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pizza-is-my-buziness · 1 year

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Prompt: Sam's thoughts/pov from when she notices Deena is at the vigil up until where the movie picks up their confrontation.

Anyways I just love Sam Fraser so much.

“I have no idea why we’re going to all this effort. It’s just Shadyside.”

For the record, Irene is as beautiful as she is mean and the effort she’s currently going to -leaning into her reflection in the locker room mirror and applying eyeliner so sharp it could easily kill- is entirely unnecessary. Like most of the girls on the squad, she could step onto the sidelines bare-faced and the only thing people would notice anyway were bare legs and short skirts.

“Sam,” Irene continues, and Sam keeps her focus on lacing up her tennis shoes. “You’re from Shadyside, right?”

The innocent lilt to her question, as well as the faint giggling from the two girls occupying the mirrors on either side of Irene, make it clear that everyone already knows the answer to this question. As if anyone might have possibly forgotten, even for a second, that Sam isn’t originally from Sunnyvale. She doesn’t have the clothes, the pedigree, or the fancy car and having the right address only goes so far. If it weren’t for Peter, Sam is certain she wouldn’t be sitting in this locker room right now getting ready to take the field.

Sometimes, she thinks she would much prefer it that way.

“Um.” Sam blinks like she’s trying to bring the question into focus. “My mom and I moved a few months ago.”

It’s not an answer and the feline smile Irene gives her is enough to assure Sam that her evasion has not gone unnoticed. “How lucky for you,” she coos like Sam is some sort of homeless kitten Irene has deigned to give attention to. Well aren’t you cute? “I could never. I swear even crossing the county line makes me break out in hives.”

A few other girls laugh and one of the girls standing beside Irene launches into some story about Shadyside that couldn’t possibly be true given how fucking stupid it is but no one bothers to point this out and Brianna, the only girl on the team that ever bothers to even look Sam in the eye just gives her a sympathetic smile and offers to help Sam with her hair.

It's the only nice thing that’s happened to her all day, which, unfortunately, isn’t saying much considering that most days aren’t filled with nice things. But this day in particular, having to sit through her classes, watching the clock and knowing that each second was bringing her closer to this moment, to game night, only made everything worse. And rather than getting out and cheering for three hours and never having to think back on this moment again, the Universe has decided to extend her misery by adding an extra layer to it with the vigil for the latest victims in another Shadyside bloodbath.

The ache that Sam feels in her chest all the time has become unbearable today, threatening to turn itself inside out and swallow her whole, a black hole soothed only by the reassurances that Deena wasn’t going to be there tonight, that she had quit band and therefore removed herself from any possible chance that she might ever have to see Sam again. But with the vigil, Sam isn’t sure what might happen. It doesn’t seem like the type of thing that Deena would bother to come to, but Sam has lost the privilege of knowing what sort of things Deena might do.

“I don’t know why it even matters,” one of the girls is saying and Sam tunes into the conversation enough to know that they, too, have turned their attention toward the vigil. “Who gives a shit if a bunch of Shadysiders just got murdered. They’ll all just eventually kill each other anyway.”

More laughter, the sharp and bitter kind that Sam has gotten used to recently, ashamed that she’s slowly become the person that hides behind it rather than risk being on the receiving end. She smiles at the comment because she notices Irene glance in her direction and stays still as Brianna finishes with her ponytail and Sunnyvale red ribbon.

“Did you know any of the people who were killed, Sam?” Brianna asks and if the question had come from anyone else, Sam is certain its intention would’ve been cruel rather than curious and maybe even slightly compassionate. “It really is sad.”

That morning, her mother had all but thrown the paper at her as Sam had stood in the kitchen slowly peeling and orange and she’d listened with half an ear as her mother had pointed at the article as proof that coming to Sunnyvale had been the right thing after all and wasn’t Sam lucky she actually had a mother who cared so much about her future and well-being to bring her here, watching the curling peel grow longer as she worked her fingers.

“Kinda,” Sam says, surprising herself when it would’ve been just as easy to lie. “I used to have geography with-”

“You know what’s sad?” Irene interjects before Sam can say anything more about Heather Watkins, who had been smart and fiendishly funny and who once gave Sam her notes to copy after Sam had been out sick for a few days. “That we have to go out there and pretend like any of this is actually a surprise and then cheer. Like, hello, some of us have lives.” She rolls her eyes and the other girls quickly agree.

Sam nods and mumbles her agreement because being the odd one out has never gotten her anywhere before and it sure is hell isn’t going to start now.

On the way out toward the field to engage in a bit of mandatory mourning, someone grabs her around the waist and pulls Sam away from the rest of the squad and she affixes a smile onto her face before she even turns around fully. “I’m supposed to be getting ready to cheer you know.”

Sam doesn’t recognize the sound of her own voice whenever she’s around Peter, the way it seems to mimic the rest of the Sunnyvale girls she listens to in the hallways or in the lunchroom, high and playful and as thin as the smile Sam knows she’s wearing on her face right now.

Not that Peter seems to notice or mind. “Not yet. First we gotta stand around for this bullshit.” He rolls his eyes, scowling toward the field just out of sight. “All of this is just a waste of time anyway. I don’t even know why Shadyside even bothers to show up.”

Sam can’t stop her gaze from wandering, scanning the gathering crowd of blue. All the faces are familiar but none are the one she hopes so badly to see.

Even as she finds herself desperately scanning the crowd, the idea of seeing Deena feels like the worst possible thing that could happen on top of months of terrible things. It feels like an animal inside of her, shredding at her insides and leaving her hollowed and bleeding and, as always, it strikes Sam as completely ridiculous that she can feel so raw and empty and from the outside just look like the girl she’s always been.

All Sam wants is to see Deena. Just once, even if only for the span of an inhaled breath or beat of her tattered heart.

If she sees Deena again, she might never recover. It might never be possible to put all the pieces of herself back together into anything resembling a convincing Sam shape.

Sam isn’t sure which outcome is worse.

Though it looks like she might not get an opinion on the matter, much like she hasn’t gotten to have an opinion on anything for months, because the Shadyside buses seem to be mostly emptied and there’s no Deena and Sam isn’t sure if she should sigh in relief or crumple to the ground under the weight of the disappointment.

Peter’s arm snakes around her waist and he pulls Sam to him and she goes because she isn’t sure she can stand up on her own and because the same girl that has learned to hide behind and imitate cruel laughter and snide comments has learned that the best camouflage comes in human form.

“Come on,” Peter says, and he presses his face into the side of her neck and Sam laughs and she’s glad that no one from Shadyside is close enough to hear her. “Let’s get this over with.” He kisses her cheek and Sam barely feels it. “I’ll be your shoulder to cry on,” he teases, giving her a squeeze.

When Peter kisses her, all Sam can ever think about is Deena. Deena and the way she had always seemed to smile right before leaning in to kiss her, her gaze equal parts questioning and longing in the seconds before their lips finally met. Deena, who always smelled like sandalwood and vanilla. Deena, who was always soft and perfect beneath Sam’s hands and against her lips and who always seemed to know exactly what she needed. Peter doesn’t know her at all, just this Sunnyvale version of herself that she’s become, the Sam that is crowding out all the other parts of herself until she can’t remember how to breathe.

Still, Sam kisses him, lets Peter hold her close, smiles when he promises that they’ll actually have some fun tonight after the game because they’re going to Seth’s house and his parents are out of town and they just have to get through all this Shadyside crap first and isn’t she glad she’s out of that piece of shit town. And Sam nods and it’s for the best, really, that Deena isn’t here because she can’t stand the idea of what she might look like to Deena now and she might never be able to find herself again if Deena were to look at her and see a stranger.

Peter takes her hand in his and they wind their way through the crowd of gathered students, unsurprisingly divided right down the middle with all the Shadysiders on one side and the Sunnyvale students on the other. Mayor Goode is giving some sort of impassioned speech that Sam pays little attention to because it matters about as much as this vigil and each step she takes makes it a little easier to breathe, to move forward, to face the night ahead. She hadn’t wanted to see Deena anyway, had only let that idea wrap itself around her in a moment of desperate weakness because what would it change anyway? She’s still in Sunnyvale and Deena still hates her.

They stop next to some of Peter’s friends and he grins at them, fist bumping the guys like they hadn’t just walked out of the locker room together five minutes ago and Sam tries to focus on Mayor Goode but it doesn’t take long for her attention to wander and her gaze to return to her former classmates, just more people who would surely hate her guts if they saw her right now in her Sunnyvale cheerleader’s uniform with her Sunnyvale boyfriend.

But then, suddenly, there’s Deena and everything else seems to fall away. The world drops out from under her, leaving Sam marooned in this hazy reality where Deena seems to be the only thing in focus. Somehow, she’s here. In her band uniform and everything, her attention on Mayor Goode like there isn’t anything more important in the world. And Sam can’t take her eyes off her.

Deena has always been the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and nothing about that has changed. Except, now, Deena isn’t for her. Isn’t hers. Sam almost presses a hand to her chest to reassure herself that her heart is still beating because she isn’t sure that it is and it hurts, this giant crack spreading its way through her and threatening to splinter her into pieces.

But it’s oh so perfect to see Deena again, after all these months. It seems foolish now to think that she ever could’ve wanted anything else. Sam wants her the way she always has: like breathing, like blinking, like other parts of her done so effortlessly. Like loving Deena is just one more thing her body was designed to do.

It makes Sam want to turn and run as far away from here as possible. Sunnyvale hadn’t been far enough to outrun the truth of this, of herself, but that won’t stop her. There are so many other corners of the earth to run to. Somewhere that she can be and not have to worry about all these things that are so wrong with her that her mother picked up their entire life to get away from it all.

The anger that bubbles up inside of her is a relief compared to all the other things Sam wants so desperately to be feeling right now and a part of her is tempted to march right over there and rip that stupid hat off Deena’s head. What the fuck, she wants to scream, you aren’t supposed to be here!

But the anger is nothing compared to the rest of what Sam feels just beneath the surface, the part of her that wants to go over to Deena, to take Deena’s face in her hands and feel those eyes on her again. Please, she wants to whisper, so only Deena can hear her, don’t leave me alone here again.

Sam pulls in a shuddery breath, grateful that Peter doesn’t seem to notice, and turns away from Deena, curving her body closer to Peter’s in a desperate bid to hide against him. If Deena doesn’t notice her, then none of this is real and she can keep pretending. She can hide away those parts of herself, can pretend that they don’t exist anymore.

That she doesn’t exist anymore.

And she’s used to that feeling nowadays. It’s how she’s made it this far.

#sameena #both mostly just #sam fraser #a bit of a Sam character study #sam/deena #fear street #there's a great John Mayer song that has a line I love that goes #'I'd die if I saw you; die if I didn't see you there' and yes that song was totally my inspiration #I hope I did this prompt justice #I just really love Sam and maybe got carried away?

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froggy-1988 · 3 years

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Unmasked - Birthday Surprise

So, I have finally finished my little tangent in the Masqurade series. Her is the last part of Unmasked- the epilogue of Masqurade will come next.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30382263/chapters/75468812

#tts cassandra #tts varian #Cassarian #Varianda #Teen rated #Fluff #Very fluffy #Maybe over fluffy and indulgent #Filled with cute kids too #P.S. The cute kids totally ship Cassarian.#Yes #I know this is a rather cute and innocent sideline to what was a rather sensuos fic #And now I have to finish the epilogue and Masqurade will be finished for good #Which I shuold want because it was a pain to write and I got into so many writing blocks with it that it drove me insane and took so much lo #longer than it should have #Yet #still slightly sad it's almost done.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Poly!Yandere! Big Three in a Relationship

Request: Maybe poly!yandere! Big Three x reader? Maybe sfw and nsfw hcs? 👉👈

A/N: I really like the big three. I think they’re really interesting characters and i hope we get more of them

SFW:

Being in a relationship with the Big Three would be anyone’s dream. They’re all attractive, high-ranking heroes, and seem to get along great with each other. It’s the dream to be in their relationship. They’re fawned over and most people would gladly trade places with you. To date the Big Three is truly something to be proud of. They might be obsessive, but that only adds to their charm. Who can blame them? When you’re heroes, you make enough enemies eventually. They only want to protect you and if that means using their connections and resources to figure where you are and with you, then it might be a bit extensive, but it’s only because they care for you so much.

While polyamorous relationships aren't unusual in hero society, it is still a bit of a rarity- especially when they seem perfect like the Big Three. You have the childhood best friends, the beauty queen, and then you, the sweet, little naïve partner who is coddled and cared for. You’re the talk of the news- magazines, headlines, interviews and whatever else there could be, it’s about you and your relationship. While you would have preferred to be kept on the sidelines- the less that know, the better- they can’t help but be thrilled. Now people will know who you belong to without having to say a word. It’s a nice relationship, where they each hold a different part of power over you, keeping you nice and submissive, letting you fall onto their lap as they tell you that you can’t go anywhere now. You can’t start a new life when everyone knows who you are and who you are dating.

Tamaki still holds a bit of his more introverted nature, and when he isn’t out protecting society, he’s at home with you. He has you in his strong grip, sitting beside him as he bulks up for his next day on the job. He loves to touch you, to have you on his lap as his face is buried in your chest, his nails pressing into your skin, dragging down when you try to move away from him. When Tamai is in charge of you, he hardly ever lets you go out. He much rather have you to himself, where no one can witness you nor him. There really is no escape in the home that you share. He knows all the hiding places, and has made sure- along with Mirio- to place cameras where he thinks that you would hide. If you ever seem to entertain the idea of leaving, he’d fall into such a depressive state that the rest of the household would be angry towards you and you can’t have that.

Nejire is sweet. She holds a bit of motherly tendencies, cooking for you, bathing you, and even dressing you up as if you were her little doll. She loves to keep you in such a cute state, to make sure that you look the best that you can be- after all, you are dating the Big Three. Her curious nature makes it perfect- she’s so calming to talk to that you often forget just how powerful she is, just how much control she has over you. All your worries and insecurities are questioned, counter-attacked, and in turn, when he brushes just a bit too harshly on your hair, she reminds you that you can’t really break-up with them if you wanted to. It wouldn’t work out. You don’t have friends. You’ve cut off your family. Who would ever take you in? Especially if they learned just how heartbroken they were if it were your fault.

Mirio is the one who treats you with the most care, he hardly ever gets angry at you. He really is like the sun- bright and all consuming. If you’ve ever gotten into a spat with another, he’s always the first to help you mend things. He’ll do anything to make you smile and will gift you whatever you need in order for that. In turn, all that he asks for is that you stay around him for the longest. Just latch onto him and let him worry about everything that has to do with the household. If you need to go out, he’s sure that Nejire can make time and in turn, he’ll let you take his card- seeing as you don’t have one. He’s so happy, so cheerful, that when he does get angry, it’s terrifying. Tamaki was right. There really is nowhere to hide in the home, because he always seems to find you. His grip is firm, digging and bruising your skin as he tells you to never disobey and run off again. Once done, he flips the switch and he’s wiping your tears and telling you another joke as he pulls you to his arms.

NSFW:

While having a train or a foursome isn’t all that uncommon, they also like to take turns. Tamaki will fill you with his quirk, tentacles inside of you as his cock is buried deep inside of your aching hole. In the sidelines, Nejire will have her hand wrapped around Mirio, and you’re sure if there weren’t tears in your eyes, you’d see her spirals flickering in and out. Mirio’s fingers will be buried knuckle deep as they watch Tamaki rail you. Nejire will have her tongue lap at your sex, her quirk in effect, your body tense and on pins and needles as she keep you close to her, suckling on your sweet arousal. Mirio and Tamaki will have their hands on each other’s cocks, Tamaki’s face red as he watches you orgasm while Mirio pumps his cock, even if semen has spilled. Mirio will be relentless, pushing your face into the mattress, his hands gripping and teasing at your pebbled nipples. Nejire will be perched above on Tamaki's cock, both trying to watch as Mirio fucks you senseless.

If you did fail to listen to either of them, then they’re less than kind to you. They’ll spread your legs, tease at your waiting hole and press soft kisses against your slit, as they tie your ankles and wrists. A vibrator is pushed inside of you, your body shaking and teased at by either their mouths or hands. They edge you until you’re crying. Tears streaming down your face and wetting the bed sheet under you, your hands in tight fists as you beg and cry to not misbehave again. You have to promise to do better. To smile more and hold their hand, to listen when they say that they’re tired from work. You have to be a good little house pet, and know them. They care for you of course, but it’s hard to believe that when they keep rejecting your orgasm just to see you cry.

They all really just like to see your face contort into something less than innocent. They want to see you cry, to see you shake and beg for them to slow down or to give you a break, but they won’t. You have to please three different people who all have amazing stamina and at the end of it, you’re left overstimulated. Your body shakes throughout the night and any type of touch is jolts of electricity shot through you. And even then, when you’re crying and gripping onto scarred skin, your pleas of rest are shushed with a kiss as you’re lowered onto a cock to sit on. If it isn’t cockwarming, then you're meant to kiss at Nejire’s cunt until she lets you up, but there’s also a part of her that just wants to please you. She’ll kiss at your sex and suckle on your arousal until you’re patting at the top of her head to let you rest, that’s it all too much.

This is more of Nejire’s thing, but she loves to have you suck on her breasts. It’s one of the few times she isn’t trying to fight for your attention or get jealous at how the others make you cream all over their cocks. She gets to have you for herself. To feel your mouth latch onto her nipple and tease the hard bud with the tip of your tongue. It’s the few times you ever get to have her so nurturing. To pet your hair and have her other hand teasing with your sex. All you have to do is suckle on her breast, to hollow your cheeks and beg for her to make you orgasm while her fingers are deep inside of you massaging at your gummy walls that clench around her. It’s one of the few times that she’ll ever be sweet during sex- petting your hair, allowing you to cream, and rest. All you have to do is nurse on her and thank her.

In the earlier parts of the relationship, you still wanted your freedom, you wanted to go out and live a life separate from them, but they were able to snuff that flame out. Even now, you hold onto your stubbornness and they can’t help but coo at how silly you’ve gotten. They'll wrap a collar around your neck and force you to walk around on your hands as you don puppy ears with a tail placed inside of you. You aren’t allowed to walk on all fours, or speak and if you want something, you’ll have to nudge at a leg and point at what you want. It’s humiliating but you can see just how much it arouses them- the tent in their pants, the hands that pull on your nipples, the way the toy is moved around inside of you. You’ll learn our place soon enough and when you have, they’ll treat you to something nice as a reward.

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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ALR LOOK THAT PREVIOUS ANON WITH THE THERE YOU ARE COMMENT, I JUST HAD AN IDEA???

like, you know how player and the rest of the grunts have their own individual relationships? I feel like deimos is the flirt type to try to get the player to fall for him faster.

LIKE HE’LL MAKE HIS VOICE PURPOSELY DEEP LIKE THAT AND LEAN INTO YOU TO SEE YOU FLUSTERED?? he’s such a fucking degenerate man omg

like just imagine him leaning into your ear and just saying something like “heyyyy~” OR SMTH IDK I JUST NEED THIS MAN HELP?? AND BEFORE YOU EVEN WENT INTO THE GAME YOU EXPRESSED HOW YOU REALLY LIKED HIS VOICE SO HE WAS LIKE “AIGHT BET”

(TW: !Suggestive! Not that bad, but still haha)

Omg you're completely right, he would totally use his voice to try and further your attraction to him. He never forgot that time you said you liked how it sounded after all, and if he's got a clear tool to use to get an edge over the others, it only makes sense to use it, right?

At the beginning of the day, Deimos'll approach you when you're all drowsy from just waking up, too busy making coffee for yourself to pay him much notice. He'll wrap his arms around your waist and lean in close, purring a low and raspy "Good morning~" right into your ear. It's a completely normal thing to say, but that doesn't stop you from gasping and stiffening in his embrace, turning to give him a flustered look as he smiles down at you innocently. Your reactions only embolden him; the cute way you pout and the blush that covers your cheeks as you try to return to what you were doing are just so adorable to him.

(Rest under the cut because my response got kinda long lol)

And the others can only seethe from the sidelines as he leans closer to you on missions, pulling you flush to his side to give you compliments and flirt with you. He always keeps his tone rather low here too, just enough to make it seem like a private conversation but also "unintentionally" loud enough for the others to hear just what flustered you. A particularly notable time is when he'd been on the tail-end of a conversation with you, slowing his pace and looking at you with an odd expression. You raised a brow, about to ask why he was stopping when he took a few steps closer to you, reaching out to place his hands on your shoulders, squeezing slightly before giving you another once-over and tsking. "You're feeling tense," he said as he leaned even closer, the almost disapproving look on his face switching to a salacious grin, "I can help you relax later, if ya want." You paused, eyes widening as heat crept up your face and painted you a shade of red (one he definitely wouldn't mind seeing on you again. Especially if it was because of him.)

"Deimos," you scolded weakly, too shocked by his blatant "offer" to really know what to say. He couldn't hide his warm laugh at the sight of your blush, though, and he pulled you into another tight hug, nuzzling into you as purrs began to rumble in his chest. (The others bristled at the brief look of triumph he sent them from over your shoulder, his smile switching to something more mocking for a brief second before he focused wholly on you again, captivated by you and your presence once more.)

The others are all very jealous of him, but there's nothing that they can do. Deimos is nothing if not opportunistic when it comes to this, and he's made it clear that he has no shame whatsoever in using your reaction to his voice to his advantage. It fills him with a sense of genuine happiness to see you get so flustered at something that's unique to him only; it's something that he knows makes him stick out from the others and if you love the way he sounds so much, he'll let you hear him as much as you like. He'd talk to you until his throat went raw and his voice grew too hoarse to use if that's what you wanted (he'd always been willing to do anything for you anyway and it's a small price to pay for your attention). It'll only serve to further your relationship with him, no matter how angry it makes the others. I mean, it's not his fault that they don't have the same effect on you.

#tw: yandere #tw: suggestive #dei when everyone gets angry at him for flirting with you: 😁 stay mad #ask #deimosed

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shookspearewrites · 3 years

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Hey there @seretina thanks so so much for your request! I apologise that it’s taken me so long to write - I’ve been super duper busy lately >2< I hope you enjoy it~

- JJ x

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Theodorus van Gogh:

Theo admires you in every shape and form; from your kindness and sweet innocence to the fiery passion and pride that burn inside your belly, he simply adores you, even though he’d never admit it so freely.

There’s this proud, adoring almost tender smile on his lips when you catch his eye from across the room - The way that you greet King, giggling and grinning as the dog barks and jumps around playfully particularly makes Theo’s heart flutter.

Theodorus will no doubt tease you for your innocence at times, especially if he’s able to make you blush with a naughty remark or a slightly less-than-innocent touch to your inner thigh under the dinner table.

Arthur Conan Doyle:

‘Why aren’t you such a cute little birdie?’ Arthur thinks whenever he interacts with you. Arthur loves your angelic, sweet nature, despite his teasing. He’ll not hesitate to spoil you and adore you to no end just to hear your charming giggle and see your beautiful smile and blushes.

He’ll grin quite smugly when he sees your fiery, passionate side bubble to the surface, proud of you for standing up for yourself and committing to your goals no matter the cost. Arthur is almost like your personal cheerleader, watching you fight your battles and cheering from the sidelines, though of course he’ll always step into help/ defend you if you need him to - he is your chevalier after all.

Jean D’Arc:

Jean is indifferent about most things but he simply cannot help but be completely enamoured by you. He’ll cling to the kindness you show him, traipsing behind you at times like a lovesick puppy, ready to be at your beck and call at any given second. Jean isn’t used to being shown such kindness and love and, since his love language is Acts of Service, he’ll always be prepared to give that kindness back to you tenfold.

He’s taken aback a little by your strong will power and confidence in your beliefs - not to mention your willingness to defend yourself - but, it simply makes him love you more. Jean lives to protect you but, it does put his heart slightly at ease knowing that you are so strong and capable underneath your seemingly innocent and naive exterior.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

There is something that draws Mozart towards you and he’s not entirely sure what it is? Perhaps it is simply the fact that opposites attract - He’s brash and fiery on the outside with undeniable kindness held within, whereas you you wear that beautiful caring nature proudly, concealing your bright burning confidence unless it is absolutely necessary. Wolfgang finds your sweet, innocent, angelic demeanour to be rather cute, actually - You’re sure to become to muse of some of his softer, lovelier compositions.

He admires your passion, even though it takes him a little while to adjust to - Mozart knows that you can defend yourself but, he simply cannot help but want to come immediately to your rescue. Eventually, he’ll learn that in a battle of wits and wisdom, he can comfortably watch you from the sidelines with a proud smile on his lips.

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roggenmuhme · 3 years

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Hiya! I see that you did some Steven Universe stuff a long time ago (I may have stalked your page...) and I was wondering if I could have some soft yandere headcannons for a gender neutral reader with Pearl (or multiple pearls)? Maybe the reader is someone who’s fairly physically affectionate? I just wanna smooch her ya know

For requests check my pinned post! :)

Don’t worry anon, my page is made for stalking haha :D And I’m so happy to get a SU request, you don’t even know! I did Pearl and Yellow Pearl separately, but if you wanted the poly!pearls format and/or other pearls send me another ask and I’ll work on it (don’t worry about my reqs being closed, I just wanna make sure I didn’t misunderstand you haha)

Yandere!Pearl with a physically affectionate darling

It’s definitely one of the first things that draws her to you. Your easily given affections don’t make it hard for her to get closer to you and she finds herself closer and closer every time you see each other. A hand on her shoulder while you’re laughing, a pat on the back, a heartfelt hug here and there - you treat her with more ease and familiarity than the other crystal gems and she’s perceptive enough to notice. On one hand she wonders why you’d favor her out of all of them, but she enjoys the attention - it’s nice to be special to someone, she knows that too well. She revels in every smile, in every lingering touch, no matter the intention behind it.

She falls quicker for you than she’d like to admit and she’s so, so eager to please and make you happy. Pearl invites you over to Little Homeschool as a help for her lessons, agrees to try out your hobbies or help you in any way she can.

Your favorite healthy snacks? Look, she has prepared them for you already. (It’s no matter, really, and you humans need the nutrition and energy, after all!). You’d love to go to a concert or a function, but you’re too afraid to do it on your own because of stranger danger? She’ll go with you, even if she has to sit on the sidelines, awkwardly watching you. Your excited smiles and hugs are more than enough to make it up to her!

Even though she quickly develops a crush on you, she doesn’t want to accept just how deeply she feels for you. It’s painfully obvious to others except for you and her. She’s getting teased by Amethyst almost daily over how much she spoils you and bends over backwards for you.

But what looks so easy and innocent to any outsider, is quite complicated for her. Crushing on someone and having those feelings returned? It’s been quite a while for her, even when she let loose some time ago… She can’t explain it, but you’re different and she just wants to make you happy. But she isn’t as innocent and stupid as she was before.

You being human doesn’t make it easier for her. She’ll become a bit more clingy, a bit more cheery around you. It’s all a facade, because deep down she grows more worried about you. You’re so kind, so nice, so welcoming and so, so fragile. You should stay with her, where she can watch over your safety, wouldn’t you agree? But she doesn’t want to impose, so she keeps worrying in her head. Expect frequent good morning texts and constant reminders of getting enough sleep and eating healthy. If you let her, she’ll cook for you, smother you in any way imaginable.

You’re just too cute, aren’t you? And so, so precious!

Yandere!Yellow Pearl with a physically affectionate darling

Oh, she hates it at first. Not the attention, of course. She deserves that, after all.But why do you need to touch her so much? Verbal praise is sufficient. Please, stop ruining her outfit with your sticky human fingers!

Once she learns that touch is a way humans express special affections and appreciation, she gets a little less irritated at you always doing… that.

But just because she isn’t the biggest fan of your little antics, don’t think you can just go and treat others the same way. She is special, precious and she should be the only one you see in that way. (It’s the truth, after all.)

She gets jealous easily and doesn’t realize it. At all. You’re talking to someone else, gem or human - it doesn’t matter to her, she’ll intervene and drag you away from them. They’re not worth your time, she can do whatever they’re doing way better. You should also be more careful with how you spend your time - after all, you’re human and you only have so much of it on earth.

She’s one to brag to you. She definitely wants to show you her world - she’s out of her element on earth and have you ever seen Homeworld? She’s trying to impress you with all of her little stories of the past. She was - is, really - very important, don’t you see?

For you, she’ll try to get into human technology. That little ‘smartphone’ you have may not be as efficient and well-made as gem tech, but you love it so much and she loves it that you give her attention even when you’re not together. Expect many pics and selfies from her during the day (and a flood of texts when you can’t answer immediately because you’re preoccupied). That silly snapchat picture you took of you two some time ago? The one with the ridiculous animal ear filter? It’s her screensaver and homescreen now. If you ask her about it, she’ll blush and tell you she just liked the way she looked in it.

It takes her a long time to even recognize the feelings she has for you, but when she does, she falls even harder. You’re her first love and she feels like she never wants to let you go, ever. It’s hard to come to terms with her emotions and she has a lot of work to do in that regard, but that doesn’t stop her from obsessing over you. She tries to become the most important person in your life without damaging her pride - not an easy task, but she can definitely shoo away some of your friends with her snobbish behaviour. Slow progress, but still progress. Over time, she starts to initiate physical contact on her own, but rather subtly. And not only because she likes it - she wants to show others that you belong to her.

They’re just not good enough to be with you.

#steven universe #steven universe x reader #pearl x reader #yellow pearl x reader #yandere pearl #yandere yellow pearl #yandere #headcanons #my writing

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 20

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.04K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: this chapter is filled with a LOT of twists and turns

It's raining.

Jungkook notices the fact absentmindedly as he peers outside. His hand rests comfortably against his chin as he dazedly watches droplets run in their tiny streams on the window. Pressing his finger against the cool surface, he follows a fresh raindrop as it falls, his finger perfectly aligned with the trail.

The rain reminds him of Taehyung and he smiles at the thought of his friend running out there like a lunatic. Letting out a snort, he has to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Just a few moments ago, Tae showed up at their meeting...

An hour and a half late...

With soaking lunch bags...

And drenched from head to toe in rain.

The sight was so ridiculous that BTS hardly had any time to scold him before laughing and teasing him in his outlandish state. Even now, Jungkook can't stop his grin.

And yet...

He can't help but wonder what his hyung was doing out in this weather.

And what happened to make his eyes shine the way they did?

Brighter than Jungkook has ever seen them before.

Sighing, Jungkook pulls away from the window, his eyes resting on the folder he brought with him. At the sight of it, he smiles with nervous excitement before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the flash drive kept safely there. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pushes all thoughts of Tae and his strange behavior from his mind.

He doesn't have time to worry about him now.

After all, he has a girl to find.

Or rather...a girl he's already found.

Moments earlier, after Bangtan's meeting, Jungkook dropped by the security room. Luckily, it was at a time where there was hardly anyone working there, and he was able to sneak in and search up the footage he needed from today. He found himself on the tape and was able to follow his tiny past self from the dance studio, up the stairs until he saw the studio number where pastKookie stopped and immediately leaned against the wall, mesmerized by your voice. Jungkook smiled a bit at the sight before he clicked on the camera set inside the studio and saw...

"Yen."

He whispers now, his eyes warm with soft affection and admiration as he rests his fingers on the file, your pictures from the footage secured safely inside. Close-ups of your face, side-views, front views, full-body shots, some blurry and some not, but all depicting that it's you...

Yen.

The same girl from that afternoon who spilled coffee all over him.

Namjoon's new charismatic assistant.

Yen.

Thinking of you, of everything that happened today, Jungkook can't help but smile. The same cute bunny smile that would melt the hearts of many. The one that brightens up his entire face, creates small indents in his cheeks, sparkles his eyes, and crinkles them up into the tiny crescent moons.

And it's all because of you.

Remembering the clumsy but kind girl he ran into that day makes him gush as though he were a school girl experiencing her first crush...but he can't help it. He can't erase your precious smile from his memory. Can't wipe it clean of the way your eyes sparkled, how soft your hands felt when he touched you. Can't forget the way you laughed or how your simple but touching words made him feel.

You seemed so pure, so bright, so happy. You were a literal beam of light, impossible to ignore, and just begging to be shared.

And yet...

When he heard your voice, the beautiful melody, the cascade of symphonies...It felt as though he was being led through your world, your very soul. He felt pain, he felt heartache, he felt lost. It was so different from the girl he ran into. So different from the innocence he saw on the outside. You touched him with your voice, helped him hear your soul...your pain. And he can't help but wonder.

Who broke you?

Whoever it was...

Jungkook wishes he could hurt them the same way they hurt you.

He looks down at the flash drive in his hand and runs his thumb over it, almost affectionately. He's finally found you.

And now...

He looks over at the door as he can hear rising muffled voices coming through the other side. Inwardly, he smiles, shoving the papers back into the file and rolling the flash drive over in his hand.

He's going to help you fly.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that, thank you, Mrs. Kwon!" BangPD says a bit irritated as he opens the door, his frantic secretary not far behind. Softly, but firmly, he turns to her and places his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "I told him to meet me here."

The secretary, still unsure, opens her mouth to protest, but at a small shake of the CEO's head, she shuts up. Nervously, she glances from Jungkook to BangPD, panic clear in her eyes.

Jungkook can't help but give her a small wave, a bit cockily, causing Mrs. Kwon to narrow her eyes his way.

"Please, go home. It's late, you have a husband and children waiting for you, I'll take it from here, okay?" BangPD assures her, distracting her from the unruly manchild before them. Slowly, she nods, backing away from them and out of their view. BangPD lets out a small sigh as she enters her small office outside the door, before turning and regarding Jungkook with those kind small eyes.

"What did you do, Jungkook?"

Bang Sihyuk is a kind man.

Soft-spoken and thoughtful, he practically raised the members of BTS to grow into the group that saved their company. He is known for giving up his life for them, giving up everything for his dream. Working tirelessly to create a great company that gave birth to music that touches people's hearts, he is one of the main reasons behind their success. A well-known producer and CEO, he is well-respected and revered amongst the Kpop industry and the world. Without him, it makes many wonder if things would be the same today.

Jungkook owes a lot to this man.

He grew up with BTS, became a better person because of them. Sometimes he wonders what would have happened if BangPD had never taken him to meet Namjoon. He wonders what would have happened if he had gone with the safer option instead of taking the chance with BigHit. A child of 15 years old, he was thankful to him for not giving up on them. For believing in them when no one else would.

Now, he watches as BangPD shakes his head, knowing he won't get much of an answer out of Jungkook. He shuts the door behind him, placing multiple files on his desk before falling into his chair, massaging his temple as he sighs.

"I swear that woman will be the death of me." He mutters under his breath before turning to Jungkook once more. He stands there, fidgeting with the flash drive half out of excitement, half out of trepidation.

He knows that what he's asking is outlandish, against the rules. Bang PD-nim won't go for it without some persuasion.

But Jungkook has to try.

Clenching onto the flash drive, he bites his lip.

Besides, who could say no after hearing your voice?

"Jungkook?"

Jungkook looks up at the mention of his name, breaking off from his train of thought. Regarding him with thoughtful eyes, BangPD gives him a small smile. No matter how much he may grow, Bang Sihyuk will always see Jungkook as the small shy boy who came to audition all those years ago.

"Well? You wanted to talk to me?" He knows not to ask if Jungkook is alright, it would only result in lies or more silence from the young man. No, it's better to get to the point, and BangPD is very interested as to what that point is.

Rare is a time when Jungkook wants to speak to him, especially without his hyungs to support him. Jungkook glances up, a bit caught off guard by the question, before the flash drive in his hands gives him the courage to speak up.

"Uh...yes sir. Right. Here, you might want to listen to this before I say anything else." Jungkook holds out the flash drive to his CEO, and cautiously, BangPD takes it. He looks at it, a bit confused as to what it is.

Glancing over at Jungkook as he's settling down in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. Jungkook notices and smiles, placing the file that holds your proof of identification, safely in his lap.

"Humor me." He says in turn.

"You're lucky I've turned soft on you boys." BangPD sighs, muttering under his breath as he inserts the drive into his monitor. Jungkook smiles to himself, glancing at the file.

Oh please, God let this work.

After a moment, BangPD plays the only file on the flash drive, finding it to be an audio file just as he expected. He wonders what is so important about this new track that Namjoon or Suga couldn't solve, but it's a small wonder. He prepares to listen to it as best as he can, a bit pleased that Jungkook came looking for his help. He'll try to critique and give as much feedback as he can.

But when he hears the voice, he is struck speechless.

This isn't Jungkook's voice.

This voice...the entire song, all of it...

It's so raw, so vulnerable, so bare.

Stunned, he turns to Jungkook, asking for some kind of explanation, anything to tell him what this is. But Jungkook shakes his head silently, beckoning for him to continue listening. So, no matter how reluctantly, he does.

He listens.

He listens as his trained ear begins to pick out everything about her performance.

And deduct it as best as he can.

Any normal person could take one taste of her sound and tell that she is talented. They could hear the incredible emotion that is poured so desperately into each note, each word. With her voice, her perfected vibrato, ethereal falsetto, she can paint a story, a range of emotions that shock the listener speechless. She pours her soul into the song, letting her emotions take the reign and the music speak for her.

It's heartbreaking.

And yet...at the same time, it's almost healing. Comforting. Almost familiar. As though trying to reassure the listener that they aren't alone, that they aren't the only ones hurting.

That she understands and will relieve them of the burden.

Everyone and anyone would be able to understand that.

However.

It takes a veteran producer, a man with a trained ear, a person with a deep love and understanding of music to pick apart the reason why.

Her range allows her to accomplish the deep and high notes in such a stable and sure way that carry across that soulful heart-wrenching emotion.

She has good control of her vibrato, and he can tell it's a natural gift in the way she executes and manipulates her notes.

She is very experienced in her vocals but has struggles with control. Completely losing herself in the music. It's not a bad trait, but with as powerful a voice as hers, it could be quite damaging or confusing to her emotions and could affect the flawless execution of her notes.

Nevertheless, BangPD finds himself enraptured, held in stunned silence at the sound of her voice.

It's something that draws people in, begs them to stay.

He sees in it the same talent and potential he saw in every member of BTS when he found them all of those years ago.

Instead of just hearing her sing, feeling the emotions she has conveyed, he can see it all. Almost as though she were performing for him right then and now. He can't exactly describe how.

It's almost as if she's changing the world around him, manipulating it to appear in whichever way she sees fit. She stands at the center of it all. Almost as though through her voice, she has opened a gateway, handed him a key, and invited him to see the world through her eyes.

Or rather...

See her world with new eyes.

BangPD loses himself in the music, the sound, her, that he doesn't spare a second glance Jungkook's way.

Jungkook looks on, proudly, watching Bang Sihyuk for once fall short of anything to say. He smiles as he notices the way his PD's gaze never strays from the computer screen. Jungkook himself finds his eyes closing once more, allowing your voice to take control of his mind and weave limitless stories and universes. He smiles, feeling the music through you, his lips moving along with your words as his body uncontrollably beats in time with the rhythm.

At that moment, he is one with the music, one with you.

Your souls, past and present, intertwine and he's able to see what you see.

Through this song, you gave him your heart.

And though it may be damaged, fractured, and near to breaking...

He finds it beautiful.

But then that moment ends.

The music dies down, the colors fade, the gate slowly starts to close. Your voice fades away, leaving them wanting more.

There's a moment of silence after you finish and the track ends.

BangPD stares blankly at the screen and Jungkook opens his eyes, conflicted emotions stirring both of their hearts.

After a moment, BangPD runs his hand over his face before taking out the flash drive and turning to Jungkook intently. Jungkook meets his gaze, ready for anything.

If it's for you...

...He's willing to fight.

"Where did you get this?" BangPD demands, the flash drive clenched tightly in his hands as he points it to Jungkook.

"I was passing by the studio on the top floor when I heard that voice. I wanted to walk in and see who it was, but I couldn't. I had to wait until she was done but by the time I walked in, she was gone. I noticed that the mic had recorded everything and so I decided to save it...to bring it to you." Jungkook explains, his hands tightening around the file he keeps in his lap.

BangPD, his expression unreadable, sits back in his chair, setting the USB down in front of it. He holds his chin on his hand, contemplating deeply about what to do next. Turning to Jungkook, he wears the same unreadable, pondering expression before speaking again.

"Why?" He asks and Jungkook blinks in surprise.

Out of all the things he expected him to say...this wasn't one of them.

But BangPD has already guessed the reason for Jungkook's presence, for the file, for the girl.

And he knows he can't comply.

"Sir?" Jungkook asks, causing BangPD to sigh. He leans forward on the desk, hands folded, eyes holding Jungkook's serenely.

"Why did you bring me the flash drive, Jungkook?"

At that question, Jungkook swallows nervously.

He knows.

Mouth suddenly dry, Jungkook avoids BangPD's eyes, fumbling for words. BangPD watches him, already knowing his next words, already knowing the reason, but praying that it isn't so. Jungkook knows the answer. He should know that BangPD can't say yes. As much as he may want to...

He can't.

"I wanted you to sign her," Jungkook replies, securing BangPD's fear. His hands playing restlessly on the file, he looks up at PD-nim and sighs almost pleading.

"As a trainee."

They pause in tense, uncomfortable silence.

Jungkook knows it's a stupid request. He knows the rules. He knows what this may look like. But how can he find time to care? The moment he heard your voice, he knew how special you were. He saw a light just waiting to shine and he wanted you to succeed. He wanted to share the beauty he saw through you with the rest of the world.

"I can't."

These two words cause Jungkook to flinch visibly and he tries to hide the obvious disappointment on his face.

BangPD regards him with pity, almost regret. He wants to say yes, he wants to accept you with open arms, use your talent, your voice to spark inspiration in the world. He saw what Jungkook saw, he recognized the potential, the talent, the unique touch that made you so important...so special. Even now, as he refuses, he can't help but think that he's missing a golden opportunity.

But if he accepted you...how would that be fair?

There have been so many other trainees, talented trainees, women trainees...people he had to turn away. Those he could no longer accept because of what happened in the past. Because of his potent mistake with Glam. Because he had lost the trust to ever accept or create a girl group again.

If he accepted you...

How would that be fair to those who were denied the chance before?

Sighing hopelessly, he runs his hand over his face.

He can't do that to them.

He can't break the rules for one girl when he has denied so many others.

He just can't.

As he leans back in the chair, he eyes the flash drive, pondering what he should do. Maybe he can't accept you to his company. Perhaps he won't be able to turn your voice into a message of healing to the world. Maybe he won't be able to say he discovered you, raised you to the top...

His eyes catching his computer, an idea comes to mind.

Maybe he can't help you...

But perhaps he can show you the way.

"However..." Jungkook perks up at the small glimmer of hope, as BangPD proceeds to click open a new tab, bringing up his email.

"I can recommend her to our shareholders, or perhaps another company. I would suggest Source Music or maybe KQ, but JYP has been looking for more girl trainees...perhaps I should recommend her to him instead..." BangPD starts to mutter under his breath as he pulls up many email drafts, trying to think of anyone who can make use of your talents, who can present them to the world.

Perhaps better than he can.

However, Jungkook is not so fond of the idea.

"Sir, please! I beg you to reconsider. Did you hear her? She was perfect! We need her in our company." Jungkook pleads, standing and slamming his hands on the table forcefully, the photos in the file splaying across the desk. Jungkook didn't mean to shout, and as BangPD, though a bit surprised, looks up at him silently, Jungkook swallows hard.

He's surprised at himself. That outburst came out of nowhere...and as he thinks about it, it was completely uncalled for. BangPDs suggestion was quite generous. It's realistic and kind, a great opportunity for you.

Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

Silently, he sits down, a bit conflicted and muttering an apology.

Why is it that he feels as though he's losing something? Why does it feel like some unknown possibility is being drawn farther and farther away from his grasp? He doesn't understand and it frustrates him.

Since when could he not understand his feelings? Since when could he be so confused? This isn't like him.

He's so used to being sure of himself. Knowing what to do, where to go, which path he's willing to take. And now...

He doesn't know anything.

It scares him. Reminds him of the young boy he was from so long ago. A child who was lost within the great expanse of the world. A child who fooled himself into thinking he was ready. A child who has found himself running so hard just to find a way to keep up.

He doesn't want to turn into that little boy again.

Glancing up a bit shamefully, he tries to catch BangPD's eye, but BangPD isn't even paying attention to him. Instead, his soft and calm demeanor has turned frigid as his eye rests on something on his desk. Concerned, and slightly confused, Jungkook follows his gaze...

To find him looking right at the photo of you.

A chill running down his spine, Jungkook swallows nervously. Why is he looking at you that way? Does BangPD know you? Peeking a glance towards Bang Sihyuk once more, Jungkook finds himself even more perplexed.

He's smiling.

It's a small, almost nonexistent smile, but it's there. Jungkook is surprised to see it, it's a smile he knows too well.

After all, it's the same smile he saw on BangPD's face when he auditioned for the first time in BigHit.

"Who is this?" He asks urgently, as he glances up at Jungkook, pushing the photograph towards him. His eyes are alight with a fire very rarely seen and only a few are blessed with. Overwhelmed, Jungkook takes a while to respond, clearing his throat.

"That's...that's the girl...her name is..."

"Yen." BangPD's sure and decisive tone cuts Jungkook off and he snaps his eyes to him. BangPD has drawn away, speculating the picture once more with that glint in his eye. Quickly, and with the photo still held tightly in his hand, he smiles broadly as he pulls out his phone. He begins to type in a number, one he knows by heart, with Jungkook looking wondrously on.

"Sir...?" Jungkook begins, but BangPD already presses the call button, Jungkook's voice falling on deaf ears. He stands, his swivel chair rolling away and waiting for the other line to pick up. Dumbfounded, Jungkook stays seated in his chair, hands in his lap, and suddenly feeling small in the presence of BangPD.

Why? What is it about this moment that makes him feel so...

Anxious?

Almost as though if he breathed, everything would fall apart.

A serene calm before the storm.

Is this what it feels like being present...being a part of a great change?

Is this how BangPD felt when he finally formed his dream?

Sheepishly, almost hesitantly, Jungkook looks up at Bang Sihyuk. He tries to read him as best as he can, to make sense of the giddy almost apprehensive way he paces the shallow confines of his massive office.

Like someone unwilling to wait.

Afraid to wait.

Almost as if he does...he'll lose this ray of hope offering itself to him. As though he'll be foregoing an impossible chance. As though he's struggling to reach something, something he has worked so hard to reach for the longest time.

Almost as if he were an idol himself finally achieving his goals.

"Hello?" The voice that answers his call is robotic, almost bored. It's professional and serves only one purpose. To carry out its job, its purpose. Though Jungkook can't hear it, BangPD does, loud and clear. At the sound, he smiles softly, his sparkling eyes crinkling with affection.

"Hello, Jojo. I was wondering if you could help me with something." He says, gathering the photos of you and putting them safely back in their file. Jungkook, startled, tries to grab at them and bring them back into his safe possession, but BangPD brings it out of his reach. Bewildered and slightly annoyed, Jungkook almost growls but his CEO could care less.

He's talking animatedly with whoever the hell Jojo is on the other line, and isn't paying much attention to the young maknae. Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek following BangPD with wary eyes.

"Sir..." he tries once again, standing but BangPD shakes his head at him, holding up a finger. Jungkook blinks in shock, trying to ignore the rise of indignation that begins in his chest, and takes a deep breath.

Honestly, what could be happening that he has no right to know about? He's the one who revealed you after all, why shouldn't he know what they're talking about?

"Yes, I need you to resend her application. Yes, I realize that I told you it was unnecessary, but new information has just been provided to me and I realize that I need it." As he scurries around his expansive office, BangPD seems a bit annoyed and even lets out an exasperated but patient sigh. Jungkook has never seen him this way. He's always been so steady, so level-headed. After a moment, BangPD pauses at his desk, hand clenched tightly around the flash drive.

"Jojo," he says serenely, his voice soft and yet fueled with purpose.

"It's her."

There's a moment of silence, one that causes Jungkook to freeze.

Does BangPD know you? If so...then how?

BangPD finally meets Jungkook's eyes with his own. Eyes filled with so much meaning and so much obscurity.

Just what exactly is going through his mind?

"Yes, I'm sure." Jungkook doesn't look away from BangPD, his heart mixed with overwhelming emotion and hope.

"Okay, I'll meet you there." And with that, BangPD hangs up the phone, pocketing it and looking Jungkook's way once more. Holding his breath, he doesn't dare move, afraid BangPD will walk away without so much of an explanation.

"Sir...?" He inquires and BangPD nods almost assuredly, his lips spreading and eyes crinkling into that comforting smile of his.

"Text Bangtan to meet at BigHit tomorrow morning. 7 am, sharp." He instructs before gathering his things and heading to the door. Dumbfounded, Jungkook is frozen as BangPD passes him, but as the click of the door opening sounds, it seems to wake him up and he turns around frantically calling for BangPD to wait.

He pauses, turning around to meet Jungkook's eyes with expectant ones. It takes Jungkook a minute to gather himself, but once he does, he looks at Bang Sihyuk with deep sincerity.

"Sir, why?" He inquires, those doe eyes wide with confusion and speckled with unknown hope. BangPD smiles at the sight, glad that Jungkook isn't all grown up...at least not yet.

"Thought you'd want to be the one to tell them." He says matter of factly before turning once more and heading out the door.

"Tell them what?!" Jungkook calls out hopelessly behind him, not able to see the humored smile that grows on BangPDs face.

"About the new trainee, you discovered." He responds as he walks away, leaving Jungkook in a shocked stupor.

"After all, tomorrow she's going to be the main topic of conversation."

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: someone congratulate me for reaching chapter 20 ;-;

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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fellulahh · 4 years

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The brothers + Diavolo react to an MC who’s skilled, barbaric, and merciless in a fight against some higher demons? She’s usually very happy and bubbly, but when they find her scrapping she is nothing like before! Rage and murder are all that’s in her eyes until the fight is over, then she goes back to being all nice afterwards! Would they spar with her if they had a chance to?

Thank you for the request! I hope it’s okay💙

He catches MC fighting a demon (brothers and Diavolo)

Lucifer:

- His heart is basically in his mouth the entire time he watches MC defend herself against some higher demons. 1. Because she’s Diavolo’s exchange student and 2. Because what if she got hurt and he didn’t do anything?

- He goes to step in but part of him wants to see the outcome, MC was completely relentless and the demons couldn’t seem to put up a fight against her?

- Lucifer’s left a little speechless (surprised pikachu face) because the human he always thought to be sweet and innocent was actually a merciless fighter...and he liked it

Mammon:

- Mammon is completely flabbergasted at first, he’ll just stand there with his mouth wide open as he gawps at MC throwing punch after punch at the demons, not taking a single blow herself

- After getting over the initial shock, Mammon finds himself blushing and before he knows, a huge grin is plastered across his face

- His heart goes absolutely wild, seeing MC be so dominant and ruthless turned him on, he didn’t know what to do with these new emotions! Is there anything that could stop him from falling in love with her now?

Levi:

- he’s super frightened for MC but he can’t help but notice how similar her combat skills are compared to this anime girl in one of the programs he watches

- Levi effectively dies and goes to heaven (we love irony) because seeing MC defend herself and fight these demons is everything the third eldest could ever want. Not only was she cute and adorable, she was ferocious and sexy too!

- He may or may not feel himself getting a little too excited over the sight

Satan:

- Satan knows immediately that MC doesn’t need his help so he allows her to continue fighting by herself

- He studies her very carefully, it wasn’t by chance that she was able to fight off these demons, she was trained to do this level of combat and Satan finds it incredibly endearing

- He almost feels proud of MC? He’d always liked her beforehand but suddenly she seemed so much more enticing to him. Satan rather liked this new side to MC and wondered what other surprises she holds

Asmo:

- Asmo’s first instinct is to fantasise over MC, he thinks she so sexy! He’s completely captivated by her because not only can she be really gentle and cute, she can now be fierce and attractive!

- Even though she’s fighting off some livid demons, Asmo never steps in, he just cheers her on from the sidelines

- “YES MC YOU GET THAT STUPID DEMON!” He calls out to her, gushing over how strong she is

- When she’s finished he sprints up to MC and is all over her, “when were you going to tell me you can fight like that??”

Beel:

- Beel has mixed feelings after discovering MC’s some kind of relentless fighter. Does he worry about her safety? Does he get impressed by how independent she is? Should he help her?

- Wanting to know more about her hidden personality, Beel steps in and helps fend off the last of the demons

- He’s lowkey incredibly impressed and intrigued by her, when they’re done he just stands there breathing heavily as he stares at her

- Although he doesn’t want to see her getting into fights because of her safety, he can’t help but be amazed by her combat skills

Belphie:

- Oh boy this demon is delightfully surprised, it looks like he’s underestimated the human! He’s lowkey thankful MC never had the chance to defend herself when he...you know

- Belphie stands back and allows MC to take out all three demons, not taking his eyes off her as she does so

- His whole mindset on humans changes completely, his opinion that they’re weak never changed after coming out of the attic (I mean technically they are?) but now MC has shat on that opinion

- Lowkey highkey turned on

Diavolo:

- as soon as he sees MC surrounded by the demons, he turns into his demon form and has an absolutely ferocious expression on his face. He was prepared to murder them right there and then

- but before he could even step forward, MC practically threw one of the demons to his feet, making Diavolo’s eyes widen, ‘did she just do that?!’

- Diavolo is absolutely captivated by her strength and combat skills, his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest as he admires the human in front of him

- suddenly he thanked himself for creating the exchange program because it brought him MC

Who’d be likely to fight with her?

Satan -

When he’s angry, Satan needs a way to take out his anger that doesn’t involve destroying the house. Him and MC end up practicing their fighting. He takes out all of his rage whereas she gets to develop her reactions. Hopefully she can always rely on her reflexes though and Satan doesn’t actually hurt her...

Beel -

Beel would probably offer to help MC strengthen her upper body in the gym with him. They both share fighting techniques together and he shares tips on where demons sensitive areas are.

Diavolo -

Diavolo wants his exchange student to flourish so he will give MC everything she wants/needs to practice her combat skills. He may even give her a private class where he’s in his demon form for her👀

Does anyone use her skills to their advantage?

Mammon -

He begins bringing MC along whenever he meets with witches. Mammon knows that should he ever get into trouble with them, she can suddenly jump out and help defend him. She’s like his personal body guard!

Who worries about her the most?

Lucifer -

As enticing as he finds her being some kind of assassin, Lucifer can’t help but fear for MC’s safety. After all, she’s still a human in a demon’s world. He just wants to be able to protect her.

Who’s the most turned on?

Asmo -

Everything about MC is attractive to him. Especially the fact that she’s some sort of fierce warrior. Such a dark horse!

Mammon -

MC has to practically pick his jaw up off the floor after she’s finished fighting. All he can think about is how dominating she can be! His mind goes wild.

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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lovingkaede · 3 years

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Kokichi and his s/o (gender neutral) accidentally proposing at the same time (with lots of fluff and DICE watching from the sidelines pretending they didn't set this up, s/o is good friends with the dice members). Thanks!

I looooove that request omg-- This is soooo wholesome!!! 💓💖💕💗💖💕💗🥺💗🥺💗🥺

💫 Ah, yes, the unofficial member of the DICE, you

💫 Even though you weren’t a part of the prankster team, they didn’t see you less or more as a person

💫 You actually,, understood their passion and sometimes helped them to get away with what they have done. You’re not that innocent ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

💫 And you became the second most respected one.

💫 Sometimes you joined in, too, pranking people were either fun,, :)

💫 And you grew closer with their leader, Kokichi, little devil-

💫 Kokichi liked teasing you, as much as he liked you. The other members thought your flustered face was rather cute.

💫 Kokichi and you always talking about the little crushes you have on each other with them. You want to confess your feelings, but you can’t bring yourself to do it

💫 They shipped you two, it was fun to watch you awkwardly flirt, but members were kind of tired of it. They wanted their ship to sale!! (Can relate)

💫 So they went on with their plan. One of them copied your handwriting and Kokichi’s, they sticked the notes where they’re sure you’ll find

💫 When you first found the note, you were scared?? Why’re you being summoned somewhere at this hour?

💫 But you recognized the handwriting,, so you gave it a shot and decided to meet up with Kokichi. On the other hand, he has also found the note. He first thought it could be a prank, but he trusted you!!

💫 You were so surprised when you first arrived. Snacks and blankets were placed under a tree and the night sky was so bright. Your eyes sparkled as you stared how they twinkled one by one, it was a sight to see.

💫 “Y/n?”

💫 When you look behind you, you see Kokichi. You wave at him. He looks under the tree and a smile appears on his face, “Whoa! Did you prepare this all?!”

💫 “No, I didn’t-”

💫 “That’s so awesome, Y/n! I didn’t know you were such a romantic type.” He walked up to you and stared into your eyes deeply.

💫 You wanted to say you weren’t the one behind all of this, but staring into his shining eyes made you forget. You give him a soft look.

💫 You two are on the top of a hill now and everything around you seems perfect. But who made this all? Well, you don’t seem to mind it.

💫 “The sky is beautiful,” He claims, “Just like someone I know.” He says with a teasing voice. Your eyes roll back as you start to blush not purposelly.

💫 It’s the perfect time... All you need is to tell him... You take a deep breath and just let it all out

💫 “Kokichi, I love you.”

💫 “Y/n... I love you!”

💫 You open your eyes as you hear the voices echoing around. You’re completely red but,, he’s no different than you.

💫 “Eh? You love me?!” He shouts.

💫 “Oh no... I wanted to say it first.” You say, sounding disappointed.

💫 “Aw, man, that sucks... I wanted to be the one to tell it first, too...” He looks down. You know about his mood swings, don’t you? He looks up at you cheerfully, “Anyway! Let’s go cuddle. Can we? Can we? It would be such a waste if we didn’t, right? I don’t want to insult your hard work, Y/n!”

💫 “I didn’t prepare any of this...” You say, as he simply shrugs, “Duh, who cares? Cuddles, cuddles! I’m starting to get cold, Y/n!”

💫 Sigh... You’ve just said something you can’t take back... Well, you love him, that’s what matters now, right?

💫 You nod and get along with it, as you feel him rest his head on your chest. You wrap your hands around him and pull him closer to you.

💫 It was a peaceful moment. You closed your eyes as you felt his warm body pressing against yours. You could only hear him breathe

💫 But him being him, he had to ruin this beautiful moment. “Hey, Y/n, want to hear the story of me scaring the shit out of an exorcist?”

💫 Daily reminder: Don’t date little shits!

💫 As you were having such hard moments dealing with Kokichi’s stories, DICE’s been watching you the whole time

💫 They were happy that their ship finally sailed

💫 They didn’t want to interfere nor you to notice them, so they just left

💫 They did something good today

💫 It’s a win-win

Thank you to everyone reads my works! I gained like +50 followers and it means a lot to me :) Ty, I love you all!!! 💗💓💕💖 Also you can always request your comfort characters!!! I’ll do my best to write them with justice. Alsoooo, give me some fluff. I need fluff ideas! (Character limit is 10 for ones asking)

#kokichi ouma #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa killing harmony #drv3 #anime x reader #kokichi x reader

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nomoregoldfish · 3 years

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I Promised You The Moon rant

Just binged it and this was from the episode by episode reaction/discussion with my partner in crime @glossyboy.

First of all, Oab stole the show, singlehandedly, which he's not supposed to. I don't think anyone expected it including himself. In the very top post when I searched his name on tumblr, he said this lol

But the truth is he played one hell of "villain" that required a very nuanced performance and he delivered it in a believable and graceful manner. Jai became the catalyst of the entire season and his rather complicated relationship with Teh was the highlight of part 2.

EP 1

From the very beginning it's clear that part 2 is very much a Teh's story rather than a balanced story about two young people's journey as a couple in the next chapter of their lives. It makes me uncomfortable they made Oh-aew clingy and pessimistic without giving him any character development.

The best part is probably the opening scene where they went paper-rock-scissors to decide who's gonna buy condoms. It felt authentic, the expectation, the hesitation, the mischievous act, all fits their characters well. Other times ep 1 was more like two adult kids playing house, literally in an empty giant ass upper middle class apartment.

EP 2

It's great that they poked the femininity vs. masculinity issue through Oh-aew, but stopped right there at the surface. Missed a perfect opportunity to go head-to-head with the controversial topic, start a debate, crush the stigma of femininity, bring something new, be a real game changer of the BL genre, and most importantly give Oh-aew some concrete character development. Part 1 showed us a gay character that's very comfortable with his sexuality and femininity, that's almost revolutionary in Asia, not as a comic relief but a leading role. Oh-aew questioned his own sexual identity once in that bra wearing scene, it's straight out of comfort zone, BOLD, and transgressive. So I expected more from part 2.

That's it? And they're already sophomores? Can't believe Oh-aew's character has been marginalized like this. It's pathetic.

But I love the brutally honest conversation at the end where Teh vented his rage and despair regarding his frustration of acting. He was acting like a dick because he's disappointed, and scared. Teh again was not afraid of showing vulnerability, making the reconciliation very realistic and touching.

EP 3

Dare I say I freaking love ep 3! The unresolved (partially sexual, but not entirely) tension between Teh and Jai was over the roof! And the built-up to their kiss was very authentic, which paled Teh and Oh-aew's much sidelined storyline, including the long anticipated sex scene (still can't believe it happened right after Jai explicitly instructed Teh to do it after the two spent a whole night bonding, like wow! Totally TRANSGRESSIVE and to some extent, kinky.) Teh looked up to the senior, idolized him, wanted to be good for him and make him proud, thirsted for the validation from him, which was mixed with affections. The workshop diary was a brilliant idea to let them open up to each other and eventually bring them close. This was what a meaningful arc of a story looked like. By contrast, there isn't a single moment between Oh-aew and Teh in part 2 that made me go "Damn it's soooooo hot!"

I know Jai/Teh wasn't the endgame but I appreciate the storyline so much. It's a very bold move considering it broke the over-glorified "one true love in one's life" fantasy of its target audience, mostly young cis women. The popular narrative of "you can only love one person through your life/one true love" in romance fictions/chick flicks was totally smashed. And it wasn't written just to stir up things between Teh and Oh-aew, it wasn't a silly fling. Instead, it's meaningful, complicated, natural, and realistic, delivered by nuanced and excellent acting from two young actors. It's hilarious that fans hate Jai with a passion and call him names.

And big news, Jai is bi?! Bravo! He's radiating bi vibes since his first appearance.

I kind of gave up at this point, the season wouldn't do Oh-aew any justice. Like my partner in crime pointed out, the costume design literally threw some "incongruous female fashion pieces" on Oh-aew, made him dye his hair red, without...making any actual point of his personality or his character development. Wardrobe was supposed to make a point in storytelling. Yes, PP wearing pink is cute, and? There's nothing else for Oh-aew. Unfortunately he's reduced to this sulky, crying, and wronged partner in a failing relationship.

EP 4

Oab again was killing it. The tension between Jai and Teh...from the rehearsal in front of Oh-aew to the dressing room pep talk, was incredibly intense and hot AF.

Was it a manipulative relationship after all? Oab was so good at conveying a character with many faces. Jai's a mentor to Teh, also a good friend, their relationship was genuine. He's also ambitious with his own goals, he used, challenged, provoked Teh in a way that benefited them both. It made sense the title of part 2, I Promised You The Moon, was from Jai's script. He promised Teh what the junior wanted the most, a bright future in acting. Teh's unconventional and unspoken feelings for Jai was the best part of the entire season in terms of creative writing, it's complicated, fragile, delicate and completely heartbreaking.

The after talk in the hallway was so well-written. It's funny (Teh joking about playwrights always write about their EXs is gold), intimate yet meticulously controlled, no one lashed out or wept. Both knew what they signed up for and Jai particularly made it clear about his motive and the purpose of the "special workshop" beforehand (or right away.) Yet it's no one's fault that Teh got carried away. He's younger, he's immature, he's more into it, it's totally natural. It's so romantic when Teh's singing karaoke in the bar with Oh-aew, yet he couldn't help but desperately staring at Jai on the floor, knowing he and the man who just turned him down were never gonna happen, they were done, but he's still madly attracted to him and his talent. He fancied Jai, at least the idea of Jai, a playwright, a director, someone knew him better than himself. That hurt beautifully.

EP 5

Teh/Oh-aew endgame at this point was pretty meaningless. Oh-aew as a leading character never got any solid character development over a span of four years. What happened between Jai and Teh wasn't just "cheating", though they surely made it look that way, like Teh's empty promise of "I won't see him again after the show ends". No matter how Oh-aew and Teh eventually reconciled, there's no emotional connection, no sparkle anymore between the couple.

But I knew for a fact they had to. Otherwise it's too much of a risk financially for the series. The creators had to take the easy way out like most traditional romances—one of the most contrived and formulaic trope where the male leading character made a mistake (usually cheating) and realized he's wrong, he deeply hurt the female leading character (Oh-aew was merely a girl substitute in part 2), then he completely changed for hell knew what reasons, started doing every nicest thing in the world to try to "win" the female character back. It has been feeding the emotionally-deprived cis female readers/audience who are frustrated with heterosexual relationship irl for decades. The formula that made romance outsell other genres of fictions combined in the 60s and 70s still sells today, under the name of boys' love. It's pathetic to see Oh-aew confess to Bas that he always "lost" to Teh. Love shouldn't be some kind of game or competition, there isn't winner or loser in love. Love is spontaneous. Oh-aew didn't lose because Teh developed feelings for someone else, and he didn't win when Teh begged him for reconciliation. People change, people move on.

And as predicted, they went for it. The ending was so absurd and tedious.

Overall, Jai's probably the hardest villain to play, he needed to be REALLY GOOD to be "the bad guy", to make his role conceivable. Oab absolutely nailed it with his talent and experience. He's not even my type or extremely good looking yet I'm 100% SOLD. I immediately re-watched the scene of him kissing Teh back hungrily at the end of ep 3 like I used to re-watch Teh/Oh-aew's steamy make out session at the end of episode 3 part 1. Coincidence?

I like some parts of both seasons for the same reason, each challenged and tried to break some outdated/contrived narratives in the BL genre. Part 1 took on the sexuality taboo by showing two same sex characters sexually attracted to each other, no more "I'm not into boys, I just happened to fall for someone of the same gender" or "pure love" bullshit. By staying true to the characters' sexuality and actually showing it with explicit, intense (and beautifully shot) scenes, the gay characters were normalized. They weren't just pure and innocent, no one was. And it created two of most unconventional gay characters in Asian pop culture, Oh-aew, a beautiful boy who's very comfortable with his own sexuality and femininity, not passive at all, taking initiative to pursue what he wanted; and Teh, a sensitive, caring and vulnerable boy who cried a lot, he's confused but also sweet and brave.

Part 2 tackled the "You can only love one person through your life" trope with a very nuanced story of "cheating". Yet neither carried out what they started. Part 1 fell short of a revolutionary piece that stayed true to "adolescent sexual turmoil", dismissing bisexuality and becoming a typical unrealistic BL fantasy in the end. And Part 2, ugh, forced a "happy ending" that almost no one digs. I understand it's extremely difficult and risky to disrupt the established norms of a genre. But sometimes being transgressive and progressive could be the same thing. A story, an artwork, has to challenge something in order to create something new and compelling.

#i promise you the moon #i told sunset about you #ipytm #oab oabnithi #billkin #pp krit #rant post #asian lgbtq dramas #lgbtq #i promised you the moon

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daydream-believin · 3 years

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you’ll never have to be alone

summary: you just can’t wait to see your best friend again, but your master has other ideas

a/n: this is such a mess lmao might turn it into an actual fic when i have time. also that last sentence is not a tswift ref i just like that word and if anything it’s a beauty and the beast (2017) ref. but the title is in fact a tswift ref yes

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• you’re just a humble magician’s assistant, doing your best to stay safe and hidden in Arthur’s realm

• your master has just sent you on a trip to into Camelot to get her a few things

• you’re so excited. you’ve never been out of the forest, let alone the big city before and is that a castle???

• while fetching your master’s things, you run into the most beautiful boy

• and i mean run into, like ow your head

• he sees you wince in pain and panics

• he is so sorry pretty person, he did not mean to body check you, here let him fix it with a healing spell he learned last week

• you’re so caught off guard by the magic

• you throw yourself in front of him, and hiss “do you want to get us both executed?!”

• he laughs and assures you it’s okay, he’s the king’s personal sorcerer’s apprentice so the guards won’t pay him any mind

• you’re amazed at your new friend and his freedom but also his cute laugh

• he offers to help you with the rest of your errands to make it up to you, he has the day off after all and he was bored, so why not help out a cute new friend

• soon it’s time for you to start on the journey back to your master, you bid goodbye to Hisirdoux

• he catches you at your cart, stopping you from taking off before you can slip away. he takes your hand

• “please, i just want to make sure i see you again, can we meet overmorrow?”

• you smile “i’m sure i can find some excuse to come back”

• one meeting led to another, and now you two are meeting in the marketplace every free afternoon you both have

• or at least you two make them free, either by getting chores down early, procrastinating, or just straight up lying

• one day your master tells you to pack her bag and grab your cloak, you two were going to camelot to “make an audience with someone who i’d rather i’d never have to talk to again if not for the troubled times” whatever that meant

• you find yourself in the study of Merlin Ambrosious himself. it’s so cozy here, with the paper covered desk and stained glass windows

• you see your crush buddy Hisirdoux and quietly make your way over to him

• you two have a fun litttle conversation while your master waits for Merlin to arrive. it’s so nice to get to see each other again this week.

• your master raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything to you or ask any questions. that’s strange. normally your master wants to know all about your friends. they think you don’t get out enough

• Merlin enters, making a face, and starts to talk business with your master. it was soooo boring and it was all you and Doux could do not to snore. at least all’s going good righ—

• annnnddd now suddenly you and Douxie are on the sidelines of all out shouting match

• 0 to 60 real fast

• so 🙏 turns out your master is Merlin’s ex wife. damn

• whatever they were supposed to be working together on has been thrown out the window, along with any pretense of civility

• so many insults being hurled. hell, you and Douxie’s innocent ears had never heard half of these words they spat at each other

• you and your best friend looked at each other. neither of you would dare try and calm the two master wizards down, lest you get caught in the crosshai— !!!

• oh! apparently words aren’t the only things being thrown oh dear

• your master snatched your arm and pulled you towards the door with force

• “AND DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT LETTING YOUR LITTLE URCHIN NEAR MY SWEET Y/N AGAIN! I KNOW WHAT YOURE TRYING TO DO! I WONT HAVE IT!”

• come again?

• “ONLY IF YOU KEEP YOUR APPRENTICE AWAY FROM MY URCHIN! THEYLL TAINT THE NOBILITY IVE MADE HIM”

• you weren’t even sure what to make of that one

• before you knew it you were back on the cart, camelot drifting farther and farther into the distance

• you could see Hisirdoux, watching you leave from the balcony of the tower, getting smaller and smaller

• well, if your master thinks she can keep you away from him she’d have to try a little harder. it’s not like she could stop you from going to the market

• she turns to you as if reading your thoughts “i don’t want you going to the marketplace alone anymore, i’ll have to come with you now.”

• okay so maybe she could

• a few weeks pass, and you are dying to see Douxie just one last time

• it was like you were mad. all you can think about is trying to find ways that you might be able to get back to him

• you were cleaning out the donkey’s stall when a bird landed on the post near your head

• or at least you had thought it was a bird. looking up, you discovered that it was in fact a small dragon

• a dragon with a scroll in it’s mouth. he motioned for you to take it

• you gingerly took the slightly damp scroll and unfurled it

• well well well, it looks like mr. casperan has been thinking about you too

• the scroll urged you to sneak out as soon as your master fell asleep and meet him where else, but your regular rendezvous spot at the market place

• the dragon then burnt the message while it was still in your hands. smart? you guessed? you supposed this was to make sure your master didn’t find the note but was burning it really necessary

• needless to say it was a no brainer, and you were out of the house by your master’s first snore

• you had your cloak drawn over your head. it wasn’t hard to find Hisirdoux in the night market. he may have also had his hood up, but he was right where you always met, standing awkwardly in a very Douxie fashion

• you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, and he about jumped out of his skin

• and then he was immediately enveloping you into a bone-crushing hug

• you two have some fun walking around the night market, never letting go of each other’s hands. Douxie’s face is highlighted so perfectly in the orange light of the torches and cooking fires. you can feel the heat on your own face

• you two stayed around for as long as you could, talking about everything and nothing, but even night markets sleep eventually.

• as you lament to Douxie about having to go back home when all you want to do was have a little more time with him, he stares at you intensely. he could feel his palm sweating while clasped in yours. he took a deep breath

• “we should run away”

• ... “run away?” “just you and me. then we can stay together. even for only a little while. if you want”

• “lets do it”

• and so you were off to who knows where on the back of a horse Hisirdoux most likely stole. or at least skipped getting permission to use it. there was no destination in mind, just to get far away fast. none of that mattered though, as you cling to Douxie’s back in your getaway. he wasn’t very good at it, but at least you were getting somewhere

• you got lost pretty fast

• but no matter, anywhere with Douxie was better than being lonely up in your room

• the sun was just starting to rise when you two finally stopped

• the sunrise coming up over the cliff is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. you look over at Douxie and reconsider. the sunrise is the second most gorgeous

• you two are very sleepy, having stayed up all night, and you crash lying in the meadow grass, locked in each others arms

• but your sweet slumber does not last long

• you are awoken to the sound of your name being said very angrily

• you and Doux scramble to sit up. you two are face to face with two furious master wizards

• “YOU STOLE A HORSE?!”

• needless to say your master rarely lets you out of her watchful eyes nowadays. it was worth it.

• your master was summoned to help with the cause at the battle of Kilahead. apparently they were short on forces for some reason. that reason being that they were all dead. you dred having to join the fight but follow your master nonetheless

• maybe the universe just wanted to give you one last treat before you left the plain of existence, but there was your beloved Douxie, all geared up for the fight

• your master ordered you to stay with the main fight to do your best in healing the knights while she went off to who knows where. which was fine with you. now you could be by Douxie’s side

• fast forward and suddenly your master is gone. who knows what happened to her. definitely not you. Hisirdoux’s master is out cold and will be for centuries.

• as devestated as you both are at being without your beloved mentors for deya knows how long, there is a brightside

• now you can stay with each other for as long as you two liked

• and you did

• for almost a millenia

• and will for evermore

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie imagine #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #tales of arcadia #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux imagine #my writing

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vermillioncrown · 3 years

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ooo a nyy transmigration! that sounds very interesting!

i.. i had to take a breather bro...

z!nyy is like ‘wow! this is the first time i’m... cute. objectively, really cute.’

... >:3

no, no. i’m operating on pidw-level meta, not svsss-level bc that would literally be watching from the sidelines and picking your nose. so learning is actually interesting and fun, she’s not standing for that bullying crap but is less... ditzy about it. very sly. may not be the boss of the disciples on the peak, but she knows everything and lets everyone forget it

(fun fact, the supervisors have just realized that i’m the person who knows all the noes in my lab bc it’s not my fault that i have friends in every project and every division and they like complaining to me bc they enjoy the performance i put on to mock the subjects of their complaints)

anyways, sj!sqq adores her, but with his complexes, he’s upset that’s she’s much more mature than before (ruins the innocence he feels like looking back at qiu haitang) and she only knows what she’s read in PIDW so it’s just... heartbreaking on SJ!SQQ’s part that NYY is distancing herself, and Z!NYY is living in sheer terror at this end.

Meeting LBH also grosses her out bc on one hand, sad shidi! needs to become his pillar of support, the System declares!

No! I’m not gonna get wifed! z!nyy yells back

her punishment protocols are not gory, but terrifying all the same. in fact, she’d rather mindnumbing gore than the fucking endless hallways of the merged realm palace, buxom women with soulless eyes and stepford smiles walking after her, pining her down, cajoling her into ‘doing her duty’ with her husband. feeling her self and consciousness being drained out as ... yeah. as it happens.

so she tries to keep her distance but still is nice. tries to be professional, and not too warm.

Ends up spending a lot of time on other peaks, meets lmy.

and then the plot goes to shit when sy transmigrates

(because she’s a disciple and not a peak lord, she never has the opportunity to catch either sqq or sqh as transmigrators until much later, pre implosion death. but she’s really really fucking sus, especially after the immortal alliance conference)

and while that’s happening and the realm is going to shit, z!nyy is colluding with lmy and shl to try and get both realms under control since lbh has let it go sideways as he’s committing soft necro for five years

and because it’s not svsss without sexy stuff, bc she got to know lmy and shl as actual people and they are truly the only ones she feels comfortable around, it’s a lesbian ménage à trois

hmm. how z!nyy and the two bros meet as transmigrators.

while sqq and sqh are colluding to avoid death, they kinda... let slip. so she looks at the schedules. knows when sqq and sqh are meeting next. she catches sqh before sqq arrives, and pretends to be doused in some fake papapa sex pollen bs, and ‘oh, shishu, begging shishu’s guidance to help this yingying~’ because making fun of cheesy hentai-esque dialogue is infinitely more entertaining than watching it straight. lets her obscenely short ‘uniform’ do its thang

sqh stutters out a ‘z-zett-tai ryouiki s-school girl attack’

z!nyy: i knew it, you fucking NEET slime

sqh: (surprised pikachu face)

sqq walks in and sees the situation but didn’t hear the words and “airpla- Shang Qinghua you degenerate-” and death match wrestles sqh away from z!nyy

who sits and watches until she counts an adequate amount of blows on sqh’s head before she gets their attention and admits the truth.

z!nyy is supposed to hold qing jing together while sy!sqq fakes his death, but no one foresaw the rest of sv.

#Anonymous #inquiry #zyx au's #svzyx #im gonna take a rest my guy

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pa-panda-heroes · 4 years

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LOV with reader who cries easily? Like, not when it comes to murder, but she’ll be reading a book or watching a movie and burst into tears when a character is sad. Or she’ll see someone else sad and join them?

Ooooo sure thing, dearie! :> also it’s okay I love that you’re spamming me! ^^

~🐼

LoV with reader who cries easily!

Tomura:

This poor boy won’t know what to do!

Obviously he’s seen people cry before, but he’s not the type to really know what to do when someone cries. Same, shiggy So he won’t really do anything to comfort you.

Maybe he’ll just give you the side-eye the first time he’s around when it happens, wondering “what the hell, y/n?” because you’re obviously not in danger or anything. And when he realizes what you’re crying about, he’s really confused. How could something that’s not real like a movie make you cry?

He’s not gonna coddle you, but he’s not against letting you cry into his shirt or hold onto him. He might not reciprocate, he might. Depends on what kind of day he’s had and whether or not he’s feeling cuddly.

He thinks it’s cute that you’re so empathetic, maybe even admires it, and so he’ll secretly enjoy seeing it. Not that he likes seeing you sad or upset! It’s nice for him to have someone around who knows a thing or two about empathy or sympathy. It makes him feel a little normal.

Naturally, he’s going to be a little wary. Oftentimes he’s going to feel like it’s pity rather than empathy or sympathy if it’s directed at him. He wants someone to understand and love him, not pity and feel sorry for him! Even if that’s not the case, he’ll still often read it that way.

Most importantly, since you’re part of the League, he can’t let it get the better of you, so he’ll be really picky what kinds of missions he sends you on.

Obviously he’s not going to join you in your waterwork antics, but he’s not going to stop you either. So long as you’re quiet. He can’t have you wailing in the middle of something important...

Mr. Compress:

It’s going to catch him off guard, but not in the same way as Tomura.

As someone who’s keen in the entertainment department, he’s going to internally wonder if it’s an act at first. Perhaps you cry so that the League will underestimate you and not be hostile towards you. Perhaps you cry so they think you’re a sobbing fool but are actually stronger than all of them. He doesn’t know.

But when he realizes that’s how you are, it’s surprising for him to see raw emotion (or emotion regarded as weak or vulnerable) like that amongst someone in the League. It doesn’t bother him at all, and he’ll at least try to cheer you up.

100% will pull a water bottle out of nowhere to give you because “honey, you’re going to dehydrate yourself at this rate!” And he can’t let that happen.

This man won’t hesitate to pull out tricks and jokes that’ll get you crying from laughter instead of sadness.

If that fails, he’ll probably rub your back and let you ride through it, nodding and humming in acknowledgement if you tell him about what made you cry.

Mr. will make sure you’re okay before leaving or splitting off from you if you’re on a mission, but if time is of the essence, he won’t try very long to cheer you up. You matter to him, but he’s still serious about being in the League.

He’ll think it’s sweet you have such a big heart, and unlike Tomura, he’ll outright tell you, maybe patting your head or taking his mask off to smile at you.

Twice:

You can be damn sure this man is going to cry with you. We all know he has a lot of heart, and no matter how badly his trauma starts up, he’s going to be spilling waterworks alongside you. That’s inherently who he is.

He’s very similar in respect to seeing someone else cry and crying at them, so most of his crying with you is his crying for you, in a way. If he sees you cry, he’ll instantly cry!

Most of the time Twice is going to be too busy shedding tears with you to really comfort you, although he’ll offer some words of encouragement and try to.

If it’s not affecting him as much as it is affecting you, he’ll run for water to give you and possibly a little trinket that’ll lift your mood. Maybe he’ll grab a sugary treat, if it’s included in your normal diet and appreciated by your palate, but he’ll find something else that’s not sugary if you’re diabetic or whatnot.

Suuuper relieved there’s another crier in the League. If something gets him going, he’ll show it to you and you can cry together! I can also see Twice as a happy crier, so he’ll show you whatever made him happy whether or not you happy cry, too. But it’ll make him really happy if you enjoy it with him!

He actually doesn’t like seeing you sad. It’s kind of painful for him to watch, so he looks forward to happy crying with you the most.

If you’re still crying by the time he’s moved on, he’ll sit with you and help you ride out your tears, but I think it’ll be hard for him to think of what to say, so he’ll mostly make cheesy or bad jokes to try.

If you cry more often than usual in a day, he’ll take the reigns and steer you away from anything potentially tear-inducing because he’ll get worried about you. Is there something in particular that’s made you more sensitive? Are you overloaded and stressed from being in the League? Are you okay? He’ll be almost frantic if you cry too much.

Himiko:

Himiko will find it adorable and enjoy seeing you cry way too much. If she feels like it, she’ll show you something to make you cry!

She relishes in your crying face, grinning like a cheshire cat with flushed cheeks as her eyes dance across the tear stains on your cheeks and the reddening sclera of your eyes.

She might mock-cry with you - not to mock you but so that you don’t feel alone in your salty antics. You’re important to her and she’s going so show it in ways like that, to show you she’s right there with you. Even if it’s odd for her to do so.

This girl wouldn’t dare make fun of you for being a “softie” or so open to vulnerability and hell hath no fury like Himiko if someone else does. She won’t hesitate to cut a bitch for making fun of you!

Even if you’re in public and someone glares at you or looks at you funnily, it’ll rile her up and she’ll send a terrifying glare their way.

Her use of pet names will increase tenfold while you’re crying, almost like a loving partner trying to console you - but she’s not. She loves seeing you like that, so she wants to coddle you.

She’ll likely latch onto in any way possible when you start up and cling onto you.

Himiko won’t encourage hydration, but if you ask for it almost every time you cry, she’ll put two and two together and start carrying water with her to give you. Hey, that blood-sucking contraption is good for something!

Dabi:

He’s not going to be so nice. He can be a teasing bastard - rather, he is one.

He won’t coddle you and he’ll tease the hell out of you. “Aw, y/n. What could possibly have you cryin’ now? I thought you quit for the fifth time just a few minutes ago!” Sometimes he’ll come off as downright mean, but he doesn’t mean it that way.

He does think it’s cute, though. To see someone become so vulnerable so easily reminds him how much you stand out from the League. It seems innocent to him.

Don’t expect him to get cuddly while you cry like Tomura or Himiko, he won’t have any of it. He’ll tolerate your crying, obviously, because he cares about you. And unless you’re extremely upset and alone with him, he won’t try to comfort you and build a damn for those waterworks of yours.

He certainly won’t join you, either. He literally can’t even if he wanted to, and it’s just not easy to make him cry.

If your eyes get dry and irritated from crying, you can bet he’ll pass eye drops to you. His tear ducts are burnt, he’s going to have some sort of drops or eye lubricant on him pretty much at all times.

He wouldn’t offer water; instead, I think he’d hand you liquor to get you to calm down and relax if it was on-hand. Does drowning your sorrows in alcohol solve the problem? No. Is it unhealthy? Yes. Does Dabi know all this? Yes!

In all, he’s not gonna downright complain about it, but he’s not really going to do much to stop it. Unless someone made you cry. In which case, he’ll cremate them on the spot.

Spinner:

Already he’s going to want to protect you to prove himself, but if you cry that easily he’ll become really protective!

Ain’t nobody gonna make his s/o cry on purpose. Spinner may not have a destructive quirk like Tomura’s or Dabi’s, but he can hold his own in a fight, and he’s going to prove it if someone upsets you intentionally.

But if he sees you crying at a movie or book, he’ll think it’s precious and he’s 100% gonna flip a switch and be there to comfort you. But that doesn’t mean he’s good at it!

He’ll be flustered because he doesn’t entirely know what to do. He can offer sweet words and gentle pats and rubs, but what else? He’ll up and run for anything you ask for, no matter the time. Tissues? Got it. Water? Okay. A stuffed animal? Here- why didn’t you say so earlier?!

Spinner will probably coddle up to you first, instead of the other way around. He doesn’t want to see you sad and bummed out, so he gets the urge to hold you.

But if you manage to catch him off guard and latch on first, it’ll fluster him and he’ll be a stuttering mess.

It’s not easy for him to be sweet and caring in front of the League because he’s afraid they won’t take him seriously, so when you’re crying in front of them, he’ll try to usher you to the sidelines and calm you down quietly.

He’s happy that his s/o is so empathetic. It gives him a sense of normalcy within the League, and he’s not complaining.

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shortie-babe · 3 years

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Luke’s Fudging Baking

Luke x reader (fluff of course because i'm not making lemon on him. I see him as a little brother or my kid so no. deal with it ;P) but also solomon x reader and mammon x reader

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It was just a normal day in the devil dom, the lower level devils are screaming. Asmo is trying to get someone in bed..ahhh a beautiful day. So relaxing...yup so relaxing..i mean you weren't allowed to go out on your own because you’re a “weak” human..

I mean yeah, you were weak but they didn't need to say it like an insult though! Anyway they assigned the oh so great mammon to watch over you. All you wanted to do was get some sweets. You’ve always had a humongous sweet tooth and ran out of sweets in your secret stash.

That would upset you a lot but what upset you more was Mammon's constant nagging!

“Ughhh, why do I have to go along with some human! And to get sweets of all things! Shouldn’t beelzebub accompany you! I mean this would seem to be something he’d enjoy!” he says obviously annoyed but you couldn't care less. You just wanted your sweets..

“I already discussed with you that beel had practice. Trust me i’d rather him be with me then you.” you say in an obviously sarcastic tone.

“H-hey?! What's that supposed to mean?! You, a puny human should be grateful the great mammon is even accompanying you!” he says with a pout.

You giggle. “You goofball! I was being sarcastic! Of course I'm grateful to have you walking with me! I wouldn't have it anyother way!” you say with a big smile. Hoping it’ll shut him up, Of course you meant what you said but you just wanna shut him up at this point.

“i-i ..well! Of course you are grateful to have me! I’m the second strongest after all, so of course i’m not gonna let any low rank demon touch whats mi-..you human!” a slight blush goes to his face his hand starts to go to yours wanting to hold your hand.

But the second he’s close to holding your hand you see luke! Luke’s like your little buddy! Like your little brother! Of course you're gonna get freaked out excited and run to him!

“Luke!” you say with euphoria in your voice!

You pounce him raping your arms around he’s to hug him. Not seeing him for a couple of days really made you a bit upset. I mean you could call yourself clingy but you saw Luke as a little brother! You saw Luke as your little brother.

Even though he's way older then you..But still he’s your little brother! And all you wanted to do was protect him..even though he’s probably way stronger than you. And most of the time it would be him trying to protect you even though he's scared of demons.

Which makes you happy that he does that but you also help out in those situations. You two are inseparable. And of course it makes the brothers jealous and you know it does and get a kick out of it sometimes.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here?” Luke says with curiosity in his voice hugging you back. He looks at mammon and sticks his tongue out mockingly. Of course he gets pissed!

“I ran out of sweets, so I went out to buy some.” you say with a little pout

“ oh! Well how about you come to the purgatory hall and we can bake together?” Luke says with excitement in his voice. You look like you have sparkles in your eyes.

“Come on let's go y/n. We have to go back home-” mammon says before getting cut off by you

“No way! I wanna go bake with my lukey!” you say while holding luke tighter.

“Y-your lukey?! What?!” mammon says with full confusion and annoyance in his voice.

“He’s like a little brother to me okay! Now i’m going with luke tell lucifer that i'll be back later!” you start to walk off but you look back at mammon and blow him a kiss then wave him bye. And he blushes at that of course!

...Time skip like a couple minutes…

You and luke made it to the purgatory hall with only a couple of demons trying to eat you but you and luke handled it..you two just ran..BUT you made it in one piece and in the kitchen! You two had cute little aprons on, and yours had cute little bunnies on it! I mean you came over a lot to bake with luke so you had your own at the purgatory hall!

You clap your hands “okay, so what are we gonna make today?” you say as you get the cookbook and skim through the pages.

“Ooo! Ooo! Why don't we make a strawberry shortcake? It looks really yummy!” Luke says like a kid in a candy store.

You go to the page that tells you how to make a strawberry shortcake. “Oooo, it does look yummy!” you say almost drooling.

...time skip…

You two get out the ingredients and put them on the counter. “Okay we got 3 eggs, plain flour, sugar, unsalted butter, milk, whipping cream, water, and of course the bowls!” you say smiling not knowing solomon comes in through the front door.

“Yup, all i have to do is find the measuring cups then we can start working on it!” Luke says going to search through cabinets. You haven't been this calm for a while, it’s definitely not calm in the human world..maybe that's why you like being in the devildom so much? I mean with the brothers it's not always calm but they make up for it..they're really good to you despite being literal demons. But you never really saw them as that.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear Solomon walk into the kitchen. He walks towards you, You had your back to him. He gets close to you, Then wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest and puts his chin against your shoulder. You let out a yelp not loud enough that Luke hears it but loud enough to earn a mischievous smirk from solomon.

“S-solomon! I told you to not startle me like that!” you whisper with a hmph. Not wanting to startle Luke.

“I couldn't help it. You looked so calm and cozy...and I wanted to spook you.” Solomon whispers with a mischievous smirk but with tiredness in his voice. You turn around still in his arms and cup his face in your hands.

“You were out with asmodeus weren't you? I mean there's nothing wrong with that, just sometimes you get exhausted more easily..i mean you may be an annoying trickster sometimes but i still care for you.” you say with worry but try to hide it with some anger. It didn't work but it was worth a try.

Solomon puts his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes. “ you worry to much, and yeah I was.” he says with a laugh that was a little louder than intended. Which alerted Luke and made him jump up and look at you guys. He got a little mad.

“Hey, get your dirty hands off of y/n!” Luke says while pulling at your sleeve. And Solomon gets his hands off of you and puts them up with a smile and a wink. Which leaves you blushing a little bit.

“Listen y/n! Solomon isn't a good influence or person! So if he tries anything just push him away, okay?” Luke says trying to get reassurance.

“Hehe okay Luke!” you giggle and pat his head. Solomon lets out a small chuckle.

...time skip…

You and Luke were finished all you had to do was put it in the oven. Solomon interrupted, sometimes asking if he could help, But Luke was still a little mad and would say “no! Your cooking sucks! You'll destroy y/n’s works!”. Solomon would always fake being hurt by the words but he couldn't care less. Solomon never left the kitchen; he always stayed somewhat close to you. Which makes Luke upset and makes you blush a little. Solomon would sometimes grazes a finger across your skin, Which would make you turn beet red and Solomon would obviously get a kick out of it. That teasing bastard…

...time skip…

Finally, it was done cooking! All you needed to do was taste test it. Luke got the first taste and he said it was delicious; which makes you want to try it more!

“Go on y/n, grab a spoon and have a taste!” Luke says excitedly while licking his lips. You go to grab a spoon but Solomon snatches it from you.

“S-solomon?! Hey! That was the last spoon!” you say with a pout while Solomon picks up some of the strawberry shortcake on the spoon. He grabs your chin gently and lifts your head up a bit. You turn a bright red. Luke is pouting, not liking how Solomon is touching you.

“Say aaaah~” Solomon says seductively with a wink which flusters you more.

“A-ahhh..” you open your mouth and Solomon feeds you..it was delicious but someone having Solomon do that made it taste better..

“See, that wasn't so bad.” he says with a chuckle and pats your head. You shake your head.

“ okay, Solomon that's enou-” Luke tries to complain but gets cut off by solomon.

“ hey y/n, why don't you stay over tonight?” Solomon says with a gentle smile.

“What?” you say confused. I mean yeah you would come to the purgatory hall to bake with luke and sometimes practice magic with solomon and just hang out with simeon; But you never spent the night..how would it even go?

“Come on y/n! It can be a little slumber party I guess. I mean I'm sure Luke would love to have a slumber party!” solomon says with an innocent smile..you knew not to trust that smile but before you could think about it Luke grabs your sleeve.

“Yes please! Can we please have a slumber party! We can do all sorts of fun stuff like watch movies, play truth or dare, tell stories!” Luke says with sparkles in his eyes..He knew just how to get you to say yes..How could you say no now?! You may get in trouble with lucifer but oh well! This is for your lukey!

You sigh but give a smile “Sure, let's have a sleepover!”.

“Yaaaaay!!” Luke starts jumping around, and clapping. While Solomon is on the sidelines smiling.

“I just have to message Lucifer and tell him i'm staying over..” you say with worry not knowing how he's gonna react. Is he gonna make you go back to the House of Lamentation? Is he gonna let you stay? Will he get mad? You can't tell with lucifer sometimes..

“Okay! I'll go tell simeon and we can get everything ready!” Luke says running to find Simeon. The kid is honestly super excited!

What will happen with the sleepover? Well you’ll have to find out next time! Oooon~.

Nah, im actually gonna start working on this. Just feel like this one is going on for long!

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eight]

Warnings: smut in the beginning (18+), male receiving oral not crucial to the story, lil praise kink, language, cuteness, a little bit if good old parental fighting but its light hearted, talk of previous relationships

Word Count: 6,164

Author's Note: So this chapter doesn't involve actual Christmas, and I think I'll just kinda brief over it in nine, but I do enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys do too. Lemme know and add yourself to my taglist if you enjoy :)

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Everything played out in Tom's favor Sunday morning when it came to his golf match. Not only did Ivey get you out of bed as promised to both you and Tom, but she punctuated it with coffee and drove to the golf course. Tom caught your eye a few times on the sideline as he waited for the other players to make their shots. Just like that day you watched his first match, it was dreary, cold and drizzly and you honestly, couldn't wait to get in someone's car to warm up. What's different and breaks the deja vu feeling is that rather than Harrison winning Medalist, its Tom, the usual round of golf claps going around the small crowd, congratulations thrown his way from all directions as he walks the line towards you.

You both remember what you told him you'd do if he did good in the match and he held up his end of the bargain, it's only fair you do the same. He smiles as he stands just before you,

"Hey." You smile back up at him, nudging his chest with your shoulder,

"Hey stud. Good job." He chuckles cockily as you launch yourself into his arms, your own bound around his neck as you lean in to kiss him and he holds you around the waist,

"I'm so goddamn proud of you baby." You tell him, peppering his face and throat in kisses. His chest rumbles, arms setting you back on your feet as Ivey and Harrison approach. Harrison bro hugs him as Ivey congratulates him and he suavely thanks her, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your roommate diverts her attention to you,

"So are you guys joining us for breakfast at the diner?" She poses expectantly. You glance up as Tom clicks his tongue, his eyebrows raised as he looks down at you before he bites his lip,

"Think Y/N has another breakfast plan in mind." He jokes, laughing and rubbing his pec after you punch him, a whine slipping from his lips as you turn your attention back to your royally confused, yet amused friends, a heat creeping from deep within your body as you attempt to explain to him,

"He and I... w-when THAT happened at the club the other night... I promised him a uhh, a victory blowjob if he did good during the match today." Your cheeks burn bright red, Tom's bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he smiles down at your flushed self and Harrison and Ivey somewhat awkwardly confirm the information. She smiles,

"Well... good luck. I see that you're starting to adapt to the whole, dating a British frat boy and all like I have. If you guys... get done or whatever, you know where to find us." Before the situation gets any more awkward, she turns and leads Harrison to her car as you sigh and walk from under Tom's arm, listening to your childish boyfriend's laughter as he follows you towards the notorious SUV he dons,

"Was I wrong?"

"No, but you didn't have to say it like that. It's embarrassing, admitting I'm blowing my boyfriend for the first time no matter how comfortable I am with the person." You lecture, Tom's body suddenly the smallest bit heavy as he realizes you're actually upset. He jumps to take your hand, pulling you back into him as the guilt weighs heavy,

"M'sorry, I didn't know you were so upset about it. I really am sorry, I-I didn't mean to... embarrass you or anything. I thought it'd be funny to crack the joke." He admits, genuineness set in the coffee colored eyes that dart between your own. You nod after a moment of staring up at him, licking your lips as you lean against his car,

"Its okay." You mutter softly, pulling open your door when he unlocks it. His eyes are trained on the road as he drives, letting you stroke up and down his bare arm, one of the first times you're seeing his arms not covered by a sweater or long sleeve shirt. He enjoys the contact and so do you, driving along the one lane road until he pulls into the usual dirt lot, previous tire tracks from his car prevalent in the path. He leaves the car running, turning to look at you,

"You know you don't have to right? I mean... this is your choice but I don't want you to feel pressured because I ate you out the other night." He reasons. You smile and nod,

"I know, I want to though." You reassure. He nods in return before watching you clamber into the backseat again, sitting off to the side as he reaches across and slides the passenger seat all the way forward, climbing into the backseat with you and doing the same to the driver's side seat, allowing for more room for the both of you. You smile down at him as he climbs back into the bench seating, swallowing as you climb into his lap, your crotch rested over his as you lean in to kiss him. Your fingers thread through his hair like they always do, Tom sighing at the feeling as he wraps his arms around you. You run your hands down his arms, slipping your hands between you to tug at the hem of his polo. He allows you to pull it off and over his head, his hands pulling at the hem of your own shirt to tug it off, Your hands rest on his bare shoulders for a moment as you move back against his growing erection, his hands riding to your lower back, his lashes fluttering as he stares up at you,

"Baby-"

"Shh." You quiet, holding the back of his neck as you kiss him again, hand slipping down into the waistband of his pants and boxers. He hisses, his breath caught in his throat as you stroke him, his skin soft despite the throbbing of his length,

"Fuck... darling..." He spits out, hands rested over your butt as you stroke him, your tongue caught between your teeth as you smile,

"So hard baby boy, do you get this hard just looking at me?"

"God you are so cocky, what happened to you? Give you just a taste of sex and you go fucking crazy with it you little vixen." He growls, reaching out to swat your butt sharply. You narrow your eyes,

"But you love it. You're fucking throbbing in my hand Thomas, tell me you don't like me calling you baby boy and jerking you off, I dare you."

"Fuck that, I fucking love it." He pants, trying to hold onto you before you slip down to your knees between his legs, letting him push his pants and boxers down, cock springing free in all of its glory. You hum, having ditched your own jeans just for the hell of it and lean in on his thighs, hands roaming up across his hips. You trace the delicate v-line he sports with your finger until your hand wraps around his thick shaft, pumping it just like you did before, watching his skin wrinkle and straighten out, His tip leaks pre-cum out across the skin of your hand before you lean in to lap it up, Tom sucking in a deep breath as you run your tongue over his tip, humming to yourself at the velvety feel of him and the taste, salty yet sweet. He drapes his arm over the back of the seats his hand placed over his thigh as he watches you lick up the underside of his shaft, your eyes sparkling up at him.

He hums, tilting his head to watch you, lips pursed as you run your hands across his chest and stomach, mouth dipping around his cock. The warmth sends goosebumps across his body, his head tipping back over the back of the seats. He groans, cock twitching in your mouth as you gently bob your head, one of your hands now resting on his thigh, rubbing across the cream colored skin,

"Fuck darling, it's been forever since I've gotten a blowjob and your mouth ... feels... fucking fantastic." He groans, reaching down after a moment to gather your hair in his hand. You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks as you pick up the pace just the smallest bit, a loud, pleased noise leaving his throat. You smile, letting him press on the back of your head, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat. You gag, a grunt slipping from Tom's lips as his hips involuntarily buck up into your face. You gag again, hand pressed to his hip as your nose nudges his pubic bone.

He's set to apologize, releasing the hard grip in your hair before you grab hold of his thigh, tugging on it as if to urge him on to do it again. His eyebrows furrow as you pull up, taking a breath and you raise your own eyebrow,

"What?"

"Did you... did you like that?" He poses, amusement present in his voice. Your eyebrow rises again,

"What, having your dick forced down my throat? Course I do. Its sexy as fuck and... I'm fucking in love with all of you hot stuff." You purr, stroking him as you stand just the smallest bit to kiss him. He smiles into you, holding the back of your neck, even as you draw back and stare up at him, his nose nudging along yours,

"The hell are you doin to me woman?" He asks softly, listening to you giggle as you kneel between his legs again, licking your lips before shrugging,

"Nothing you don't enjoy." You mutter before taking him back into your mouth. He lays his head back against the seats again, reaching down to guide you along with a much more gentle push on the back of your head. He watches you, raising his hips a few more times to watch you gag, your eyes diverting up to him, innocence laced in them that drives Tom insane. He grunts, gathering your hair up to guide you along, your tongue stuck out around him as he forces your head down, saliva dribbling down around him. You reach up as he releases you, fondling his balls as you raise your head to catch your breath, lapping up your own saliva just to clean him up a little,

"Look at you baby. Such a good girl." He coos, watching your face change. He knows the look too, he's the same way, loving the praise from a partner. And he can tell that even though you've never talked about a bad relationship, the praise he gives is something you want, something you crave and of course he plans to keep doing it. Your lashes flutter as you suck at his tip,

"Gonna cum for me?" You ask softly. He nods,

"Course. And if you want, I'll cum down that pretty little throat." You smile, nodding and letting hair fall into your face,

"I want you to. That'd be so sexy." You reply, having never looked more beautiful to Tom than in this moment. As you take him back into your mouth, hands placed over his thighs, he reaches behind you to unclip your bra, dragging it down your arms and tossing it aside to feel your breasts. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, a small moan slipping from between your lips as he watches you, guiding you with one hand and palming your breast in the other,

"You're doing so good baby. That feels real fuckin good. Bet you're soaked too huh?" You hum, nodding and staring up at him as you suck more and more of him into your mouth. You bob your head rather quickly, Tom scooting forward, gagging you with each movement before he takes hold of your hair, jolting his hips forward. Your lower back presses to the base of the center console, your hands pressed to his thighs as you gag and slurp around him, his tip poking into the back of your throat. He loves the noises that come from you as the coil in his belly grows nearer and nearer to snapping as you let him fuck your face. He groans,

"Fuck darling, m'gonna cum. You want me to cum?" You manage to nod around him, eyes locked in his as he continues before his back arches just the smallest bit, his head falling back as he spills into your mouth with a long winded moan. You swallow a few strands of it before he draws back, watching you close your mouth, his tongue caught between his teeth,

"Gonna swallow all that for me pretty girl?" He purrs. You nod before you give one last swallow and Tom hums,

"God you're gorgeous. C'mere pretty girl." You crawl into his lap, his lips meeting yours in an instant as you straddle him. He holds one of your cheeks, your chest pressed to his as you kiss. He reaches up, stroking your hair down against the sides of your face, your fingers threaded through his hair after a moment. When he pulls back, he smiles, letting you lay your head against his shoulder with a sigh,

"Good, now I feel less bad about you not getting any sex from me. You did." He chuckles and nods,

"That I did. Like I said, I didn't need it but I am glad that I got it. That was good." He tells you, tucking hair behind your ear. He smiles, pecking your lips once more before he sighs and wraps his arms around you, laying his head against yours as your eyes close. His fingers trail up your back, body slack beneath you,

"Can't wait for my girls to finally meet." He mutters. You smile, kissing his neck,

"What, me and your mom?"

"You to meet my mum and my puppy. If my dog likes you, you stay." He cracks. You giggle along with him, snuggling down into him,

"Oh really?" He nods,

"Hell yeah." You share another laugh as Tom fishes a blanket from his hatch area, wrapping it around the both of you so you can sit comfortably for a little while.

---

Approximately nine hours and twenty minutes in an airplane could be a good idea. That is of course if the airplane is only populated by you and Tom and not screaming, crying children who kick the back of your seats and thoroughly make Tom rethink his claims about having kids someday. Of course, his tight grip on your hand that, over time gets tighter until he realizes he's breaking it and let's up just a little bit and his gentle kisses when he wants to pay you some attention after you haven't talked or such in a while and his head against your shoulder or yours against his when you take one of the few naps, interrupted by said children that make Tom want to give himself a vasectomy, is nice. The only thing that changes his mind just the smallest bit about babies is the way his heart melts when he sees a woman, only a few years older than the both of you, cradling a small boy to her in an attempt to get him to sleep, wild brown curls atop his head and piercing blue eyes similar to Harrison's staring up at him sleepily as he suckles at a pacifier. He's clad in a blue and orange planet footed onesie and once he realizes he has Tom's full, undivided attention as he heads back to you from the bathroom, a small, pudgy hand reaches out to grasp the air in a wave and Tom's knees nearly give out. He and the mother share a kind, loving smile as he passes, whispering a soft greeting to the her and the baby boy before he slides into his seat beside you, his hand sliding into yours and he squeezes. You giggle,

"What?" He shakes his head,

"Nothing I just, I saw a cute baby coming back from the bathroom and for the first time during this whole flight it didn't make me wanna chop my balls off." He jokes. You snicker again quietly for the sake of those asleep around you on the plane, especially now that most of the screaming monsters have worn themselves out and you really don't want to poke the bear. You rub your thumb over his knuckles, eyes closing again and with how peaceful and warm the cab is as you fly over New York, lights twinkling far below, he knows that you're asleep in seconds, letting you rest your head against his shoulder and trying his best to lean in and kiss your temple when he starts to miss you again. And be that as it may, he's actually more than happy to shake awake when the plane lands. He smiles and mutters good morning and how much he missed you before you sleepily trudge through the airport with him.

It's pretty cold, Tom knowing exactly where to go and excitement buzzes off of him as he pulls your bags off of the conveyor belt, carrying the bigger ones. When Tom sets his bags down you look up at him, confused, but he has the biggest smile on his face, even more so than when he looks at you. And before you can question it, he kneels and there's a flash of grey before Tom is laughing and holding something back. It's a little medium size grey puppy, lapping at Tom's face as her tail whips wildly through the air. You giggle, a few people approaching as you watch Tom and his dealbreaker dog reconvene on the floor,

"You must be Y/N." A sweet voice is omitted from a beautiful, redheaded woman in a similar accent to Tom's. You smile and nod,

"Hopefully if you've heard of me it's been all good things." You half joke, something you've learned from her son before her smile widens and she pulls you into a hug, rubbing up your back,

"Tom wouldn't have brought you home if he didn't think you were worth it." Your heart swells as she says it, moving aside to gesture to the man beside her,

"This is his dad, Dom, and his youngest brother, Paddy." She introduces, both men beside her greeting you kindly before Tom tugs at the bottom of your sweater, bottom lip caught between his teeth as you crouch beside him and the dog is stunned on her back, Tom's hands roaming up her sides,

"This is Tess." He states. You smile as he lets her up, watching her stand and shake, trying to climb into Tom's lap before he forces a paw out for you to hold,

"Tessa, this is Y/N. You're the determinant as to if she stays around or not." He tells her and your group of five share a laugh as you peak her interest and she clambers towards you bulkily, tail slowed down, but still thunking away at Tom's chest now,

"Hi. You're a pretty girl-"

"Don't give into the sweet talk Tess, that's how she gets ya. You can't be biased." Tom jokes again, Nikki now standing behind him and swatting at his head,

"Our dog is not going to be the deciding factor on if a girl you could spend the rest of your life with, stays." She lightly scolds. But of course Tom knows that. Tessa has never not liked a girl Tom brought home, she's a friendly dog and he knows she'll love you. And even if she didn't, he'd probably still keep you around because you at least make him happy. But Tessa seems to love you. She nuzzles against you and flops in your lap, lapping at the underside of your chin as you giggle and try to tame the beast. Tom smiles, watching you and his parents don't say anything but the look in his eyes shows that he's happier being with you than all the other girls he's been with. His old girlfriends disappointed and discouraged him from looking at them with such love by asking him what he was looking at while you're preoccupied and you'd love to catch him looking at you the way he is. You look up into his beautiful eyes,

"She's adorable. My dad never wanted a dog so we never had one and I love her." You tell him. His smile widens,

"I think she loves you too. She's crazy right now." He tells you before he stands, taking hold of her leash,

"You can get on my bed with Y/N when we get home Tess, let's get outta here." He mutters, tugging on the leash as his dad and Paddy take the bags he'd been carrying. You follow the small group out to an SUV, Tom holding the door open for Paddy to climb into the very back and you and him to move into the middle seats, you sitting in the middle and Tom sitting at the edge, holding your hand in his lap. Tessa curls around you in the other outer seat, laying her head over your thigh. You lay your hand over her back, head against Tom's shoulder,

"Tired babe?" He asks softly. You shrug,

"I feel good right now. This is somewhere I've never been so my body is alert so I can take it all in." He smiles, kissing your temple,

"Well you'll see a lot more of it. I'll give you a full tour, promise." He whispers into your hair, smiling as you nod. He hums, leg bouncing softly as you drive through his hometown, your head turned up to watch the old buildings pass. The weather outside is gloomy and cloudy, the occasional fat raindrops striking the windows. Tom points out some of the shops he used to go to as a kid, restaurants he loves and plans to take you into. When you turn onto his block, he straightens up a little,

"So are you making her stay in the guest room or can she stay in my room?" He asks his mom who smiles as she glances back at the both of you,

"Is your bed big enough?" He shrugs,

"We sleep in those college dorm cots just fine. Think my bed's the same size if not a little bigger." He remarks as his dad turns up the driveway, putting the car in park. The conversation haults as you climb from the car, helping haul the bags inside and following close behind Tom to an off white colored room, Tessa jumping on the bed before you. You smile at her, sitting at the edge to pet her. Her tail rustles the blanket below you both as you lay back on the bed, letting her upper body rest over you so you can pet her head,

"What do you say you and me take the bed and force him into the guest bedroom?" You joke. Tom clicks his tongue, coming to stand beside the bed,

"Oh ha ha, I'd like to... actually no, you both could kick me out, you know what, fine, see if I ever kiss you again though." He jokes before you jump up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to peck his lips,

"I'd never kick you out. Who else would protect me and lo- a...dore me?" You sputter out. He chuckles, hands placed over your hips,

"I lo- adore you, huh? You sure?" You shake your head and he presses his lips together, not liking the uncertainty and slight sadness in your eyes. He wraps his arms around you, humming at the warmth of your hands on his biceps,

"I do adore you. I've never told a girl I loved her this early. Hell, most the time I say it, they get snippy and up and leave." He admits with a sadness of his own his eyes. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair,

"I'm not pressuring you Holland. You'll say it when you're ready but... in case you hadn't noticed, I can't go anywhere." You tell him. He smiles and nods,

"I know. And like I keep saying, you're different and that's what I love. But... I wanna catch you off guard when I say it." He says. You smile as he collects your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you once, twice, three times before Nikki knocks on the wall just outside his door,

"Hey you two, we were uhh, talking about dinner. Wanna get some Nando's? Give her a full English welcome?" She poses with a smile. Tom strokes up your back and nods,

"Definitely. God, I could go for Nando's." He groans, letting you press your hand to his stomach as you smile up at him. Nikki nods,

"And when we get back, we can decorate. I got Y/N just a little something in a stocking. Tom can hang it so you don't know what it all is." She directs to you. You smile,

"That's sweet, you really didn't have to."

"Ahh, nonsense, any girl the boys bring home gets something." She waves you off. Your smile widens as you nod,

"That's sweet, thank you." She returns the smile before turning and heading down the hallway again. Tom hums,

"God, that's the one thing I hate about west coast America, no Nando's. I think it's better than sex." He tells you. You giggle, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you towards the stairs, Tessa trailing behind. You stand at the bottom of the stairs, Tom rubbing his thumb over your shoulder as the three other people argue amongst themselves. Tom kisses the top of your head,

"This is such a great English welcome. Arguing ten minutes in." You giggle again,

"My parents did the same. They would've been arguing when we met up with them at the airport." You tell him. He smiles before walking to sit in an armchair and pulling your body into his lap. You wrap an arm around his neck as Tessa jumps up to lay on his other leg, Tom grunting softly under the weight of you both. You press your lips to his temple with a sigh, eyes closing as jet lag starts to kick in, your hand laid over his shoulder. He sighs,

"I'm glad you came with me. This is like... the life. You, my family, my dog, my hometown-"

"And Nando's?" You jokingly interrupt. He looks up, eyes on your lips,

"I hate to break it to you darling, but I'd give up Nando's if it meant having you for the rest of my life." He admits. You hum,

"Aren't you sweet." You tell him. He smiles and allows you to kiss him, index finger tucked under his chin. He hums, hand placed over your hip. He gives a gentle squeeze before Dom clears his throat, the both of you looking up,

"Sam and Harry should be in in just a few minutes. Then we can get you guys fed and back here to chill out for the rest of the night." He informs. You smile and nod, laying your head against Tom's shoulder,

"Are they those type of parents that want to buy me dinner while I'm here?" Tom smiles and nods,

"Basically. You should be that type of girlfriend that just accepts it. Don't fight it." He mutters in return, listening to you grumble,

"How the fuck else am I supposed to spend daddy's money?" You mutter. Tom chuckles before the front door opens and two boys, similar looking to Tom but scrawnier and younger walk in. The shorter, more curly haired boy looks you over,

"How much is he paying you? There is no way a girl as hot as this is with someone like you without being paid." He jokes. You smile as Tom grumbles,

"Asshole here is Harry. The quieter, more pleasant one is Sam." He introduces. You smile, nodding to the two boys, Harry of which smiles cheekily at you in a similar way to Tom’s. He holds his hand out,

“Tom told us he was bringing his girlfriend home but… I didn’t realize your standards were so low you’d take pity on my brother.” He continues to joke. Tom grumbles,

“Harry, shut the hell up.” You giggle,

“I’m Y/N, your brother is currently my favorite person.” You say sweetly, Tom smiling up at you. You smile back before Tom scoffs,

“Yeah, not for long.” Harry mutters before Tom lurches from beneath you leaving you and Tessa displaced as your boyfriend grabs his brother and pulls him into a headlock,

“Ass-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you're a great guy and she's lucky to have you." Harry squeals, you giggling as Tom releases him, staring after the boy who backs away. He fixes his sweater around his waist, leaning down to kiss Tessa's head, leaning on his hands on the arms of your chair,

"Hungry?" You shrug and nod,

"Yeah. What exactly is Nando's?"

"This amazing South African restaurant. You get chicken with some sides and maybe some dessert. Of course you can get a salad or a wrap but... fuck babe, this place is so good and America only has it on the East coast. Which, speaking of America not having, there is so much I want you to try. Greg's, jaffa cakes, my mum's shepard's pie-"

"Is there anything not food related you want me to try?" You crack. Tom pauses, mouth hanging open before he shrugs,

"We'll probably go golfing and maybe bowling. Ooh, pub quiz is pretty good. Could do that."

"I don't know what that is-"

"S'alright, I'll teach you, get ya real drunk and bed ya." He mumbles with a wink. You hum,

"Yeah, keep tryin stud." You mutter back, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles before Harry speaks up again,

"Can we get food? I'm starving." The family agrees, collectively filtering out into the chilly air and welcoming you in like an old friend.

---

"Got it?"

"Mhmm." Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you pin Tom's stocking to the wall along the staircase. He places his hands over your hips as you back into him. He sighs, watching Harry and Sam hang theirs and glancing over his shoulder at his parents and Paddy decorating the tree. He smiles,

"Wanna help me with the tree topper?"

"Tom, I don't wanna impede."

"Oh come on, I hang it every year. I want you to help me." He tells you, wrapping his arms around you and walking you to the tree. Nikki smiles, holding the angel out to you,

"My grandmother originally had this. She's passed it down and... hopefully, my oldest and his wife will get it to give to their own kids someday." She explains with a smile. The look in her eye, the way she elaborates to you her hopes makes it seem like she's hoping she'll pass it down to you and Tom. Tom kisses your temple,

"Need the step ladder?" Glancing back at him as you hold the antique tree topper in your hand, you nod, letting his warmth leave you as he fetches the small step stool, setting it up beside the tree. With a reassuring hand at your waist, Tom places a foot on the bottom step, watching you as carefully as you can place the angel as straight as possible on top of the tree. He smiles as you turn to look at him, his arms binding around your waist again as you step down, Dom moving the step stool,

"'S odd, I don't think I've ever seen Tom this lovey with a girl." He says, Tom sitting in the same armchair as earlier. He sighs as you sit in the arm,

"No, not at all. Y/N is definitely something different. It's nice though." Nikki replies, smiling at you. You lean back into Tom, running your fingers through his hair,

"I don't know if I should be flattered or scared." You joke, Sam and Harry sharing a laugh. Tom clicks his tongue,

"See, if this is how being back here for Christmas with my family is gonna go, I'm sendin you back to Seattle in a box." You squeal as Tom drags you back into his lap, tickling you. You squeal and squirm, trying to hold his hands from your body. You giggle, trying to catch your breath as he finally let's up, small chatter erupting amongst the house before Paddy calls out to you. You stand and follow the waving hand, assisting him in wrapping the last few lights on the strand in his hand around the railing up the stairs. He seems to be the one to have taken to you the fastest out of Tom's brothers. He laughs as you both walk down the stairs, Nikki stands up straight from over by the couch, camera in hand,

"Tom, come stand against this wall with Y/N. I want a picture of you two." She tells your boyfriend who stands, ruffling his hair before he sighs, steps up beside you, and wraps his arm around your shoulders, your own arm wrapping around his waist. He squeezes your shoulder,

"Are you having fun yet?" You glance up at him, smiling and nodding,

"Yeah. With you, always." You reassure, Tom smiling down at you. There's a quick flash before Tom glances up,

"Mum-"

"Tom, don't start, that was adorable." You giggle, pressing your opposite hand not clutching his side, to his stomach, smiling at her. Tom follows suit, tucking his free hand in his pocket. She clicks a few pictures before Tom's name is whispered. You both glance up, Paddy smiling ear to ear as he holds a single strand of mistletoe above your head. Tom chuckles, glancing back down at you,

"I'm afraid we've been tricked darling." He mutters to you. You smile and shrug,

"I'm okay with it."

"So am I." He mumbles before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You giggle as another flash goes off, Tom's hand sliding down to your shoulder blade. His opposite hand comes up to cradle your chin. He pecks your lips one more time, glancing up at his mom,

"Got it?" She nods, proud smile on her face. Tom nods, placing his hands over your shoulders as you turn to wrap your hands around his waist,

"You gotta get her to print two sets of those pictures, one for you, one for me, so when we have a nasty breakup, you can burn them and I can tear them up.” You joke. He chuckles,

“And then when I beg to have you back because I can’t sleep at night and my mum misses you and I might miss you, you can tape the pieces back together.” He jokes back. You giggle and nod,

“You gotta remind me to keep them so if it's like… a year or so later, I haven’t thrown the pieces away.” You tell him, watching his face turn up in a laugh again. Laying your head over his chest, he sighs and rubs up your arms, wrapping his arms around you. He rubs up your back as your eyes close. His heart seems to skip a beat, picking up in pace. You frown, but ignore it, relishing in the warmth and comfort Tom exudes. But you’re convinced your own heart stops when he says what he says, and for a moment you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“I love you darling.” Your eyes go wide as you glance up, Tom leaning back to look down at your face,

“What?” You ask breathlessly, tears collecting in your eyes. He clicks his tongue, reaching up to swipe your tears away with his thumb,

“Its three words Y/N, it's not that big of a deal.”

“It is to me. T-this has been the agreement in our relationship since the beginning. Did you- di- say it again.” You tell him. He scoffs,

“Once is enough baby.” He runs his hand down across the expanse of your neck with his fingertips, brushing your hair aside, starting to lean in to kiss you. You draw back,

“Tom-”

“Alright, alright… I… I love you Y/N.” He says, rolling his eyes and smiling as you smile,

“I love you too.” You say. He nods, leaning in to kiss you finally. He hums, nudging his nose against yours, squeezing you as his arms wrap around your waist,

“I love you.” He mutters again. You smile,

“Well Merry Christmas to me then huh.”

“And a Happy New Year darling.” He coos, rubbing across your back with a warm smile, your whole body buzzing in excitement and love, relieved and excited that he finally admitted he loves you.

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