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【 three's a party (and yuu does not want to play host) 】

author's note: this is a repost of my fic, but in tumblr-friendly format in case anyone dislikes ao3's formatting sjdkfsj (i've been there too dw) it's a little fic i wrote bc i had lots of octatrio brainrot n wanted to see how they'd react to crowley overworking the prefect. n then somehow this happened. kind of a filler as i work on the rest of the reqs + my leona fic, so i hope you enjoyed it if you haven't read it already !

characters: gn! yuu, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech

warnings: non-graphic depictions of biting + blood (gee, thanks tweels but also please be careful if you're squeamish !!)

word count: 6.8k (i brainrot too hard-)

tags: uhhh octatrio *jazz hands*, yuu is overworked and underpaid (courtesy of crowley), let's pay floyd to become a professional cuddler, and pay jade to be a professional floyd-enabler, we blame the biting on both tweels, azul-typical deal making (becoming one of my fav tags ngl), protective octatrio ? hell yeah, protective octatrio !!

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Yuu was tired. They shuffled the papers in their arms, carrying two more folders filled with them. That sad excuse of a headmage has once again tasked them with something almost impossible. This time he was shirking his own duties to go off on some weekend getaway at the Scalding Sands.

"Now I leave these duties to you, Yuu-kun," Crowley had said, not even bothering to hide the suitcase or the travel outfit he had on. Heck, he was even slathering on sunscreen as he spoke to them.

"What is it this time, headmage?" Yuu asked, Grim clearly not paying attention as he gorged himself on the cookies Crowley had set up as a bribe.

Crowley pats at the two stacks of folders on his desk, "This side is the invoices, and this side is the supplies that we received. It'd be so helpful if you could, ah, help me out in matching and making sure they're all in order."

"F-funyah... That's gonna take a long time..." Grim backed up to the door. "I-I have to turn in my potions homework... Bye, henchman!" And, there goes Grim, leaving them alone to stare at the stack of papers.

"Ahem," Crowley awkwardly picked up his suitcase. "Well, I suggest you get started soon since I need this done by the end of the weekend. I wouldn't want you to shoulder your...excessive food funds." And then he was gone. Leaving Yuu with two stacks of terror and sleep deprivation.

Yuu's been working hard, with frequent breaks to nap so that....well, so they don't keel over and die. They've bounced around several different locations so far, searching for a spot to take care of these papers. They've been working at the library, infirmary, their own room, the cafeteria (when it wasn't mealtime), and even in Trein-sensei and Crewel-sensei's classrooms. The two teachers had sent Yuu equally as pitying looks before taking a few invoices and checking them over in the middle of their own work, which Yuu was really grateful for.

Their next spot was this place: Mostro Lounge. They just hoped that the Octatrio wouldn't find them too quickly. They still had work to get done after all. It wasn’t Jade that greets them at the entrance, much to Yuu's relief. Mostro Lounge was an ideal place to do work and almost no one would be willing to disturb a customer or gaze at their work too hard.

Yuu was quickly guided into a booth near the back next to the tank. Virtually no one sat there, due to the smallness of it but Yuu quite liked it. It was almost cozy there. They ordered a drink with espresso in it, trusting the Lounge would make something presentable out of it. Yuu then set out to work.

They had almost thirty minutes of undisturbed work before someone tapped their shoulder. Yuu looked up to see Floyd, leaning his whole body over the table, a wide grin on display. Great Seven, why did it have to be Floyd that found them first?

"Why didn't you tell me you were visiting today, Little Shrimp?" Floyd easily scooted into the booth, placing their drink down. "Thought I was smelling things earlier but Shrimpy’s name's on the order and that means I win~!"

"What...what did you win?"

"Well, it doesn't matter! Now let's go play~" He tugged hard at their arm, and it felt like he was about to rip it out of its socket. "We can go visit Azul too, to tell him I won, and then we can go swimming-"

"I can't, Floyd." The taller stopped talking immediately, his grin deflating into a frown. It tied Yuu's stomach in knots. They never knew how Floyd would react to rejection.

This time, he just whined, "Why not? 'S not like you're doing anything interesting."

"Uhm," Yuu tapped at the table. "It's not interesting, but imagine if Azul was bossing you aro-"

"Azul always does that though. Don't needa imagine it."

"-okay, so Azul's bossing you around. And he tells you to do something. Or else he'll make you do something you hate, for example...?"

Floyd pouted, "...letting Jade beat up all the small fries while I'm stuck with the dishes."

Yuu paused at the example, "A very Floyd answer. Or else he won't let you beat up the people who breached his contracts. For a whole month, you have to wash dishes instead."

"Not for a month!" He was whining even harder now.

"Exactly, that's why I need to do this," Yuu vaguely gestured at the papers.

Floyd's eyes lit up, "Or else Azul won't let you beat people up? Didn't know Shrimpy liked fighti-"

"No! Or else Crowley will do something like not letting me eat food at the cafeteria!"

"Oh," And Floyd gave them a pitying look– the Floyd Leech was feeling sympathetic for them, how pathetic did they have to be?– "Then we'll play next time?"

"Yes, I'll swim with you next time," Yuu said, relieved that he understood. "I promise. Thank you for letting me work, Floyd." The blue-haired nodded, but he didn't move from his spot.

Yuu sipped at the drink– something sugary that hid the espresso really well– as they continued to work. Floyd's gaze burned into them quite intently but there was nothing they could do when he was already being so good.

Then there was a finger squishing their cheek and Floyd was grinning again, "I had a great idea~ How 'bout we sit so I can squeeze Shrimpy and Shrimpy can keep doing the boring stuff? C'mon, c'mon I'll keep you company." Yuu nodded and was immediately lifted up right into the air by the armpits. Like a cat. Yuu swore that they weren't that light, it was just the students at this school that were on crack or something for them to be that strong.

Floyd hummed as he placed them between his thighs, "See, see~ This is so much more fun." His frame draped over them slightly, arms wrapping around their waist as their back met his front. It was kind of like having a weighted blanket wrapped around them, except it wasn't warm, just...oddly comforting.

"Alright, Floyd," Yuu felt him fiddling with their uniform. "Just...don't squeeze too hard." Work went on as usual, with Floyd occasionally playing with their hair, or even nipping at their ears or neck. Yuu elbowed him when he did that. His teeth were too sharp for those seemingly innocent actions to actually be innocent. One bite and they might just bleed out, right in that dingy corner at Mostro Lounge. There was also a chance that he might pick them up and drop them on the ground once he got bored of sitting around.

But after a while, Floyd was suspiciously still. His head settled onto Yuu's shoulder, the little puffs of his breath tickling Yuu's neck every few seconds. Yuu looked over at him, brushing back his bangs to see what Floyd was doing only to find him...asleep.

The Floyd Leech was asleep. On their shoulder. That wasn't something they expected to happen when they walked in here. Floyd whined a bit in his sleep, squeezing a bit tighter. Yuu shushed at him, patting his hair to placate him. He grew silent after a bit, and Yuu released a breath.

Waking Floyd was probably going to be a headache, so they continued to work. Or was trying to continue their work, before a set of familiar footsteps had stopped at their table. They didn't bother looking up, assuming it was the waiter, here to take their drink.

"My, so this was where Floyd escaped to," – Yuu's shoulders tensed before remembering they had a sleeping eel at their back– "He was always better at sniffing out prey than me."

Ignoring the fact that they got called prey, Yuu acknowledged the calmer-looking Leech, "Jade-senpai."

"I'll come back with some tea," Jade said, taking their empty glass. "Something relaxing, perhaps? You look a little stressed, Yuu-san."

Yuu nodded, "I'd...appreciate that. How much will that be? I already paid for the drink before, just in case I forgot."

"Mmm," Jade's expression turned contemplative. "It's supposed to sell at 12 thaumarks, but since I'll be dining with you, I'll foot half the bill."

"That's...oddly nice of you," Yuu said, knowing that the other wouldn't take offense at such a comment.

And surprise surprise, Jade merely smiled, razor-sharp this time, "I'm offended that you'd think so little of me." Then Jade was gone, in a flurry of perfectly placed movements. Yuu sighed, looking down at the papers in front of them. It just never seemed to end, and they would be hitting their limit soon. A nap was in due order.

Jade arrived with the tea set in no time, "Ah, think of this as repayment for getting Floyd to sleep. He's been complaining that his teeth were hurting and that he wanted to go back to the ocean...it has been quite troublesome, for both me and Azul."

"That's...not good." Yuu watched, enraptured by the way Jade was very elegantly preparing the tea. Damn him and his near-perfectionism in everything. It made him that much harder to be wary of.

"Well, he was asking me to play around, but I had really pressing work and he seemed to get it so..."

"He fell asleep soon after that?"

"He was squeezing me, but after a while, he must've dozed off," Yuu shrugged.

"My, how soft, to fall asleep in front of prey," Jade placed their cup in front of them, staring over at the sleeping Leech. "Try adding some sugar to the tea." Yuu pours a spoonful in and gasped as the tea turns from a dark blue to purple color.

There's a delight in Jade's face, maybe at their reaction, "Stir it, Yuu-san."

Yuu does, and the color changes once more, from purple to light pink.

"What kind of...magical tea is this?" Yuu held up their cup like it was going to run away from them.

"A...personal blend of mine," Jade chuckled lightly. "I've found that some plants I encounter while I do my club activities make the most fascinating teas."

Yuu narrowed their eyes at the cup, "This isn't...going to make me see hallucinations right? I really need to focus on this before Crowley wrings me out."

"Oh no, although I do know of a blend that does so, this is merely a relaxant." Jade takes a sip of his own cup as if to demonstrate its harmlessness. "I make this blend for Azul sometimes when he's got a lot of work to deal with."

Yuu braved a sip and felt a warm tingle make its way down their throat. With a sigh, Yuu felt all the muscles start to soften and they sag back against Floyd's front.

"Good?"

"Oh yeah, very good," Yuu took another sip, flexing their hands to get the invisible ants out.

"What have you been working on?" Jade asked, gesturing at the papers. "Something for the headmage?"

Yuu groaned, staring at the still-hefty stack of papers, "Crowley- I mean, our benevolent headmage has left a student in charge of checking invoices for the school's purchases while he goes off for a weekend escapade."

"That is...certainly a difficult situation," Jade eyed the papers. "I could help you with some, but I might need to go if Azul calls. How many of these have you gone through already?"

"There were two stacks of these, a meter tall on his desk before he left."

Jade patted their head sympathetically, grabbing a folder, "I think I can relate, especially on the part where my boss makes unreasonable demands. But at least the pay is, mmm, more handsome on those days."

And then they were working. Amicably, to Yuu's surprise. Jade Leech was a good work partner when he wasn't condescending or trying to be scary. (He didn't have to try that hard, he was already imposing enough.) Jade was efficient, and Yuu felt like their brain was turning to mush by the minute. The tea was making them drowsy as well, so that wasn't helping their situa-

Suddenly, there were teeth at their neck...? There were teeth at their neck, real and sharp from the way the jaw of their perpetrator flexed slightly against their skin. Yuu's head snapped up, "Uhm, Floy...d...?"

Floyd was grumbling quietly before the teeth are gone, "Ja~de, stop tryna steal Shrimpy from me!" His hold on them suddenly tightened, his leg moving to tangle in theirs. The teeth are back on their neck as if they'd never left. Yuu swallowed slowly, hoping that they'd get to leave this situation alive as they looked at Jade.

Jade looked unimpressed at Floyd's behavior, "Floyd, it is rude to treat Yuu-san that way when they've been courteous enough to let you sleep as they work." He set the papers he was working on aside as he focused on his twin.

It's nerve-wracking to be in the middle of a fight between these two because, well, Yuu had never seen them fight before. Sure, there are times when they disagreed, but they usually settle it quickly. Now, being the main reason why they were fighting in the first place...Yuu wasn't sure they could survive this. Maybe they should start writing a will, to give away what little possessions they had.

"I know! 'S not Little Shrimp's fault," Floyd whined and rubbed his head against Yuu's nape. "It's cuz of you, now go away, Jade, I don't wanna share."

And then like a switch was flipped, Jade smiled, all provocation, "Well, Yuu-san doesn't belong to you, Floyd." There's a tense silence and Yuu lamented going back to writing their will. Why would Jade say something that would rile him up even more? Now Floyd had his legs wrapped around Yuu's thighs, arms squeezing to the point of discomfort. And the worst part was that those teeth were still scratching at their nape.

"Floyd, I'd appreciate it if you don't bite my ne-" - Yuu shivered as the teeth pressed in a little harder. "My neck." They sat up as best they could, reaching a hand back to pet at Floyd's hair. His grip relaxed the slightest bit. "I'll die if you do."

"But if I don't bite, then Jade'll bite first. And I wanna bite first." Floyd said, so matter-of-factly that any other person would've thought he was talking about lunch. Yuu glanced over at Jade, who doesn't refute the statement, and instead looks amused. Amused, of all things! The gall of this...this overly tall mer-eel!

"No one's biting anyone, please," Yuu argued weakly. "I...really need my neck in one piece." It's a stalemate because Floyd won't let go, Jade won't leave, and Yuu's literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. And they've been stressed all day, so whatever they could do to get out of this...

A flicker of an idea appeared in Yuu's mind, and before they could think too hard, they blurted, "Does it have to be my neck?"

Jade looked visibly surprised by their statement, "You're...going to let him bite you?"

Yuu felt miserable at the prospect, "I have work to do. If this will get you both to quiet down then it's worth it. I think."

"Yay! I get to bite Little Shrimp!" Floyd cheered, jostling Yuu around. "I wonder, will Shrimpy taste like a shrimp...?" The question was asked so innocently that it left Yuu dumbfounded.

"Uhm, then how about my arm...?" They were facing Floyd now, offering up their right arm.

Floyd took it, kneading it between his hands, "Hmm... Not as squishy as your cheeks or tummy, but it'll do for today!" Jade hasn't said anything in a while, but he seemed interested as his twin rolled up the sleeve of their uniform and blazer. Well, there goes their last chance of getting out of this.

"Don't move, Little Shrimp, or else the blood'll go everywhere, like whoosh," Floyd made a gushing motion. "Kinda like those fancy fountains, 'cept it'll be blood~"

Was this a horrible idea? Yes. Were they going to regret this later? Oh yes, most certainly. But was it happening? Begrudgingly, also yes.

And Yuu tried not to imagine the blood fountain in their mind as Floyd clamped down on their arm. He didn't waste any time, immediately biting down. They winced. His teeth were sharp enough to cut into their skin effortlessly. Floyd smiled against their arm in content, once again confirming that Floyd Leech was slightly insane. They didn't move until he finally pulled away.

There was blood everywhere, on his teeth, lips, and even his chin, but Floyd grinned, "Y'know, 's not bad! Doesn't taste like a shrimp, but still good." He made a show of licking the wound again, "Aha, my teeth hurt of so long, so thank you, Shrimpy!"

Their arm is throbbing– burning, actually– but it didn't hurt as much as they'd expected. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing in their ears, but they felt a little too calm and overwhelmed at the same time. There was a tingling when Floyd licked over it again, and Yuu belatedly wondered if eelmer saliva was toxic to humans.

"C'mon, Jade. You wanna bite too, right?" Floyd smiled gleefully, facing his twin. Wait...what? "Look, Shrimpy. He looks so hungry~" Yuu looked up and there's something dark in Jade's eyes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, they had almost forgotten that both of them were clinically insane. What kind of sane person liked the taste of human blood anyway?

Jade stood, politely smiling, "Scoot over, Floyd." Said Leech backed up in the booth, giggling all the while and tugging Yuu with him.

"W-wait, how come Jade-senpai's biting me too-!"

Jade's hand grips at their forearm, glove staining with red, "My, it is rude to offer this one of us and not the other."

"He's right! And you taste good, so don't worry."

"I- I thought you didn't want to share !"

Floyd looked sinister as he grinned again, still bloody, "Well that's before. Now's now. Now be a good shrimp and let Jade bite you~" Yuu resisted the urge to kick at Jade as he settled between their legs. Calm down, this guy was just helping out before. Calm down.

Jade swept back his hair as he brought their arm closer, "I promise I'll be gentle."

It's not reassuring at all when Jade says it while smiling that smile that reminds Yuu of a predator baring its teeth. And just like that, there was a second bite on their arm. It didn't hurt as much as the first, but maybe they were growing numb to the pain by now. Jade lapped at the blood and hummed as if pleased by the taste before retracting his teeth.

Yuu stared at the twin bites on their arm with disappointment, "You two are...literally the worst. If I die of an infection, I am not writing you guys into my will."

“Shrimpy didn’t move so it’ll heal,” Floyd petted their hair to mollify them, "Tastes pretty good, right Jade? It scratches that itch, so there's also a bonus~"

Jade nodded, licking the blood dripping down his chin, staining his shirt, "I must say, that was satisfactory." The twins flash Yuu their sharp grins, both equally caked in their blood and now Yuu remembered exactly why these two were twins. They were cut from the same piece of cloth, after all.

"Please don't say you're gonna eat me or something, I'm not food," Yuu grumbled, cupping their arm. "Could you at least get some tissues? The blood's getting everywhere." Floyd grabbed the whole tissue stand, stuffing it into Yuu's hand. But he made no effort to move from his position where he was cuddling into Yuu. Jade was no different, passively watching and occasionally helping with the used tissues.

"What in Seven's name are you doing?"

The voice made them flinch. Yuu looked up, only to make eye contact with one horrified Azul Ashengrotto. Jade doesn't look all that surprised as he turned, and Floyd gave Azul a big wave.

"Is that...Yuu–?" Azul sighed tiredly. "Up, all of you. To the VIP Room. Now."

"Yes, sir."

"Yessir!"

"O-okay."

Floyd lifted them up with him as he stood, acting as a barrier between the rest of Mostro Lounge and their little party of four. At this point, Yuu couldn’t bring it on themself to say they could walk and just let Floyd do his thing.

"Ooh, Azul looks real mad," He mused, frowning. "But we were just havin' fun, me, Shrimpy, and Jade were."

They're placed on the couch. Or, they're placed on Floyd's lap as he sat on the couch, was a more accurate statement. Jade walked in, bloodied glove in his breast pocket as he carried a stack of papers.

"Thanks, Jade-senpai."

"Not to worry, it was me and Floyd who, ah, inconvenienced you," He sat down next to the two, exchanging another chilling smile with Floyd. Crazy, both of them were.

"Tell me why I was working peacefully when I get a report that, and I quote, 'The Leech brothers are mauling a customer'?" Azul paced around in front of the three on the couch. “Mauling” was...well, it wasn't entirely off. Their arm was still throbbing, and the blood hadn't stopped flowing yet.

"We weren't mauling the Little Shrimp," Floyd huffed, offended at the accusation. "We were just playing 'n Shrimpy said a little bite was okay."

"Quite," Jade nodded as if saddened. "I was having a nice conversation with Yuu-san before the, ah, biting, as Floyd said." They said it as if both of them didn't have blood staining their chins and the collars of their shirts. Yuu just wanted to work in peace. Why did they end up in this situation?

Azul dragged a hand over his face, "Show me." Yuu leaned as far forward as they could with Floyd holding on to them. The bites certainly didn't look as clean as before. The blood was beginning to drip. It looked kinda scary, actually. Yuu was sure there was some sort of paralyzing agent in their saliva, or else maybe they'd be screaming their heads off from the pain.

"I'll hear your explanations later. Jade, Floyd, for now, step outside the room."

Floyd's grip tightened, "Eh, but I don't wanna~"

"Floyd, let's let Azul have a turn," Jade placed a hand on his twin’s shoulder. "It'll only be about five minutes."

"I'm not some toy you can have a turn on." And Jade just smiled at the retaliation, as if he thought it was funny they were complaining after everything that happened.

Floyd reluctantly let go, "I'll be back in no time, Shrimpy."

"If you heal it all the way, we might just have to bite Yuu-san again, Azul," Jade called out before he left. Crazy bastards.

"Don't forget to change your clothes, you got blood everywhere!" Azul shouted after them before standing. He grabbed a cloth and a potion from his drawer.

He sighed as he stared at all the blood, "Let's get it cleaned up before you get an infection."

"Is their saliva poisonous?" Yuu tried not to flinch as Azul ran the cloth around the edges of the bite.

"Not as toxic as their animal counterparts, but I know that there's something that may cause infections," Azul looked up at Yuu before looking back down. "Why would you, out of all people, give them permission to bite you?"

"Well...Floyd was threatening to bite my neck-" Azul almost dropped the cloth at that. "L-Long story short, he was...er, squeezing me and he fell asleep. Jade-senpai came around with some tea, we were discussing my work and Floyd woke up."

"I see. I'm assuming he didn't want to share?" He poured half of the potion onto the bites. The skin knits together, and it's almost like it never happened, save for the light pink scars left on their arm.

Yuu sighed, "It wasn't my brightest decision, I was really tired so to save my own neck, I offered my arm. To Floyd. but then Jade-senpai just..."

"That's when you should be cautious," Azul ruffled their hair. "Rule number two when dealing with the Leeches, what one gets, the other covets too."

"What's rule number one ?"

"Where one goes, the other will follow," Azul looked a bit sorry as he ran a finger over the scars. "Next time don't let them bite you. Call me when they're being unreasonable."

"What's the price?"

"The...price?" Azul looked momentarily askew as if deals or favors from him don't usually have a price tag attached to them. But he recovered quickly. "Well, the payment will be–"

The door is flung open unceremoniously, "Azul! It's been five minutes so now I get a turn!" And there are the twins, looking more like students rather than murderers this time.

Jade placed himself next to Azul. Yuu paid them no mind, no doubt they must've been talking about Mostro Lounge's affairs. Floyd nestled back beside them, this time burying his face in their stomach. Yuu sucked in a breath at the action, having seen literally firsthand what the eel’s teeth can do. The blue-haired giggled like it was funny.

"No more biting," Yuu pleaded. "I really need to do this by the end of today." Yuu picked up the abandoned papers, eyeing the one folder that they haven't sorted through yet. They won't be getting any sleep if that isn't done.

"What've you been doin' Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, wrapping his arms around their torso.

"Hmm? Oh, these are invoices. There are papers that say what's been delivered and what's been ordered. Crowley's forcing me to check them."

"Sounds bo~ring," Floyd singsonged, snatching a paper from Yuu's hand. "What if we set them on fire and build one of those bonfire things instead?"

Yuu took the paper, "I'd get in trouble. Remember washing dishes?" And Floyd shuddered at that, which Yuu found to be a little bit of a cute reaction.

"Are you getting paid, Prefect?" Oh, so Azul was paying attention to them.

They glanced up to find both Azul and Jade staring at them, "Well no. But he did threaten to cut the food funds again, so-"

"Cutting the food funds?" Azul scoffed.

"Again?" Jade's eyebrows furrowed.

There was a short silence before Floyd sat up, "I volunteer to squeeze the headmage! I'll do a great job for you, Little Shrimp."

"What? No, he'll expel you." And the eel deflated before latching onto them again like they were some sort of throw pillow. Yuu glanced warily at Azul and Jade, who all of a sudden had their business smiles on.

Azul approached them first, "How about you work for Mostro Lounge?"

"You mean as waitstaff?" Yuu tilted their head. "I already take up shifts most weeks, but-"

"Not work at Mostro Lounge, Yuu-san," Jade said in that ever so polite tone of his. "Work for the Lounge. Like me and Floyd."

"Uhuh...like you and Floyd," Yuu briefly imagined themself fighting students from other dorms and...nope. That's impossible because one spell and they'll be sent straight to heaven. If they even had heaven here.

"Your work wouldn't be too different to what you're doing right now," Azul sat down on the coffee table, minding the papers. "Usually I am in charge of matching up invoices, but since the business has grown it's been getting a bit...much. I can assure you that you'd be paid handsomely." And Yuu felt like they were being dragged into a trap.

"Ooh, Azul's got a great idea! I get to see Little Shrimp every day!" Floyd's gaze turned contemplative. "But it might get boring. But it might not. So let's do it~"

"Plus," And Yuu jumped when they heard Jade's voice beside them, his arm already on Yuu's forearm. "If you're here then maybe we'll get another taste."

Yuu whipped their arm back, "No more biting. I'm serious, one time's enough." And ugh, Yuu really didn't want to get stuck between these two again.

"If I may," Azul spread his arms wide. "We can set up a contract– a work one, now don't look at me like that– and work out the details of that some other time. For now, we just need your affirmation to the deal."

"Maybe you should hire someone more capable?" Yuu couldn't believe that Azul was hiring someone like them for this job. It's not like they were a professional, they've been doing this for two days after all.

"You're more than capable, Yuu-san," Jade gestured at their work. "You've been doing the headmage's work for him. There might not be anyone as capable as you."

"Jade is right. And also, Mostro Lounge doesn't only value capability," Azul held their gaze, and there's something like warmth there. "We also value trust. There's a reason why we haven't hired another working for the internal system all this time." It's because they haven't found someone trustworthy enough. The words were left unspoken but Yuu swallowed hard.

Azul? Trusting them? Even though they were just invoices, nothing like contracts or other sensitive details like funds, it was still...something. A lot more than they thought Azul, and the Leeches by extension, would've been willing to give them. The trio had always seemed to be impenetrable, so why were they suddenly making space for someone like them?

In an instant, there were arms binding theirs, accompanied by Floyd's cheerful voice, "Shrimpy's taking too long. Imma squeeze till you say yes~"

And, well, there goes the touching mood. Azul and Jade look unfazed as if this was part of the plan should they turn away the deal. Which meant that...this was a trap all along. Was that whole spiel about trust real...? Yuu didn't know when they had time to coordinate their attacks like this, they worked too seamlessly for them to notice.

Yuu thumped their head against Floyd's chest, "Coercion. Great. Fine, I'll do it."

There's a short silence before Azul takes their hand, "It's a deal." His voice was uncharacteristically soft and Yuu barely registered the chaste kiss that he gave their knuckles. Then Yuu felt their brain short circuit because what. Azul just kissed their-

"Aha, Shrimpy's face was so funny," Floyd cupped their face, leaning closer. "Hey, will Shrimpy do it again if I kiss on th-"

Yuu scrambled, pressing a hand to the grinning eels' lips, "No kissing! No more kissing! Not now, not ever." They tumbled back-first into Jade, Floyd's weight still insistent on their front.

"My, I am quite offended that Azul got a free pass on that rule," Jade said lightly, though his arms were gripping Yuu's shoulders quite firmly. "What do you think, Floyd?"

"Well...I let Shrimpy work. And Shrimpy let me sleep. But then I bit Shrimpy. And now there's no kiss," Floyd counted on his fingers. "That means that we get to choose what to play next time~"

And oh Seven's above, that sounded like a terrible idea.

Yuu looked over at their potential savior, "Azul-senpai, you-"

"I'm already helping you," Azul said, waving a hand. "As your future boss, I'll handle these last few invoices. You can handle their games for a little more, right?"

"Poor little Yuu-san has no one to help," Jade said in a mocking tone. "Then, as Floyd said, we'll choose what to do next time. For now, you can do what you'd like."

"Mhm! I'm bein' super obedient right now, like one of those Savanaclaw pups," Floyd boasted, still in the process of crushing their ribs with his weight.

And Yuu was tired. These two were too unpredictable, and Azul...Azul was a dick when he chose to be. Which were most times. The exhaustion was clinging to them now, and their body ached, from the biting and the sitting and the working and- everything.

In a small voice, they voiced their request, "Uh, then can I borrow a bed...?"

Jade raised an eyebrow, "Well, that's quite forward of you to ask-"

"N-Not for that kind of bed stuff, ugh," Yuu made sure to pinch the inside of his wrist. They were sure they saw Azul turning red too behind the papers he was reading.

"Ooh, what type of bed stuff then, Little Shrimp?" Floyd sat himself up, sitting on Yuu's lap now. "Pillow fighting? But Azul's banned us because we broke a lot of things last time."

"No, I just...I wanted to take a nap," And their ears burn at the request. "I've...been working all day long and I didn't get any good sleep last night." Maybe it's because it's Jade, Floyd, and Azul, but it seems too silly to ask something like that out loud.

But instead of the teasing response that they expected, Floyd looked sympathetic. He patted their head, "I get that too when my teeth ache too much. 'S annoying."

Jade returned– when did he even leave?– with a pillow in hand, "You can use this couch to lie on. It's a lot more comfortable when we remove the back pillows. Azul uses it to sleep sometimes."

Azul coughed into his hand, "Ah, it's convenient to have a bed in the office, I work late hours, so I had them put it in." And it's kind of...domestic to imagine Azul squeezing onto this couch late at night.

Yuu dragged themself up, watching as Jade detached the big pillows and unfolded a sheet. The sight of something bed-like had the melatonin rushing their brain, and they can feel themself growing hazier and hazier by the minute.

"C'mon, little sleepy Shrimp," Floyd tugged them onto the softness of the couch. "I'll be your blanket for today~" And Yuu couldn't find it in themself to argue as they removed their blazer, flopping into the pillow Jade had laid out. Floyd immediately covered them much like a blanket, folding his limbs around them. Jade was sitting by their head, and there was a gloved hand stroking their hair. Oh, the couch felt like heaven against their skin, and Floyd didn't make that bad of a blanket. And Jade was...comforting... Yuu stifled a yawn.

"Sorry that I'm bothering you guys so much," Yuu found themself mumbling as they grew sleepier.

"No, no," They heard Azul reply. "It has been a rather good day since you've decided to bother us." They were sure Jade had said something, and Floyd had chimed in, but they couldn't hear it anymore. The tide of sleep had already swept them away.

[ omake : octatrio’s new companion ]

"Their heartbeat's real slow," Floyd commented, ear pressed against the Prefect's chest. "I think Little Shrimp's already asleep."

"Shame they didn't hear what we said," Jade chucked, still stroking at their hair. It seemed that they got a haircut since he saw them last, and it looked...quite good on them, he thought.

Azul clicked his tongue, "I can't believe that headmage. Giving them two stacks of these to get done in two days? No wonder they were exhausted." The three were thinking about how Crowley sometimes abused the power he had over their little Ramshackle Prefect, and how they didn't quite like how tired Yuu had been.

"When they wake up, maybe let's play swimming, but in the pool," Floyd said, gently tracing the scar on their arm. "Feel bad for Shrimpy if we go to the Coral Sea all of a sudden."

"You're being really nice, Floyd," Although it was Jade who asked, Azul agreed. Floyd was being really docile around the Prefect at times.

"Well...I like the way Shrimpy talks to me!" Floyd tightened his grip on Yuu. "They don't get mad every two seconds like everyone else. But 's not like they don't ever get mad, 's just they're better than everyone else." An answer that was equal parts genuine and Floyd.

"I noticed that too," Azul said, collecting the papers into a stack. "They seem to treat us without that many reservations. Which is equally foolish and brave."

"It is quite amusing to see them still being occasionally wary," Jade said, smiling down at their sleeping prey. "They choose the best moments."

"Ooh, can we keep 'em longer?" Floyd asked in a bright tone. "Wanna play with them some more~"

The three silently gazed at the sleeping human. The subtle movement of Yuu's chest alerted them that they were alive, and showed just how fragile this person in front of them was. Magicless. There would be no way for them to protect themselves with magic. They would die from the simplest of poisons, too. So...very weak. But that's also what made them all the more worthwhile for the trio. They were quite fond of this magicless and weak creature they had befriended.

"Let's see where this goes," Azul glanced up at the twins. "If everything goes well then maybe we can take them with us to the Coral Sea someday?" And the Leech twins smile something not-so-sinister, the closest they can get to warmth. Azul himself has that grin on his face as he continued to take on the extra work alongside Jade, while Floyd watched over them.

Maybe that little sleeping shrimp would be the one to scale the tall, tall walls that the trio had built around themselves. Maybe they would let Yuu actually see who they were, instead of a mix of the personas they had built to keep themselves safe. But that would be for another time. Today, they were just content watching them peacefully doze.

thank you for reading my octatrio brainrot ! if you'd like to check out more of my work: my ao3 + twst masterlist

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imitsuya · 3 years

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— first kiss with their s/o

pairing with: yoichi isagi x gn!reader, meguru bachira x gn!reader

genre: fluff

note: uh this is my first tumblr post, hope you enjoy it

warning: none

- probs happened when you least expected

- he made the first move

-mind full, only football for this boy.

- speaking of football it’ll most likely happen while he’s training

- he insisted on practicing late at night

- and you being a good s/o, you tagged along

- now with him he was probably more shocked than you when it happened

- bc he was like “what just happened” and you stand there like “you were the one who made the move why are you asking me”

- flustered! flustered! flustered! isagi is RED from the neck up when it sinks in that y’all just kissed

-tries to act calm and collected but fails miserably

- apologizing for forgetting to ask for ur consent (as he should)

“are you done yet Yoichi?” You yawned, playing with the fake grass beneath you. it’s been an hour and thirty minutes of him just making goals and quite frankly you’ve never been so bored. as he kicked the ball into a net making it the hundredth score he finally looks back at you smiling while sweat dropped down his face. you admired his appearance before isagi ran over to you sitting down on the bench looking down.

‘ “y/n did you see my last goal” isagi asked flashing a warm smile your way which you nodded proudly at and stood up gathering your guy’s belongings. As you were doing so isagi then proceeded to clean up by putting away the soccer balls. For the net, you helped him out with it. After taking down the net and neatly storing it away you stood impatiently in front of the exit waiting for your boyfriend who was walking towards you whipping the sweat off him witha personal towel.

“Thanks” he mumbled out before leaning down, causing you to freeze as he kissed your lips. It felt nice and warm pressed agents yours despite the fact they were slightly chapped. Walking only five steps ahead of you unaware of what just happened isagi then looked back at your stilled body. He asked you a simple “what happened” but when you didn’t reply he asked you worryingly “did i leave a ball out?” (told u mind blank, only football) which you nodded no to.

Took him two more minutes for him to process the fact of what happened. “Oh my god..did i just-“ he question to which you nodded yes to causing his face to turn into a dark pink blush. in a matter of seconds he was bowing so low in front of you blabbering out nonsense and how “Sorry i didn’t ask for your permission” and “I ruined our first kiss i’m a horrible boyfriend”

Giggling you cupped his face into the palms of your hands forcing him to look up at you. “it’s ok Isagi, i liked it anyways” you exclaimed causing the already pink boy to turn into another bright shade. “Yoichi Isagi, can i kiss you properly?” you asked softly before he nodded shakily in response. closing the gap between the two of you, he leaned in to the kiss. a warm feeling coursing through both of your bodies. Getting lost into the long kiss. but what’s good has to come to an end as you both pulled back.

-saying bachira loves u is an UNDERSTATEMENT

- he kisses the floor you step on

- you made the first move

- you: :)

- meguru: ?&*%$#@

- will melt in your hands while it happens

- also happened while he was feeding you (it’s literal canon that he feeds people let me cry)

- it was perfect to say the least

- is literally fanboying

- won’t hide the fact that he’s fanboying

-will tell isagi

Slipping another fork full of steak into your mouth you began to chew on the l slice of meat savoring it. Watching the peaceful scenery you turned to your right being met with the gleaming eyes of your precious boyfriend who looked at you as if you were an angel from heaven. Smiling at the sight you sliced another piece of meat guiding it to bachira’s mouth

But to your surprise he softly grasped it away from your hand. “what are you doing” you questioned playfully to which the black and yellow haired boy shrugged in response before making an engine sound with his mouth as he glided the fork side to side, up and down, like a crazy airplane.

Going along you opened your mouth wide waiting for him. Carefully bachira placed the silver fork holding the food into your mouth. taking out the meat you chewed and swallowed it, it took five seconds of silence before the two of you busted out in laughter. Shortly after calming down bachira continued to feed you as you talked about each other’s day today. He rambled on and on about random things involving his team all while you listened.

“y/n I wish you were at my practices” he groaned out while his shoulder slumped. “i know bachira” you commented tucking some of his hair behind his ear. grabbing the fork from his hand you mimicked his former teasing and began to fly around a slab of meat but instead of ever hand feeding it to him, you were feeling a bit confident and put the fork down. Slapping your hands on both sides of his face as you leaned in to kiss him. Pulling back you were met with a bashful smile coming from the soccer player.

“What’s so funny?” you asked playfully before you saw your boyfriend looking back at the table across from him yelling out a “THEY KISSED ME” to his friend from his team. To which the black haired boy awkwardly gave his energetic friend a thumbs up before turning away.

#bachira x reader #bachira meguru #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #blue lock #fanfic

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astranva · 3 years

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot

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sunbowofthestars · 2 years

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Run, boy, run

warnings: none

the umbrella academy

five Hargreeves has always felt like there‘s not enough. So, one night, he decides to run away.

not done yet- should I finish it? Idk man but I think it’s p good so tell me if I should finish it

@sharkneto im tagging you bc I love your stuff and you’re one of the only tua authors who’s tumblr I know and remember from ao3 (I don’t have an account there but my regular username is QueenRubyoftheSkyWings)

edit: now that I know @jbd302020 has a tumblr I’ll be tagging you in all my tua related posts hehe 😈

anyhoo enjoy the fic :)

A father has called his children to dinner. It’s a formal thing, a smooth, quiet ordeal, with music twinkling peacefully in the background (which artist? No one knows), decadent food on the plates. The children sit down with little complaint and begin to eat once the order is given.

It may seem like a quiet dinner, but inside, it’s anything but.

A boy can feel demons moving inside him. It’s unnerving, a constant rubbing against his torso, threatening to burst, to kill them all, telling him, whispering, to take revenge, number six. Make them suffer.

Another can hear the screaming of those long past, of bloody sailors and pilots and people, so many people dead, drowned, stabbed, screaming. He winces as they shriek in his ears, commanding him to take action and avenge them.

A girl is brimming with excitement for a new accomplishment she’s made: she’s convinced her favorite actress to meet up with her. It’s the largest project she’s done so far, and dad is proud, for once. It’s one of the rare times.

A boy is sawing at his meat with a knife that’s probably not appropriate for the table, but he doesn’t care. His anxious thoughts are bubbling up like a vat of boiling water. I hope no one will notice my stutter. I hope no one will make fun of me today.

A girl is nervous for her recital on Friday, picking at her food. She’s thinking, what if I mess up? Will they let me stay? She doesn’t know that in the future, it’s she who will get First Chair.

A boy, bursting with hidden strength, is concentrating as hard as he can on not breaking his plate. Last time he did that, dad hit him. He won’t make the same mistake twice.

And on the end of the table, a small, brown haired boy stabs his knife into the wood. He’s insecure. He has tried his hardest to hide his faults, but he can’t keep up the front anymore. He’s tired, but he’s eager to escape. He stands up, brimming with sudden confidence.

“I want to time travel.”

“No,” says the father from the end of the table, not even giving the time to glance up.

“Why not? I’ve been practicing my spacial jumps.” The boy clenches his fists, pulling on time and space, disappearing with a blip and reappearing by his father.

“You’re not ready.” The father says something about freezing lakes and acorns, but the boy doesn’t hear. All he had heard was no. You can’t do it, because you’re not good enough.

The boy has never felt like he’s enough. He’ll never belong, in the eyes of his siblings, or his father, to the public. He’s always felt this way, and the father is only reinforcing this belief.

(They really do think he belongs, or rather, they haven’t thought about it much, but as we know, we tend to make a bigger deal out of things ourselves than others do.)

If he leaves, there are many factors to consider. First, he can’t leave his siblings- they would be broken and lost without him. He can’t leave Pogo and Grace, the only creatures that have shown him love and care in the entirety of his sad, pathetic life.

He looks at his father, scorn barely disguised. The Monocle stares back, shining and glinting and angry and taunting on his father’s face. You’ll never belong, Number Five.

Well, he can prove his father wrong. And he will.

He glances at his siblings- the girls are looking at him warily, the boys with the slightest annoyance dancing across their faces. The boy closes his eyes for a second. If he leaves, how will his siblings live? With this man? With a robot who’s as good a mother as they’re going to get?

He makes a split decision, in the one slow blink. He opens his eyes.

He turns away from his father, from the life he has known, from an old place to a new one.

And there’s a murmur in his head, just the slightest preview of a voice in the future, whispering run, boy. Run.

And so he does. Away from the oppression of formal dinners, away from the uniforms that signify obedience and order. Away from the mansion, which has never been a home and never will be. Away from the father that is not a father, who has threatened him and beat him and raised him up just to beat him down again.

Away from his siblings.

His father calls for him- “Five Hargreeves! Get back in here this instant!” But the boy ignores him, bent on freedom, giddy on the ride of making the first of many decisions that belong to him, and him only. No more father, determined to hurt him until he can’t keep a straight face, no more strict rules, no more abuse, free, free, free.

As he’s running, he’s determined not to look back into the faces of his siblings. And he knows that they will probably never forgive him for this slight, this childish ignorance, but they don’t understand. He needs to get away. He needs to prove himself, to his father, and to the world, that he is good enough. That he, Five Hargreeves, will never fail. That he’s not just a small, cowardly boy who acts tough and abandons his brothers and sisters and maybe, just maybe, if he makes it to the future, he can apologize. He can explain, he can even give up his pride because to see them in the future would mean he did it.

(And he does see them in the future, but not in the way he would have liked.)

But oh, it’s a mistake. Because he does fail. And drastically.

However, it’s not as soon as you’d think. It’s a steady decline in miscalculation, like when you’re biking up a hill that doesn’t look steep but at the end, your muscles are burning. He doesn’t realize his mistake at first, but it’s there, like all things, like a blood cell or a fingernail or a thought or a smile.

If only he can see where he went wrong.

I’ll see you in the future.

And he runs.

•••

Where is he? This can’t be the future.

Fire rains from the sky, drowning the world in a ball of flames. Five glances around at his surroundings.

Broken, defeated. All of it is gone. Everything he had found familiar, comforting, everything that he hated. It’s all gone.

Except for him.

He whirls his head away from the bodies. There’s a pile of them by his feet.

And then he has an idea.

What happened to the academy?

They must have survived, right? They were superheroes. They must have survived.

They must have survived.

Five doesn’t know what he’ll do if they don't.

He runs.

The academy is in ruins. It’s so crumbled, it’s impossible that anyone survived, he thinks.

He’s right, he finds, as he sees the first body.

Luther. Face down in the rubble, head turned just enough so that Five can see that it’s him. He’s hulking and older- much bigger than Five remembers, but the face is still clearly his; brown blond hair, sooty pale face, hard jaw that commanded attention.

His hand is fisted. Five pries it open, with great effort- Luther was always the most physically strong, and his grip is like iron. Five stares at what’s in his brother’s hand.

Inside is a prosthetic eyeball. Brown. Average.

Five wonders who’s eyeball this is. (Was, he reminds himself; there’s no one left but him now).

Maybe whoever’s eye it is caused the apocalypse. Maybe it’s their fault he’s stuck here.

He doesn’t know, but he needs someone to blame.

Slowly, the weight of the situation sinks in. Five grips his hair, moments away from screaming.

Maybe it’s not anyone’s fault but his.

He screams without sound, throat parched and dry. He cries for the brothers and sisters he’s lost, the siblings that loved him so much but not enough to make him stay.

He cries for the childhood that he’ll never have.

Tears stream down his face, rivers, lakes, oceans. Salty, sad tears that leak and sob and cry and then, and then, Five straightens up and wipes the water away.

He can’t afford to be sad now. He can’t afford to lose tears, valuable water.

He needs to get back, think logically. He needs to warn his family, he needs to stop this from happening, he needs to do something. There’s so much to do.

And yet, there’s nothing.

Nothing to do, not really. Nothing to save. Nothing worth living for. If Five wanted, he could lay down on the scorched earth and let the earth reclaim him.

But that won’t be his fate.

As much as part of him is screaming to kill yourself, you deserve to take your place among your siblings, another part of him really wants to live. And he thinks that if his siblings died because of him, the least he can do is bury them and remember.

Remember, and never forget.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly to Luther. And then he walks away to retrieve a shovel.

•••

The apocalypse is terrible.

Everything he knew, everyone he knew, is covered in a thick layer of ash and soot. It’s year three, and he still hasn’t been able to get the color of blood out of his mind. It covers everything, like a movie filter. Tinged with red and grey. He misses the color blue, the color green, pinks and purples.

With shaking hands, Five pries a cockroach out of a crack in the ground. He doesn’t know how they survived whatever caused the apocalypse, but he’s so thankful they did. He resolves in his mind that if he ever gets back home, he’ll never tell his siblings about this. That their brother, Five Hargreeves, fell low enough to eat cockroaches. That their brother, Five Hargreeves, is shaking and weak and thirsty and desperate and tired, so tired.

What did he do to deserve this fate?

You walked out on your family, his mind yells- no, screams. You left them. You left them. You left them alone and now it’s your punishment to see them dead, dead, dead without you to save them. It’s all your fault.

You deserve a place among the millions dead.

He does, he knows. He does deserve to die. But he can’t. He just can’t. Dad had always told him that was his fatal flaw. If there’s a problem, he always has to solve it. Who is he without a problem to solve, a person to save, an equation to work out? Nobody. He’s terrified of being nobody. He is nothing without something to do, some purpose.

He’s nothing.

Five pushes the thought out. He really does not want to think about that right now. He has to pretend that he’s something so that he can focus on the most important thing- going back in time. Saving his family.

Why do I have to be the one to save the world?

But he knows the answer to his question, so he doesn’t answer himself.

Before he can back out, Five stuffs the cockroach in his mouth and heads back to his camp. He grimaces as it wiggles in his mouth.

He’s trudging over a pile of bricks when a flash of color catches his eye.

Nothing here in the apocalypse is colorful. It’s a black and white world, overwhelmed with fire.

Curious, Five decides to investigate.

It’s a mannequin. A broken one. The arm is ripped off and it’s only the top half, but Five feels relieved for some reason.

“It looks like it’s you and I,” he says to the mannequin, and then laughs at himself. He’s really gone insane, hasn’t he? Talking to a person who is not a person. But he’s desperate. He really is. If a mannequin is what the world will send him, he’ll take it.

He picks her up, puts her in his wagon (Radio Flyer, 1985). He sits down on the pile of bricks and stares at her thoughtfully.

“What should I call you?”

One of his fans, when he had been a part of the umbrella academy (it doesn't deserve caps anymore, he thinks), had sent him a letter once. It was before Father- Reginald, Five refuses to call him Father now- had banned fan mail. But he remembers the day as if it were yesterday, when he’d gotten a note from a sweet girl who had said that he had changed her life, had given her the courage to stand up from her abusive father and leave her home to make a living on the east coast. He remembers thinking, that’s ironic. If only I gave myself that courage.

And he remembers the elegant script at the end of the page.

Signed, Dolores.

Dolores.

He thinks he likes that name.

“I’m going to call you Dolores,” he tells the mannequin. And she doesn’t move, but Five can swear that she winks at him.

•••

Life with Dolores is better. It’s not in any way, shape or form good, but it’s better.

He’s settled into a bit of a routine, and God knows he needs one. It’s good to feel useful again. To feel needed. To have something to do. It’s nice.

Every morning he goes scouting. It’s futile; there’s nothing to scout for, but it gives him a sense of purpose. I used to go scouting with Diego, he thinks, heart aching for times gone and a brother lost. But his ever consistent mind chides him, you won’t be able to ever again if you don’t work on getting back.

After scouting, he checks on Dolores. He tells her about what he finds. And usually it’s not much, but it still feels amazing to interact with something again. If he concentrates hard enough, he can even pretend that he’s talking to Vanya or Allison or Ben.

That makes it worth it.

Everything would be worth it, if he could see them again. If he could hear their voices, if he could see them smile. If he could know they’re safe.

Five would do anything to see them again.

But it’s been two years since he found Dolores. That means he’s been in the apocalypse for five years. He’s been working on his equations for ages, but it’s going to take a really, really long time. There have been times where he’s broken down, angry, so angry at himself because he can’t figure out this stupid problem, and if he could, he would be able to see the things he wants the most again.

His family.

He promises himself that he will not cry, he will not let himself feel or rest until the job is done. He cannot cry. He can’t afford to.

He remembers, bitterly, the talks he’d shared with Ben. When his brother had trusted him enough to share how he was really feeling, his true opinions on their father. When they had had glorious debates about science, math, books they’d read. Five had comforted him when he’d been forced to kill and when Reginald had thrust the most difficult training upon him. He had been there for him.

And he hadn’t even found Ben’s body. He hadn’t been there for his brother because he left. He left everything behind.

He deserves to be alone.

Death would be too kind.

Some days he falls into a deep depression, filled with a horrible sinking sadness, and other days he’s mad- at himself, the world, whatever caused the apocalypse. But most of the time he’s like a listless zombie, doomed to walk the earth for eternity, always searching for something but not knowing how to get to it.

He can’t linger on the feelings for too long, though. He’s promised himself. No crying, no feeling until this whole mess is over and his family is safe. He’s irrelevant to the main cause, and lieu, his feelings are irrelevant. All they’ll do is detract from his main goal, which is getting his family safe.

Too many feelings.

#five hargreeves #my writing #the umbrella academy #tua #luther Hargreeves #diego #allison #klaus #ben #vanya #reggie is a shit father #Fanfiction #fanfic #not on ao3 #Five #tua five #whump sorta

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cherryonigiri · 4 years

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S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

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glitteronadumpsterfire · 3 years

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I'm a fucking wreck rn I haven't been sleeping for a week and I'm getting some rest from the bullshit factory that is my brain only now, but I just wanted to say that last year for me has been saved by tumblr and all the friends I made along the way.

Before you go below the cut, a special thanks goes to the Bee Movie Anon, who, rightfully, I can't tag so I have to say it here in the hope that they'll see it. Your hunger for chaos made me feel a lot of emotions, and I'd have never in any time or space thought that the Bee Movie would be such a prominent part of my life as it is now thanks (read it with a note of sarcasm) to you. Thank you for providing us an infinite amount of both entertainment and suffering, hell, some of the friends I made were because of YOU. I'm still not sure what was your drive to go and start this absurd crusade for the bee movie in the 80s metal fandom, but I don't know, I don't think bee so, I'm not gonna question your ways.

@arnold-layne being the first in line, you kept me sane somehow in the first phases of quarantine and dedicated a lot your time to talk with me and helped me enormously with creativity. If it wasn't for you, that Cyberpunk Comic That Is Kinda Inspired By The Crüe and Shout At The Devil would've been already down the drain. I would've given up probably, because I didn't know how to exted the concept and have an actual plot. A dream that I've been having for literal years wouldn't even have such cool characters with a rich storyline if it wasn't for you. I know I kinda left it after a month or so of intense brainstorming with you, I was literally drained at that point both physically and mentally, but oh boy I haven't forgot about the characters that WE created. How could I after all? Russ being the wreck of a tormented junkie protagonist that he is, Dylan the happy-go-lucky fuck up that seems to do nothing right but with the best intentions, Frankie the runaway sassy and wary androgynous teenager whose gender is a mystery even to themselves, and the epitome of the found family trope, ex gov agent part Japanese, part Russian, part cyborg Vik, whose story isn't still clear yet but we'll give him a very good one, eventually.

You gave me the curiosity to read fanfiction again after literally NINE YEARS of being distant from that part of the fandom and honestly I don't regret it one bit. In fact, I discovered literally my favorite writer in fanfiction. That is you, Arnold. I don't care how frequently you write, I don't care if sometimes you can't do your best. I'll always be there waiting for the next chapter and I'll always think that your art is sublime. I'll have to admit, I don't read your works as often as I should. But it's because I love them so much that I want to always save for later. It's like a drug, or a delicious cake that you want it to last as long as possible so you can enjoy it for much longer (I should be reading your fic more often either way tho like, at least so I can make more art for it. I'll make sure to change that this year and give you the recognition you deserve 🖤).

Everytime I make art, everytime I make a post, I always wait for your name to pop in my notifs. And fuck if I'm happy when I see it, and I rush to read your tags and it always makes my day. Like seriously, you mean so much to me and I admire how you can still be any amount of sane with all you're going through. You're strong as hell, keep going. 🖤

@i-dont-like-rice dude, how can I explain it. You're my best bud here. You're my chaotic sibling from another mother. The other braindead I share the single braincell I have with. The Nikki to my Tommy. Or the Tommy to my Nikki, I'm still not sure which of us is which (I guess I'm Nikki and you're Tommy? lmao it's ironic how even them are an italian and a balkanian) but you get the point. Every interaction we have, I laugh my ass off till my whole body hurts every time. I think I worried my mother and annoyed my sister at least a couple times for bursting out laughing for five minutes straight out of the blue, especially if it was late at night, and all the times, I swear it was because of you. You are as chaotic as you are kind, and it's always so disarming to see you worry or take care of others when you are definitely in a worse situation. Please, be more selfish, goddammit. For your own sake. And be more confident of your art. Draw shit and post it. Who cares if it's not perfect and you hate it and you don't want anybody to see it, it's tumblr, nobody will ever reblog it or give you the well deserved recognition anyway! So it's worth a try isn't it?

@no-stone-no-bone seriously, I'm so glad I met you. You're like the third element of chaos that holds me and Andi together. All three of us are literally unstoppable. You're extremely sweet too and I wish you the best, and DON'T HIDE SHIT IN THE TAGS GODDAMMIT 😂

@white-lightning-625 @viiinceneil I know we really haven't talked much, and we met through unfortunate times, but I'm so glad that something good came out of the chaos and drama, which is being able to talk to you and getting to know you both better. And the fics. My god, the fics. Frankie, I already told you this but MY GOD. I still find it incredible that I've read a fic about a band I didn't even know what they looked or sounded like and I was HOOKED from start to finish. And Katie, I should definitely read more of your works because I love what you've got going on. You're both very sweet and talented with a very distinct, beautiful way of writing and I can't wait to sink my teeth into the pulp of your work, because I know that by now I only scratched the surface.

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands Bruh, conoscere una fan su tumblr the parla la MIA STESSA LINGUA (e che ha pure il mio stesso vero nome lmao cosa sta succedendo)??? Che concetto innovativo!!! Le nostre conversazioni sono sempre disgiunte, ma non importa, adoro ogni nostra interazione. Sei seriamente una delle persone più dolci e gentili che abbia mai conosciuto. La tua creatività stimola sempre la mia. Le tue moodboard sono sempre 👌👌👌 e ogni volta trovo sempre qualcosa che sì, ci avevo pensato, ma mai nel modo in cui lo poni tu, e di solito sono una persona che resta vicina alle proprie idee, ma tu riesci a farmi alterare prospettiva, e trovo questo meccanismo mentale molto affascinante. Ti ricordi lo swapped instruments AU, con Tommy come cantante, no? Giuro che è un concetto a cui penso ancora dopo mesi. Spero di avere la capacità mentale per tradurre quell'idea in arte il prima possibile, perché cazzo, lo adoro troppo

@tattooed-lies thank you for providing the fandom the best gifs in the fucking platform and thank you for giving us the vinikki content that everyone, even if they're not aware, deserves and needs. Thank you for being the only Vince stan that I know. Thank you for being the sweetest person alive 💖

@nbtommylee honestly, I wish I was cool like you. Your sense of humor is impeccable, much like your critical thinking. I have never read something from you that wasn't a valid point. You don't talk shit and that's extremely sexy of you, y'know? And having a "gender dysphoria buddy" to be jealous of our Rockstar Gender Of Choice with is always fun to have, so that's definitely a plus. Can't wait to see (and read!) more of your art, I just love your style so much and you deserve to be Known

@metalmelkor @emometalhead @polka-dot-duff I'm always so happy to see you in my notifs and y'all are oh so very sweet and cool, we haven't talked much but I love every interaction we have, sorry for having the social skills of a stale piece of white bread 🖤

A special thanks goes to @awesomgrlgr8job bc you're literally one of my very first mutuals since I made the decision to make this dumpster fire of a blog and holy shit it's crazy to think about that. I don't even know if we ever interacted that much but it's always such a joy to see you around, ily and I hope you're doing well and thanks for putting up with my clownery for so long 💖

Like seriously, thank you all. I don't even know where I would be without you. Here's to another year of chaos, but only of the good kind 💖

#witchy.txt #I didn't think I would've rambled so much ahshdhjfjf I'm so sorry you have to go through all that #there are a lot of people I could've mentioned but we never really talked so I wouldn't have much to say #but believe me when I tell you that I love seeing you on my dash and in my notifs #I really mean that #and I hope y'all are doing well bc ily 💖

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jangofctts · 3 years

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miss keida hi hi!!!! im new to tumblr but i LOVE your work and i was wondering if i was allowed to be One of the Sluts? you're like the first person i discovered on tumblr and i would really like to be part of the family 🥺👉👈

i also wanted to know if you had any tips on tumblr stuff? I'm like really nervous about posting on here because I want to post my own [star wars character that shant be mentioned here] x original character fic that I've been working on for like 7-8 months but I'm not sure anyone will like it. Idk I really wanna be like cool like you and other blogs I see but I feel like a little kid!!!!

Sorry I ranted a lil bit omg anyways i hope your day is going amazing!!!!!!

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

yOU MAY BECOME A WRETCHED WHORE FOR THE FUNKY LITTLE SLUTS I ACCEPT YOU KEJRHKJEHR

and tbh I still have no clue how Tumblr works for like, tags wise and what will show up on people’s feeds or searchbar. like the algorithm is veRy whaCK--like that’s why I dont tag smut as #nsfw or #smut bc Tumblr will like hide it fwkefjhd

I do recommend crossposting to AO3 just so you have two places to post work because some people only read on ao3 or only Tumblr so!! it’s good to have two places to share you work. unfortunately on Tumblr, works with an original character pairing dont always do as well notes wise if that’s your concern but, I highly recommend posting anyway!! you should try to keep writing for yourself and not a whole bunch of faceless people because when you do that it’s easy to spiral into a slump and get burned out/discouraged. like, write something that YOURE proud of! I think it’s kinda fucked up how the writing world on Tumblr has made it so that only popular fics get blasted into the algorithm and that a lot of people won’t read fics if they’re below a certain amount of notes, but again PLEASE SHARE YOUR WORK!!!! THERE WILL ALWAYS BE PEOPLE WHO LIKE IT AND AS LONG AS YOURE PROUD OF IT THEN IT’S GONNA BE A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK!!!

#I hoPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY TOO #and sorry abt the ramble kjekewjh #ask #keida answers #rosevon7975

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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hihi how are you?? i hope you're doing good :D

do you have any tips for starting a blog? i'm kinda new to tumblr so i don't know much about navigating and making a pretty theme and customizing.

it's ok if you don't want to answer! no pressure! <33

hello there! i'm doing very good, thank you for wish me well! uh long post ahead.

ummm well it depends on the type of blog you're running? tbh i don't know a lot either. back when i still wasn't writing, i was just spending a lot of time in the tags i liked and i saw many blogs that inspired me to make a hopefully pretty blog. In terms of navigation, i just use the search bar like yknow... googling but i remember to follow authors and reblog their works so tumblr's algorithm syncs up with my interests. you might encounter profile recommendations on your dash when you're just scrolling through and those are usually related to the content you've been actively intaking. so yeah, just follow and rb the content creators that you like bc not only is it a show of appreciation, it's also a way to personalize your tumblr and fill up your blog.

speaking of blogs, tags have been my best friend since i reworked mine. you can use it to organize your posts and make the search easier in case you have smth you need to find. for instance, i use 'spread by word of tongue' for all the fanfics i recommend so when someone wants to read through them, it'll be easy-peachy! if you're making original content, it's also smth that boosts visibility. tag as much as you want, there's no shame in that (except the 30 tag limit lol). they do have that thing where they say you have to put the five most important tags in the front bc those are the only ones that pop out or smth. i don't really get that either but i just do it anw. interacting w people would also get your name out there so if you drop by askboxes or leave comments... those would help.

finally, themes! honestly, it's all about finding an aesthetic you vibe w and working w it. tumblr has two views (at least, the ones that i consider): the mobile and website view. the website view is more flexible and you could easily adjust the HTML codes. thankfully, a lot of talented users share their codes for free so you could copy and paste them on yours and just adjust colors and whatnot as needed (ofc be careful of what they allow and what they don't and other prerequisites before you use the theme) theme-hunter is a nice place to start if you're looking for some themes. for mobile, it's much simpler? there's not a lot you can do w it so you'll see users like me add pics and dividers and other sorts of stylization. you can hide the avatar/header, change accent colors and stuff. there are also a bunch of creative tumblr users who make matching/themed headers and icons. some of them even take requests for free and that's so pog of them.

those are the things that come up on top of my head like rn,, tbh tho, i feel like you'll figure it out on your own the more that you use it? fr my blog used to be so ugly and now we're here and it's... well, it's tolerable. anw, i hope i helped!

#˗ˋˏ°• letters from cat island •°ˎˊ˗#˗ˋˏ°• from my secret admirer •°ˎˊ˗

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laveritaswoman · 4 years

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Years and years later, and the S/C gaslighting game goes on...

I wrote the post below in January 2018, more than 2 years ago, (I’ve been in the shipper community since 2015 during S1). I ended up rereading it after a new follower @westwind49 , left a comment on the post, saying this:

“ Thank you. I’ve been feeling like I’m crazy thinking they’re together! I’ve always thought there was more to their story but was feeling bad that maybe I was delusional! So much theatrics! Thanks for clearing the air!❤️”

Thank you, @westwind49 , for allowing me to revisit my not-so-distant self and realize that some of us are still living a “Groundhog Day” of sorts.The most shocking thing about the post below is that EVERYTHING in it could still be said today. We are still in the same position, with no absolute verification/affirmation of any truth to either S or C’s true reality. They are still playing games, hiding things, lying, and gaslighting. C has still never used “my husband T” or even “my fiance T” together in the same sentence, showed a pic on IG of her together with her “loved one,” or even shown a wedding photo, because don’t you know that wedding photos are just for the bride, her husband, and their family? (That’s C redefining her wedding as a “private” affair, even though her co-worker and family left public breadcrumbs all over the place, and her wedding was included in Vanity Fair as one of the year’s “biggest” weddings!). S would have you believe, even though he won’t post a pic with her, that he’s spending pandemic lockdown in Hawail with a former Playboy bunny. If S and C are in fact with these other people, then why won’t they post pics with them, name them as their SOs, and add some truth to their lives instead of innuendo and gaslighting? It’s just unfathomable to me that two people can spend this much time and energy STILL either living a lie, hiding the truth, or simply implying a certain truth but offering no concrete confirmation of it as an absolute reality.

Here is my January 2018 post:

On sancerre, sushi and Netflix chillin’...

As a PR professional, I am smh at this whole sc fiasco. If s and c feel that no one has a right to peer into their private lives, that’s their choice, even though it’s very hard to achieve if acting is your chosen vocation and you aspire to be a well-known one. However, in order to successfully navigate and reinforce this ‘’hands-off my private life” position, from the outset, and/or especially when things appeared to be getting out of control with perceptions, sc/their agents should have hired sm pr professionals to take over their public actor accounts (and they should have established private accounts to talk/post to each other and their inner circles). With sm pr professionals manning their accounts, a strategy/tactics would have been agreed upon and the public accounts could have been fun but strictly professional promotional banter and understood by fans to be as such. And they would have been much more successful in creating consistent, ongoing messaging and PR for the stars they represented and their shows/movies/appearances. At public appearances, from the beginning, sc should have been less touchy, more professional, and steered clear of all the sexual innuendo (like c does with tobias, with whom she also had an on-screen relationship/chemistry). Sc could have communicated in a fun way at appearances that they were indeed “goofy best friends” but “we’re not dating each other,” and reinforced it at each appearance thru restating the same words and following through with their actions. If c was in a relationship most of this time, she could have curtly mentioned, “I have an SO, Tony McGill, but we’re very private people together so please respect our privacy.” I guarantee you, this invasion of privacy would not have happened bc no one (except maybe stalker Purv) would have shipped s and t. It also would have explained t’s presence at public appearances and their standoffishness (”you know, we’re private people so no public PDA”).The shipper world would have then been focused on just the jc characters and OL, with just a tiny, inert contingent who wanted to ship sc regardless of the facts. The anti-contingent and it’s resultant trolling, hatred and invasion of privacy by both anti’s and sc shippers to prove the are they/aren’t they would have never arisen. Sc could have lived their private lives with dignity and privacy, and they wouldn’t have had to compromise their integrity (or been accused of doing so), and all the gaslighting and blaming an entire loyal segment of fans of being “delusional” and “crazy” wouldn’t have occurred. Even if, as some claim, s is in fact gay, as a professional actress, it wasn’t c’s job to beard for him, especially if she is a “stand in your own power” type of woman (as she appears to be) who wanted to maintain her integrity, privacy, and grow her acting career. Any agent worth their salt would have advised c that bearding and/or misleading fans that you were in a romantic relat with your co-star when you weren’t would be problematic for her. And again, if c really is a woman who stands in her power, she/her agent should have renegotiated any bearding or “overinflate your chemistry with your non-SO co-star” contractual terms with tptb once c was a strongly-established, multiple award-nominated star of OL, which happened around early 2016. C had that kind of power by then. If the IFH was in fact held to accomplish this, c and s failed miserably at following through by falling back into their sexual-innuendo-laden sm banter and pics of personal time spent together with no SOs in sight (other than at industry events).Many co-stars have shown they can be friendly friends and cutesy together at appearances but still avoid being perceived as having something off-screen. Now I’m sticking around the tumblr shipper fandom to see how this ends bc I still think sc are hiding something. Natural curiosity and anger at being called “delusional,” when I know I’m not, pushes me to find out why this secret is so big that they’ve had to gaslight and abuse so many of their #bestfansever. You can find me on shore with my sancerre and sushi, Netflix and chillin’ and watching the trainwreck that is the sc fandom.

Thank you to (past and present shippers.were named here in the original post). They don’t know what they have/had in you guys … all of us saw the same thing and no, we weren’t delusional. I hope you all stay or at least keep your blogs active for a historical record of the gaslighting and decimation of a loyal fandom.

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jelzorz · 4 years

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four pillars (a moonfam Hogwarts au)

A/N: All this covid madness is driving me insane and I needed the stress relief so this is just for funsies and to see if anyone’s interested in a dumb moonfam Hogwarts au. If people like it enough, I’ll put it on Ao3 and keep going. For now, enjoy! Reposting bc tumblr ate my tags. Sorry for the double post!

There’s a girl at the Ravenclaw table that Lain’s been glaring at for about ten minutes now. It’s pretty out of the ordinary for him. Usually he saves this kind of unwarranted animosity for that Slytherin kid, Runaan, but there’s something… different in the downturn of his lips that piques Ethari’s curiosity.

It’s early for lunch. The Gryffindor table isn’t so crowded yet, and it’s not like Ethari’s a stranger here at all - Lain spends plenty of time at the Hufflepuff table to make up for it - but he pauses for a moment anyway, looking up and down the mostly empty table before he climbs over the bench to join him.

“That’s not how you get a girl’s attention, you know.”

Lain scowls, working his fork into the almost unrecognisable remains of the rissole on his plate. “I don’t want her attention,” he snaps, stabbing at a bit of mince probably a little more aggressively than he’d intended. “She’s not worth my time.”

Ethari raises an eyebrow at him. “So… why are you giving it?”

“I’m not.” He snatches at the jug of pumpkin juice in the middle of the table, and the only reason he doesn’t knock over a pile of scones is because Ethari has the sense to move them out of the way. He’d been wondering already, but the sourness of Lain’s pout and the frustrated tinge of pink in his cheeks just makes him all the more curious. It’s rare for someone not Runaan to invoke Lain’s unbridled rage like this, and the only reason that rivalry exists to begin with is because they’re equally matched in everything from Charms to Potions to Quidditch.

This is something different.

This is something else.

“What’d she do?” he tries.

Lain grumbles something unintelligible into his pumpkin juice, and Ethari lets out a long, patient sigh, and tries again.

“What’d you do?”

That gets him. “I didn’t do anything,” he snarls, slamming his goblet down. “Runaan provoked me. I was just minding my own business on the way to Herbology, and he comes out of nowhere being a pain in the backside, as always, and then she comes along and I tried to explain myself, because it wasn’t my fault, but she - she hexed both of us, and next thing I know, Professor Ibis is there now we’ve both got detention, all because bloody Runaan -”

Ethari holds up a hand. It’s not all true and he knows it - Lain has a habit of twisting stories like these to sound less incriminating, and his stupid rivalry with Runaan’s got them both into enough trouble that he knows rubbish when he hears it. “Runaan provoked you?” he asks, “Or were you provoking each other like you always do and Tiadrin just happened to be there to hex both of you before you could hex each other again?”

Lain falters. Then he narrows his eyes. “Tiadrin?”

“Yeah, Tiadrin.” Ethari snorts at him. “I make it a point to know the kids in our year. Sorry you’re not as popular as you think you are.”

Lain presses his lips shut, golden eyes hard with betrayal. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he grumbles, turning back to his butchered rissole. “Runaan had his wand out first. She didn’t even let me explain -”

Ethari stifles a snort. “Don’t blame her,” he mutters into his goblet, and Lain shoots him a look that he pointedly chooses to ignore.

“I should have known better than to try,” says Lain shortly. “She’s all buddy-buddy with Runaan. Of course she’d take his side.”

“You said she hexed both of you.”

“She still took his side.” Lain glances at her once more, his head bowed towards his plate in a poor attempt to be subtle about it, but his eyes flit back to his rissole when Runaan approaches her looking just as sour. “See what I mean?”

“Er. No,” says Ethari, because he doesn’t. Even from here, Runaan’s scowl is hard to miss. Tiadrin, on the other hand, looks pretty smug about it, and again, he can’t blame her. Lain and Runaan’s rivalry is stupid and childish, and he’s certain she’s not the first to want to stop them before they start all over again - she’s just the first to actually do something about it. He makes a note to congratulate her about it later - and to ask her what really happened. He has a feeling her version might be closer to the truth. He clears his throat. “I don’t get why you’re so pissy about it,” he says. “You and Runaan get detention often enough on your own. What’s so different about this time?”

Lain grinds his teeth and glares down at his plate. “She upstaged me,” he mutters, so quietly that Ethari struggles to hear it.

“She what?”

Lain takes a breath. Uses it to steel himself like he’s about to divulge some kind of horrible secret. Glances up and down the table to make sure no one else is within ear shot. “She upstaged me,” he grumbles again.

That’s what Ethari thought he heard. Lain’s not one to throw tantrums like this - not usually - but then no one really upstages him either. He and Runaan are equally matched. It’s rare that one ever gets the upper hand, but the fact that Tiadrin had honestly just makes Ethari want to congratulate her more. “Upstaged you?” he asks, dubious.

“Yeah,” mumbles Lain. “She was so fast. Had her wand in her hand before Runaan and I even blinked. Stuck me with a Stickfast Hex so good Professor Ibis had to undo it for me. Runaan had sardines coming out of his nose. It was amazing.”

Ethari stares at him. “She got you with a Stickfast Hex and you’re calling her ‘amazing’?”

Lain flushes. “Credit where credit’s due,” he mumbles, hiding his face in his goblet.

There’s a pause. Lain spends longer than he needs to gulping down the rest of the pumpkin juice that Ethari’s pretty sure he’s only doing it to hide the rising blush in his face. The issue here is so obvious he wants to laugh, and as much as he wants to take pity on Lain and his lack of emotional maturity, it feels like it might be funnier just to sit back and watch this disaster unfold. Lain’s always been a bit of a ladykiller, but this is going to be a trainwreck in the best possible way, and he’d be a poor friend if he tried to stop it.

He’s got Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws after lunch, which means Lain will have to spend Potions brooding over this with Runaan in the same room, and Ethari almost wishes he was in Gryffindor just so he can make jokes about it all period. But he eyes Tiadrin instead, a smirk pulling at his lips and a plot coming together in his mind. If it works, maybe Tiadrin will rub off on him, and Lain might deflate his ego enough to see that he and Runaan would probably get along if they weren’t always at each other’s throats.

If it doesn’t - well. It’ll be fun to watch, at least. Maybe Tiadrin will rub off on him anyway. He can hope.

He claps Lain’s shoulder. “I’m going to class,” he says. “You’re going to stew on this whether I try to stop you or not, so I might as well save myself the trouble. At least Tiadrin’ll be easier to talk to. See you in Charms.”

“What - wait!” Lain makes a grab for the sleeve of his robe, and Ethari pauses, trying not to let his amusement get the better of him. “What - Have you got class with her or something next?”

“Sure do,” Ethari tells him mildly.

The flush returns, and Lain ducks his head. “Can you - uh - can you explain for me? Tell her it wasn’t my fault?”

“Why?” This time, Ethari can’t stop himself. He does smirk. Lain’s panic is too much. “I wasn’t there. I don’t know what happened. Alternately, you could try to talk to her yourself like a normal person.”

“Yeah, but -” He swallows and twiddles his thumbs. “She won’t give me the time of day. You could at least like… soften her up or something. And then maybe she’ll actually listen to me.”

Ethari lets out a snort. “I’ll see what I can do,” he says, tugging his sleeve out of Lain’s grip.

(Oh, he’ll see all right. With any luck, they’ll be on more than just speaking terms by the end of the semester. Maybe then, he’ll finally have some peace and quiet in the halls).

#the dragon prince #ruthari #laidrin #canon six #moon fam #hogwarts au

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