her shut up tenderly, touching the apple of her left cheek. “Here” he extended the package. “It’s something I wanted to give you for a long time. I’ve managed to grab a hold of it not so long ago.” he took her hand to place it on the gift. “Happy birthday, Y/n.” Matty concluded.
Y/n stared at their hands on top of the item, until Matty hid his hands on his back. With his actions, Matty forced Y/n to hold the gift. It didn’t weight too much. After one more look at his face, Y/n started to rip the wrapping paper.
The old book looked directly at her, the emerald tone cover with the gold letters brought Y/n’s attention. She let her fingers’ tip ran through the letters stating her favourite author's name. It was a book she owned, one she read several times. The difference relied on the edition, it was a vintage one.
Y/n opened the book, looking at the first pages, no one looks at. It was first edition. Y/n gasped, “Matty!” she dare to look at him. “You didn’t-” the girl hid her mouth behind her hand.
“Do you like it?” Matty smiled wide at her. The excitement was all over Y/n’s factions.
She ignored him, saying, “It’s really…” and proceed to take a second look. Finding something else behind the first page. “Oh my god!” Y/n exclaimed, without believing it. “This is?”
“Yeah, it’s her signature there…” Matty touched the place of the page the signature was in. “I was going to leave a dedication for you, but I didn’t want to ruin it.” He let her know.
Y/n looked at him in awe. “Matty, I don’t know what to say.” She couldn’t maintain the eye contact, way too emotional about his gesture. “This is- This is my most prized possession now…thanks to you!” Y/n hugged the book, without fully understand it.
“So you do like it?” Matty tried again.
Y/n snapped out of her shocked state, screaming, “Handsome, I love this! Thank you so much!” she didn’t contain herself and went to hug him. Her free arm –the one no holding the book– round him over the shoulders, bringing Matty’s body close again. “I don’t know how to thank you for this…” Y/n breath out.
Still dizzy by her perfume around him, Matty leaned back a few centimetres. “You don’t have.” he stated, slowly.
Y/n gripped the gift, feeling suddenly nervous about his proximity. Their faces were inches away. She sensed him swallow.
She looked at his hazel eyes, “I want to…”
Matty couldn’t help the urge to lean forward, touching her nose with his. Neither of them was sure what was happening, although neither of them wanted to move away. Y/n let her hand touch the curls at the nape of his neck. Matty breathed deeply, looking down at her lips.
Y/n titled her head, an action that Matty copied. That was it, it was going to happen.
The sound of a glass shattering into pieces came from behind Matty’s body. Y/n and the singer rapidly moved to different points of the kitchen.
“Shit…” George said from the door. “Sorry, Y/n!” he apologized for the glass he broke.
Y/n cleaned her throat, “It’s okay.” she told G.
George glanced at them. Faces all red, sights on the floor. He chuckled uncontrollably due to his drunkenness still lingering.
Matty started to scratch his head, uncomfortably. “We should all go to sleep…” he proposed.
“Yes!” Y/n exclaimed way too excited about that way out of the situation.
The frontman went to grab the pieces adoring the floor, “Okay, I’m going-”
“Thanks- Yeah, I’ll go to sleep.” Y/n rushed out of the kitchen.
George saluted her, waving his hand. “Bye, Y/n!”
Once she was out of sight, G started laughing, resting his back on the wall. Matty shook his head at his best friend.
“Come on…up to bed.” Matty instructed, helping George to walk out of the kitchen.
The drummer couldn’t stop laughing during the short way towards the living room. Once secured on the comfy couch, Matty let his body rest on the opposite one. He stared at G giggling like a child making kissing sounds. Matty groaned, feeling frustrated about how close Y/n and him were to kissing.
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Everyday I scroll through your blog just to remember what happiness is.
Also, I did have an actual question or request(?) I suppose, I want, NEED more details about your specific AU with Wendy and Jackie, what fo they enjoy? How often do they fight with their fathers? What do they grow up to be??? You've said before that Jack is scared of his powers, so does this result in him going out and having a 'normal' life? How would that affect his relationships with his family?
Of course you don't have to answer but I am very curious!
hello there!! I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying my blog, thank you for your kind words 💙
and yes i will gladly answer your questions! this will probably get a bit long, i hope that's okay with you
au's mainly focused on twins when they are around 17-18 (kind of symbolic to tim's age when he cloned them because I'm prosy like that)
one of the main reasons why I've decided to go for twins in this au (aside from being indecisive about whether it should be a boy or a girl) is because it gives me a chance to demonstrate how two people can have same upbringing/surrounding and be influenced by the very same group of people AND still form entirely different perspectives and opinions on certain things. i'm going to use both kids' relationships with kon as one of the clearest examples:
wendy appreciates kon dearly, she thinks very high of him and constantly seeks for his company and attention. on the other hand, as she gets older, it becomes really awkward for her to be around him because she's old enough now to actually understand and pear wiggle the whole "my dad cloned me out of this dead dude's dna without his consent" thing in her head, until she has to stop for a moment and go: "wow. that was So Not Okay of my dad." on top of that she's facing a major identity crisis because you know, teens, and starts to question her own existence and even tim's love for her, because she can't be sure now if he actually loves her or if she's just a good enough replacement of what her dad could have loved, but never got an actual chance. which eventually leads to her bottling up lots of anger towards tim, because obviously it's his fault that she can't look kon in the eyes anymore, and none of this would've happened if he just had his shit together and didn't try to clone kon all those years ago (and she's not even entirely wrong)
what she CAN'T fathom just yet is the fact that she loves kon so much partly because she got to see him through tim's eyes; part of her affection for kon is deeply rooted in a way tim spoke about him when she was a kid, always loving, always in awe — essentially, tim was the first person who taught wendy the concept and the feeling of love. and even her awkwardness and guilt that she's experiencing around kon are inherited from tim; she's just mirroring her dad's own feelings about himself without even realizing it
jackie, on the other hand... it would be easy to say that he's just not as close with kon as his sister, but when you start to look at the reasons, well, it gets a little bit messy. you see, jackie was always a "daddy's boy"; he and tim were inseparable when jackie was a kid, they still are, actually, it's just that tim only now starts to realize negative side effects of their closeness but that's for another post. not only that, he's also much more... observant than wendy in a lot of ways, so while wendy was soaking in tim's affection for kon as a sponge to eventually make it her own, jackie couldn't help but notice how hard it was for his dad to have kon in his life only as a co-parent and nothing more (they've bended their friendship as years went by, but it was never easy for both of them); not to mention that tim, to this day, experiences a very severe depressive episodes, to the point of not being able to get out of bed — jackie was very affected by it too growing up. so to him, as of now, it doesn't make sense for kon to stick around and be his usual "weekend dad" if he's not willing to stay forever, and he's kind of resentful towards kon, because he always felt sorry for tim in this situation. not that he doesn't understand why exactly it's the way that it is, it's just that his philosophy on that matter is: if you can't stay forever, do not bother visiting us at all, and stop giving dad any hope for more. jackie's anxiety regarding his kryptonian powers also does not help at all, more on that later
(got carried away with this, sorry, i just had to take this opportunity to explain why there are twins in my timkon clone baby au)
so about the kids, wendy is a rebellious soul and free spirit, and her interests really show that about her — she's been horse riding since she was five, tim was a bit hesitant about it at first, but with damian's help they managed to convince him that everything is going to be okay; damian has also bought wendy her own horse, the one she's connected with in her equestrian club (damian is her favorite uncle ever since; she did not let him call her horse a "Bathourse", tho). aside from that she plays guitar just a little, tim's also tried to teach her piano but ended up failing miserably; he also wasn't able to pass on to her his music taste, wendy is almost strictly a pop girl. she's not really good at photography from professional point of view, but she almost always has her little digital camera with her to take snapshots of memories
(she's also really into true crime videos/podcasts, it's one of the activities that she likes to share with her dad; most times after a fight with tim, if she wants to make up or apologize, she just sneaks into his office and starts playing random true crime youtube video at full volume)
jackie doesn't really have a "main" interest or hobby, even though he's passionate about a lot of things, some of them include: art (because damian), sports (although he's not playing himself), cars (because tim), photography (once again, tim), also I'm pretty sure he's good at math — a little bit of this, a little bit of that, as he himself would say. it could create a major problem for him to choose between college programs if he hadn't already decided that he is going to inherit drake industries, so business it is. tim actually had a whole conversation with him, like, "are you SURE that's what you want," resulting in jackie just. shrugging his shoulders, because it's just about as good as any other choice; not that he has some big, special dream anyway. also i think that he probably skipped a class (wendy did not; she's not too excited about going to college)
speaking about jackie being scared of his powers, it's most likely the result of an accident/series of accidents from his childhood when he unwillingly hurt tim or demolished something during tantrums (he used to throw them a lot when he was younger); kon has offered his help at figuring out how to control it, of course, but if for wendy it was existing and she wanted to get even stronger and make more progress, for jackie it was always about keeping it at bay so to not hurt anyone else. he never really wanted to become a vigilante either, which is good enough for tim because he's worried enough about wendy rushing to the field; he's as close at being a civilian as you can possibly get while growing up with bats and having a kryptonian dad. mostly it's a relief for his family ("at least one of us is going to graduate college"), although wendy can't stop bugging him about joining in and being the coolest vigilante twins gotham has ever seen. it's a bit isolating for him, sure, considering that everyone in his family is a superhero of some sort, but with tim mostly being a stay at home dad and only managing comms every once in a while it turned out better than it could
it DID get long, and i start to lose the train of thoughts; nevertheless, i hope you'll enjoy this answer 💙 feel free to ask more about them, I'm always up to chatting about my babies
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