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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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she was an angel, he did video games

author's note. while i struggle with my reqs here u have a small thingy that was inspired by me going into a rabbit hole of watching old vids of my fav childhood youtubers (rezi to taki crush still like OH MAAAA GAAAD ++ jego stare filmiki = top tier)

also val @kyrjnie tis is for u,, bc it may or may not have also been inspired by the gyu edit u sent me 😁😁😁😁😁😁

warnings. c u r s i n g. so much cursing. also mention of shooting n dying (they’re playing gta lol)

summary. you can’t sleep because of your yelling gamer bf,, that’s literally it (gamer bf!gyu)

word count. 618

“fucking hell! shit, shit, shit–!”

beomgyu let out an inhuman screech, leaning on his chair. the sound of his friend’s laughter echoed in his headphones as he held his stomach that started to hurt from laughter too.

“please, please taehyun!” beomgyu whined, leaning forward and running after his friend’s character in game.

“gyu?”

he yelled when he got shot again, this time by yeonjun.

“you fucker! no, no, no don’t run away!” he didn’t seem to hear your quiet voice.

you never complained about beomgyu’s passion being playing video games. everyone needed their de-brainer that would make them relax and enjoy life. you were glad he got to spend time with his friends and have fun but–

“haaa, eat shit!”

“gyu!”

he squealed upon feeling your hand on his arm.

“oh my f–” he turned around instantly, heart rate picking up. but when his eyes met yours, his brows knitted “y/n?”

ignoring the way he went afk and his friends used that fact to kill him (again), he patted his thigh. taking in the sight of you in his oversized t-shirt, messy hair and two different socks on your feet he couldn’t help but grin that you’re his and–

“could you be a little more quiet?” you asked gently, voice barely above a whisper. his ebony eyes softened, flickering quietly between the screen and you.

“oh”

a small chuckle left your lips and it was quickly followed by a yawn.

“yeah, i couldn’t fall asleep” you mumbled and leaned closer to place a kiss on his forehead.

“no, wait. actually, i’m done playing. they’re assholes either way” he breathed out. a sudden wave of guilt washed over him.

“what? it’s you who sucks!” soobin whined offended “also say hi to y/n”

“no” he grunted and with a devilish smirk used the sniping to point at the friend. then, he turned around at looked at you with a joyful yet mischievous spark in his eye. beomgyu just mouthed: “one sec!”

“y/n’s such an angel, bahi always screams at me” kai mumbled.

“same, my mom just smacks me in the head out of a sudden. i almost shat myself when she did that when i was playing the forest” yeonjun sighed “y/n is the best–”

“what the hell was that?!” soobin yelled out when his screen flickered black and then he saw the text: wasted. beomgyu gunned you down “you fu–!”

beomgyu left the voice chat and game giggling, proud of himself. then, he turned around and smiled upon seeing you wait for him. your eyes were closing slowly, fighting the sleepiness.

“i know, sorry. if i cuddle you, will you forgive me?” your boyfriend pouted, sneaking his arms around your waist. you nodded lazily and felt his lips brush against the corner of your mouth. letting out a small sigh, you tugged his hoodie.

“let’s just go, my stinky little gamer of a boyfriend…” you mumbled, fighting a smirk.

“yah!”

“also i wasn’t mad at you to begin with. just… the bed was cold, or whatever” you said, dragging him to the bedroom. beomgyu’s heart skipped a beat – something that he’d think he’d get used to while dating you. but such cute gestures still made him flustered.

“you’re really an angel, huh?” beomgyu mumbled into your hair once you were in bed. you snuggled closer to him, embracing the warmth.

“huh?” you asked drowsily, sleep creeping up on you way faster than when you were in bed alone, without him.

“sleep well, angel” he just hummed, hands pulling you even closer. fingers drawing shapes on your (his) t-shirt absentmindedly, beomgyu realized that he liked spending time with you way more than on his silly games.

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checkers-dance · 9 months

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hi oomf. i come to talk abt The Music. usually i would have sent something the moment i got done listening to it but i was fighting for my life (migraine 😔) but its another day and i've had more time to rlly digest the songs so at least my thoughts can be more coherent.

as a whole, i enjoyed myself a lot! it was very fun to listen to. there's something INSANE about hearing sh*wnu again. like wowwww i forgot how much i liked his voice??? it was such a joy, i think i ended up rlly latching to his lines. but hy*ngwon did rlly good too, i actually think his breathy tone (dunno how to describe it) was a rlly great fit for some of these songs, it was very neat. i feel like the entire ep sounded exactly like what i would expect from a unit with these two... idk but something about it just felt so natural. so i had a lot of fun! if i have any complaints, is that i wish it was a little longer... i RLLY could use a couple more songs, especially from hy*ngwon. as for more specific thoughts love me a little was reaaaally good, and i think it was the objective best choice as a title track so i'm glad they went with it. the chorus was SOOO good, its been stuck in my head all day. and the last part of the song was also sooo great, it had a rlly strong conclusion i feel. its rlly rlly cool to see hy*ngwon making title tracks, i reaaally hope he gets a chance to do it again. love therapy was not a fave but it had some rlly strong parts... i love love love the part where it's just hy*ngwon talk singing, it scratches such an itch for me. and that one high note by sh*wnu.... shaking throwing up /pos. roll with me was SO.... i think its my favorite. listen.... its the fucking piano... I KNOW IM SO PREDICTABLE BUT WELL.... it had a really fun darker vibe to it that i actually wasnt expecting, so i was very pleasantly surprised. and GODDD THAT PRECHORUS... TRULY A BANGER. play me was very cute, but i dont have too much to say about it. it was very fun but not a fav yknow. and lastly slow dance was SO fun and cute, its rlly romantic sounding and another personal fav. there's just something abt it. SO YES I HAD FUN... which is to be expected, i feel like its been a while since i've truly had anything negative to say abt anything mx releases which is sooo brainwashed of me but yknow 😔 ALSO i actually rlly dig the vibe of the cover. album covers in kpop are literally just text and a background, its getting so boring sjsbdbsbd yes this is still rlly simple but it has style to it yknow

outside of the music, the music video had some really cool shots, esp during the later half. but i was honestly kinda underwhelmed idkkkkk... I KNOW I SHOULDNT TRUST THEIR CONCEPT PHOTOS BUT LISTEN... THAT ONE VID THEY RELEASED WITH THE WEIRD ASS CREEPYPASTA VIBE?? they are literally just fucking with me at this point 😭

THERE MIGHT BE SOME TYPOS HERE BUT IM SLEEPY... I CANT BE BOTHERED TO CHECK IM SORRY

NO BUT IT'S ACTUALLY SO SAD THAT THEY HAD NONE OF THE VIBES FROM THE CREEPYPASTA MV......I was ready to sit here theorizing the meaning behind the tree and the lab thing and the beaker AND NONE OF IT SHOWED UP.....this is truly so sad. And yeah, the mv was cool but it didn't scratch the itch the preview video gave me 😭😭😭

Ik what u mean abt the breathy tone tho, hy*ngwon rlly does pull it off so well. And is it a coincidence roll w me is a fave of urs bc his breathy tone rlly is showed off there 🧐🧐. I liked roll w me, and yeah it def has a darker vibe

I agree w u abt play w me and slow dance so there's not much to say there

I actually rlly liked love therapy, minus the chorus which was just alright (BUT IT GETS STUCK IN MY HEAD OK...). The synth was simply too sexy. Also the fact that the song starts out w "I need some therapy" is so funny. This could've been the mx version of vixx's "lalala I need therapy" song. If the chorus was stronger I think this song would be a fave

Omg hy*ngwon composed the title track? Good for him. And yeah, the chorus is super catchy, and the build up to it is so good. Also the guitar at the end was SO good (<- extremely predictable for me). I was just listening to it again and I caught the subtle saxophone and IT SLAPPED......

#asks

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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Hi, its Grim anon! I was wondering if I could request a platonic bench trio with y/n (she/her) who is very open about her affection for the three (constantly complimenting them, saying ily, etc.), but lately she's been worried that people will take it the wrong way so she's stopped? And now they're like. Where's my Y/N validation? :(

yep yep!! here you go, grim anon! ^^ sorry if I got a bit off track? I'm not sure if I did or not!

platonic!BenchTrio x affectionate!y/n

pronouns: she/her

other information on the reader:

. minor

. very open with her affection

. minecraft streamer

. faceless streamer

. it's against her boundaries for anyone other than friends to use her real name

warnings: sexism/misogyny (ends well, the haters are addressed), idk but the "girl near streamer I like? ew wtf 😒" type of hate (also gets addressed n shut down), little angst, distancing yourself from friends, trying to change yourself, cussing, mention of "weird comments" made towards y/n *ALL OF THESE ISSUES ARE ADDRESSED AND SHUT DOWN THOUGH !!!

form: headcanons

summary: y/n is super openly affectionate with all of her friends! unfortunately, a lot of people think that's a negative thing, though Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo notice y/n's change and get to the bottom of it to fix the issue ^^

genre: platonic, little angst, fluff(?) after it gets found out, hurt to comfort type of deal ^^

abbreviations: s/n -> streamer name, y/n -> your name

note: I'm not very good at angst yet so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks !! :(

you were very in touch with your loving side and showed all your friends affection very openly and however you could

unfortunately, since y'all didn't live near each other that meant that you had to wait for visits for like hugs n stuff :(

at first you didn't think much of it, affection was a normal thing between friends, why do it differently on stream?

you would often tell the boys how much you loved them and we're genuinely happy and grateful that y'all were friends

complements and validation paired with this, naturally

the boys looked forward to streams with you, not only because you where best friends but for the serotonin that your affection brought :D

actually!! on streams with all of you together, it wouldn't be uncommon for tommy, tubbo, and ranboo to playfully fight over your affection

it would be in different ways though, like with Tommy, you would complement either ranboo or tubbo and if you didn't state a name tommy would be like "THAT WAS MENT FOR ME, (TUBBO/RANBOO)" after they thanked you

meanwhile tubbo would either go on about betrayal and how you didn't love him anymore and he's going to run away or he would do something along the lines of ":(( what about meee"

and ranboo, if the compliment wasn't aimed at him, even if you clearly added tommy or tubbo's name at the end, would always reply "thank you" or something similar

however it's different if the compliment is directed at them!

ranboo would thank you, do a small laugh that's half flustered half awkward, and then complement you back (he got less awkward and flustered as he got more used to it though!)

you could hear the smile in tubbo's voice as he loudly thanks you and gives you like 3 compliments in return

tommy, it would depend if either of y'all are streaming or not! yes? "I know" all jokingly cocky like. no? "thank you, I guess" he says it as a half joke, it's a genuine thank you, but he likes keeping it playful so the "I guess" is thrown on, it's random if he gives you a complement back or not, it's literally not even dependant on how he feels, it just at random

also I feel like you and Tommy would have like a "ily!! /p" "ew /j" bit, very often I will add 👍

like while your streaming you like "tommy!! I love you, thank you for being my friend :)" and him, completely disregarding the last bit, would reply "EWW, Y/N YOU DO KNOW IM I MINOR CORRECT??"

if him ever saying ew hurts your feelings then he won't say it, however he will say the rest, unless him deflecting your "ily" makes you feel bad as well, it's fairly easy to crack him to say it back since you're best friends

a lot of back and forth, but not too hard since he never wants to genuinely hurt you

ALSO if you complement him (on stream ofc) he will find a way to turn it around, not onto you, but just turning into something too tame to be labeled and insult but definitely something close!

"I like your sunglasses!!" "oH??? SO YOU DONT LIKE MY EYES??? THANKS S/N"

(also feel like tubbo might do this)

ofc would stop if it makes you sad/uncomfortable/etc

with ranboo though, he might occasionally do that, but it's way more often for you two to get into complementing matches (just going back and forth with complements)

you also sometimes do the "ily more" thing, just because it's funny bc it's like a cringe romance movie thing, y'all never do it on stream though because ppl might make it weird, and some friend quirks are better kept private anyway, just a you two thing :)

occasionally the "no you hang up first" too, except you both play they teen girl waving her hand and saying it the most high pitched voice she can. it's so funny hearing ranboo going so high 💀💀

as a rising streamer, of course you have Twitter, and your subtwt isn't toxic – due to your personality and stuff, the people you attract to your content are all pretty loving and chill! ofc there's a few bad eggs, but that's just what happens, you choose to ignore those few

but since you've gotten more popular, people finding you through your more popular friends, you've seen a rise of tweets mentioning you, whether it be in general or in the boy's replies

you're glad to be getting more popular, now you can find more people who seek comfort from your content, which was your goal when you started anyway! so it's all exciting! ..at first.

rise in people means rise of people in the toxic 1%, and also means rise of haters or people who just don't like you

sometimes you come across tweets like "why does y/n feel the need to be around ranboo, tubbo, and tommy? leave them alone ffs, she got her fame she wanted, she can leave now 🙄✋" and "we get it, girl streamers are less talented so you needed to leech off they boys' talent! like is she done yet or??" or occasional tweets saying something about shipping – which is against not only your boundaries but all of they boys' as well.

the replies being full of "use s/n, using her real name is breaking her boundaries! and if you have an issue, then don't watch the streams she's in, dickhead!", "you could just mute her name on here and not follow her twitch, you're being overdramatic for no reason", "hey hey, remember that s/n checks her indirects", "ew, deactivate", "aw, are you scared bc a girl is better than you at gaming? aw you gonna cry??", etc, makes you feel a bit better, but the punch from the original tweet lingers

after seeing a bit more, you saw the majority of the haters – and weird people – you saw the root of it was probably because you were so affectionate towards you friends and just being around them in general

so, it'd be best to stop, right? don't participate in as many streams, stop being so affectionate in general, to be honest you were already quite anxious that you being so "clingy" was annoying, the hate just solidified it

so you have a plan in line, the hard part is executing it :(

to start, you stopped complimenting them as much on stream, and the late phone calls lessened, and those became more and more noticeable before you "got too busy" to be in as many streams as you used to

I feel like ranboo would notice first and try talking to you before bringing it up to tommy and tubbo, but when you replied "oh! yeah I'm good dw :)" he knew it was a lie and went to the others

"what do you think is going on?" "I'm not sure" "whatever it is, do you think this is why she stopped being so affectionate? I miss it"

then it clicked for tommy while ranboo and tubbo still tried to figure it out

"do you think it's family problems?" "no, last time they has family problems they became more clingy and their phone calls were more frequent, not-" "wait wait wait"

tommy checked your social media platforms, of course they had more followers than before

"what? tommy?" "I think it's more of an online hate problem" tommy leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face before looking over at the discord call as the two others made sounds of shock, "yeah, this started after her platform got bigger and she got more well known" "..you're right" "how- how do we fix it?" "address it on a stream?" "no, no, not yet, I think we should contact y/n first, see if she'll tell us if we're right or not" "I could try? last time I texted her she responded pretty quickly so maybe that still applies?" "yeah, tell us if we're right or not and we'll continue from there"

so ranboo texted you, making sure to form the text to get to the point but not scare you, he knows how anxiety inducing confrontation, especially from friends, can be for you

you didn't know exactly how to respond, would it be better if you lied? or would the truth be better?

after a few times of the "..." appearing and disappearing on ranboo's screen before you message of ",, yeah, that is the reason actually ;; I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought it'd be better to just distance myself :(" sent through

the boys on call could hear the frown in ranboo's voice when he sighed and said "oh" "were we right?" "just a second"

ranboo replied to you, reassuring you that you don't don't have to apologize for not telling them and it isn't your fault, making sure to remind you that you can come to either him, tommy, or tubbo whenever you want

"yeah, she got hate, and I guarantee that if we go through her indirects then we'll see what exactly happened, we may have to scroll a bit though" so they searched around on Twitter and found some, then tubbo spoke "do you think she would want to join call so we can figure out what to do to fix this?" "I can text her, though maybe we can more of distract and comfort her tonight? we can talk about the hate and stuff another time" "yeah yeah, I think that's a good idea"

so he texted you to see if you'd like to join the call, you accepted and ended up playing video games with them – mainly Minecraft servers – for a few hours before tommy had you and ranboo (assuming you're in the US or close) sign off to get some sleep (if you're in the UK or close, he had you and tubbo sign off and then signed off himself for some sleep)

the next day you guys hopped back on call to discuss how you guys would fix it, as well as them giving a bunch of positive comments about your affection :)

you guys decided on a serious stream from Tommy's account, it was either tommy or ranboo's account, but you guys chose tommy bc he's not anxious about turning off donos and other things

you guys discussed that the hate you were getting was uncalled for, and the weird comments were to be stopped immediately.

"I think that's everything? y/n, anything else?" "yeah I think that's about it, thank you guys so much!!" "alright, one more thing before we go- chat- chat, if you have an issue with y/n being in our streams just don't watch our streams! if you don't like y/n we don't want you here" "tommyyyy :(( (/pos)" "wait wait!! chat, if anyone asks or is being rude either spread clips on the stream or screenshots of the tweets we posted!! we want to make sure that everyone – even those not watching the stream – are informed!" "alright, bye chat, I better not see any more y/n negativity!!"

there wasn't negativity in chat when you went to check btw :)! it was in emote-only bc they thought it'd be the best thing to do and most of the chat was filled with hearts and other positive emotes! <33

now whenever hate stuff it posted the replies have screenshots of either tommy, tubbo, or ranboo's tweets, links to the VOD, or clips, stating the most important and the tweet is usually taken down within a matter of hours – days sometimes

and after that everything was back to normal!! you started complimenting them again, telling them how much you love them again, etc etc! you even got back into late calls :)

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izukult · 3 years

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haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima

established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure

hinata shōyō

-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)

-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend

-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players

-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata

-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together

-you and hinata have been dating for about four months

-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed

-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe

-anyway

-so you’re going to meet suga finally

-like FINALLY you’re so excited

-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!

-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know

-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it

-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice

-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself

-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing

-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.

-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama

-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had

-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka

-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance

-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.

-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.

-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)

-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you

he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.

“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.

“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.

“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.

-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.

-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off

-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”

-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”

-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”

-”new favorite thing is holding you.”

-YOUR HEART

-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had

-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before

-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are

-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped

-its ok hes whipped too

kageyama tobio

-no idea how youd meet this mf online

-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments

-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,

-i have no fucking clue BUT

-he doesnt mind long distance honestly

-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves

-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.

-but he ignores it🙄

-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢

-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too

-so you plan a trip to him

-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool

-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight

-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things

-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)

-you hit him up yknow yknow

- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time

-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”

-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous

-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on

-“hi, can i help you?”

-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is

-and he’s already staring at you

-a ball is lightly held in his hands

-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry

-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime

-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳

you give him a little wave

-“sup kags”

-he’s just staring

-blankly staring

-which you should’ve expected

-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“

-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”

-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare

-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”

-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that

-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling

-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove

-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”

-he opens up w affection more along the trip

-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.

-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team

oikawa tooru

-he suspects smth is up to be honest

-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”

-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)

-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself

-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed

-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so

-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls

-oh well

-you hear his voice before you actually see him

-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa

-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.

-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure

-which is not tooru like

-you took a step closer and smiled

-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”

-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa

-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend

-”that’s even better”

-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile

-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear

-and KISSES u

-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS

-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”

-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again

-once you two are alone he literally cries

-LMAO

sugawara koushi

-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)

-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit

-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.

-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)

-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped

-”nice one, koushi”

-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”

-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”

-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool

-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)

-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like

-”this is my s/o!!!”

-mf is BEAMING

-he’s so happy

-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that

-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone

-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen

-he is literally so in love w you

-ew

-i love him.

nishinoya yü

-ok he’s so loud

-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows

-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look

-he luvs u

-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt

-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it

-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story

-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”

-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to

-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice

-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact

-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice

-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it

-he gets the little ping!

-and he’s out the game

-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout

-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball

-the text just says “come outside:))”

-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐

-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude

-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet

-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you

-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything

-you just kiss his forehead :)

-literally only good vibes

-you guys have such a good trip bruh

-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together

-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls

tsukishima kei

-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice

-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining

-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone

-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol

-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home

-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant

-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop

-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)

-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy

-but instead his s/o

-he just stares at you

-he looks like a fish

-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous

-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”

-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head

-he walks back but he leaves the door open

-”take your shoes off”

-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for

-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)

-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him

-and after a bit he finally looks at you

-and you look at him

-and you smile

-and he does too,, kind of

-(which is so fucking cute,)

-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning

-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat

-”can i hug you?”

-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours

-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET

-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv

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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 [𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀]

summary : tsuki had always been the rational one between the two of you, but sometimes even he needs his other half to knock him back to earth

warnings : twin!reader, fem!reader, cursing, physically hurt/comfort, generally fluff, PLATONIC, tsuki & reader get into a fight, not edited at all

word count : 1600+

a/n : i was rewatching karasuno's match against shiratorizawa last night, and i thought about this so :) it's just general headcanons about being tsuki's twin and it gets specific when i bring up the match :) enjoy ( ´∀｀)

karasuno masterlist ~ haikyuu masterlist

- contrary to popular belief, tsukishima is actually a really good sibling and an even better twin

- he’ll definitely make sure you’re taking care of yourself and eating and drinking often, especially if you have you’re involved in your own club

- he and yamaguchi wait after school for you too so you don’t have to walk home alone. tsuki says it’s because he doesn’t want your mom or akiteru to stress out over you if you get lost or something, but deep down you know it’s because he cares for you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

- but, if you manage for the volleyball club, it makes his life a lot easier

- you definitely joined before yachi, right at the beginning of the year when tsuki and yamaguchi signed up for the team. you and kiyoko were quick to become friends, along with the third years (the only ones tsuki really trusted you around alone. pls tanaka nearly tackled you to the ground when you said you wanted to be manager had it not been for daichi grabbing his collar and tsuki pusing you behind him)

- tanaka apologised

- do i really need to tell you why tsuki didn’t trust hinata and kageyama around you?

- you were the one to recruit yachi to be another manager as well. she was in some of your classes and you knew her to be a kind and work-driven person, so you asked if she wanted to sign up

- pls babes never stood a chance saying no to you

- she was a blushing mess

- (she highkey has a crush on you and tsuki knows it, but that’s none of his business)

- just like tsuki, you’re able to quickly analyze players and their movements and you also are able to think ahead and plan out attacks or defences with the information you’ve gathered

- so the coaches really like you :)

- during the training camp, you and tsuki got into a fight, y’know, as siblings do. and you’ve gotten into arguments and fights with each other in front of the others, so they weren’t all too worried and assured everyone else that it was normal . . . but then y’all started getting physical

- hurtful words were thrown without thinking, it’s normal, but tsuki went a bit too far with his words and you aren’t the type to cry and run away, so what did you do?

- you tackled that bitch :D

- so there you two were, fighting like kids over the last popsicle in the freezer, while everyone just stood there in shock at what the hell was going on in front of them

- the others were quick to pull you away from each other, and the managers led you away from your brother while the two of you calmed down. it definitely took you a while to calm down from the adrenalin high from tackling your 6’3 brother, but you eventually did and went back into the gym where tsuki was sitting on the bench.

- the others tensed up when you walked over to him and sat next to him, thinking you were gonna start fighting again, but instead the two of you sat in silence for a while

- the other managers, who you’ve become great friends with, eventually got everyone to mind their business to give the two of you privacy to apologise or whatever

- and you did, because he’s your brother, and no matter how many petty fights (verbal or physical) you get into with him, he’ll always be your twin. your other half

- but that doesn't mean you'll never take his ass down again if he doesn't watch his words

- bcs you will ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- the two of you like to tease each other, i mean, this is tsukishima we’re talking about, if he’s going to tease someone it’s most definitely going to be you

- now onto what spurred this whole headcanon >:)

- everyone was nervous leading up to the match with shiratorizawa and, despite him not showing it, you knew tsuki was too. you could tell in the way he got dressed a bit slower that morning and the way he ate less and drank more water. plus it’s just twin intuition, you could just look at him and know what’s up

- n e ways, the match is going on and you would have fallen over the railing of the stands had it not been for akiteru’s grip on the back of your jacket (who scared the hell out of you when he first showed up. “kei’s not gonna like you being here, nii-chan.”)

- so it’s getting intense

- you’re sure this single match has taken 50 years off your life

- you’ll give tsuki a good slap when the match is over for it

- you cried a little when tsuki blocked ushy gushy’s spike, but you made akiteru and yachi swear not to tell anyone especially tsuki since he would tease the fuck outta you and you don't need that.

- and then (y’know where i’m going with this) tsuki just goes and fucks up his hand

- it was like you became the flash because you were down in the court in literal seconds (akiteru swore you jumped over the rails down onto the court, but . . . i guess we’ll never know ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ)

The walk to the medical room was silent.

You could hear the cheers and screaming from the main gym form where you were, the shrill sounds echoing down the hallway almost hauntingly. You cursed a bit when you felt chills run down your spine, because despite being wrapped in your karasuno jacket and an extra jacket akiteru brought, the short length of your skirt provided barely any warmth for your legs.

From beside you, Tsukishima was silent, simply clutching onto his bleeding hand while burning holes into the polished linoleum floor. You had expected him to tease you about the glare you sent Ushijima when you jumped onto the court (said boy would later confess to his teammate that that had been the only moment he truly felt fear), or make fun of the way akiteru’s jacket seemed to drown you and made you look like a wet cat; but he didn’t. And his silence was more unnerving than anything.

But you knew Kei. You knew the looks he was giving, the way his face seemed to relax and become more expressive when it was only the two of you, you could see his thoughts and worries as plain as day on his face.

You were twins after all. You knew Kei better than he knew himself, you knew his attitude was nothing short of a direct result of your brother's lies and his worry was because he had finally gotten a taste of what volleyball was really like, and he was craving more.

So, as the eldest twin, you did what you did best.

You teased him.

“Stop making that face, you look constipated.”

Tsuki snapped his head over to you and scowled, “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up, and listen well, Kei.” Your strict and monotone voice surprised him a little, he hadn’t heard you use that voice in a while, let alone with him; you were known as the nicer twin after all, “You need to trust that the others will hold their own. Have trust in your team to keep Shiratorizawa on their toes. You know them, you know they can hold their own and take some points. You’ve trained and practiced with them for a while now, Kei. You’ve seen their improvements and you’ve seen their hard times, have a little more trust in them. So stop worrying about what could happen while you’re not there and start thinking about what you’ll do when you get back, big head.”

There was a silence between the two of you as the medic room sign came into view. You sighed a little as you shrugged in your mind, perhaps Kei was too deep in his thoughts to care about your words, but there was only so much you could do to convince him to relax a little. But before you could slide open the door to the medic room, you felt a little tug on the back of your (akiteru’s) jacket.

Tsuki still looked down to the ground, but you could just about make out a small dust of pink on his cheeks, “thanks for that . . . y/n”

Your eyes widened a bit and you nearly made a move to pinch yourself because on the way to the medic room you must have died and went to heaven or aliens must have burst through the window and taken you to an alternate universe where your brother, Tsukishima fucking Kei, was thanking you.

You hands shook a little as you pulled Tsuki’s face down, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead and checking his body for other injuries, “What the fuck, are you sure it’s only your hand that’s injured? Did one of Ushiwaka’s spikes hit you in the head? I think you’re dying . . . yeah, that’s what it is. Maybe you should sit this game out Kei, you might start doing crazier things like tell me you love me or that I’m the best sister you could have asked for or-”

“OH, SHUT UP!”

You laughed as Tsuki pushed you into the medic room and ignored you as his hand was being bandaged up. Tsuki glared at you over his shoulder as you poked and prodded the back of his head and teased him further, but when he turned back around his glare softened.

Tsuki was grateful for your presence. He was thankful you were there to keep his head on his shoulders and make sure he stayed focused on what really mattered. And out of everyone in the world, Tsuki was glad you were his twin - his better half.

Not that’d he ever tell you.

- so yeah :)

- tl;dr tsukishima is a tsundere and secretly loves you ˙ ͜ʟ˙

#haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanon #tsukishima headcanons #sibling!reader #tsukishima x twin!reader #tsukishima x sister!reader #fluff #haikyuu headcanons

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4haechie · 4 years

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cliché

summary: he doesn’t care if it seems cliché, donghyuck really wants to run into your arms after winning the game.

pairing: soccer player!lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, high school au

words: 1,882

warnings: swearing, that’s all

a/n: this is for the one (1) anon who requested for a part 2 to this drabble :D thank u sm i hope u like it! also, i should’ve thought this through bc i don’t know the first thing about soccer. enjoy!

“y/n, wait up!”

you’re making your way to the stands when mark calls out to you from behind. you turn on your heel and face him, annoyed, “what is it?” you don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t want to miss a single second of the game.

“i have the perfect plan–”

“i don’t wanna hear it!” you know exactly what he was planning on telling you, but you don’t give him the chance. you quickly pass the food stalls on the ground floor, climb the steps of the stands, and take your seat. you plop your bag on the seat to your left to save one for mark–he’s annoying and a slowpoke, yeah, but he’s your best friend.

the announcer states the game will be starting soon; you don’t know why your heart is beating so fast, it’s not like you’re playing. you’re only watching the boy you like play. no big deal.

you hope his team wins. you also hope he’ll come up in the stands after winning to say hi and perhaps more. the rapid beating of your heart returns as the crowd goes wild when the announcer starts reading out the players’ names.

lee donghyuck is amazing at soccer. he’s been playing the sport since he was young. he’s good at it, the captain of the school’s team, and never fails to bring his team victory.

he’s played about a million and one games before. why is he so nervous about this one?

oh, yeah. it’s because he invited you to watch the game a few days ago. you, who’s been his crush for as long as he can remember. you, who has no clue he’s crushing on you.

“game starts in five.” the coach is pacing around, making everybody more nervous than they really are. “this is the first game of the semester. no big deal,” he lets out an airy laugh. “we’re going against our number one rival school. no pressure,” he lets out the same laugh.

donghyuck rolls his eyes. “coach, relax! we’ve gone against them before and won. this is gonna be a piece of cake, right guys?” he gazes around his teammates.

the coach does some warm-ups–he’s not even playing; donghyuck doesn’t get this guy–and walks over to the teacher’s bench to chat with his colleagues.

the field is open, of course, and the players’ waiting area is a huge tent just beside the stands. donghyuck scans the stands–he doesn’t know where you’re seated, so when he doesn’t find you, a small frown traces his lips. what if you didn’t show? you said you would...but he can’t see you anywhere. what if you changed your mind? his mind is racing with such thoughts when the announcer yells something through his megaphone.

“all players on the field!”

the coach tells the team to huddle for a second and gives his final piece of advice: “finish them! you hear me?” the teammates whoop and cheer loudly and the coach smiles at them fondly.

“our school needs one more goal to win.” mark says, munching on cheesy doritos. you grip the empty can of soda in your hand tightly in anticipation. they have to win. he has to win. “donghyuck has to make the winning goal. he’s so fucking good, y/n!” mark nudges you knowingly.

you need to focus on the game in front of you, but mark’s words make your mind wander. he really is good. mark’s never been to any of his games before, and you’ve been to the very first game he played after making the team.

you and donghyuck have been in the same class for as long as you can remember. you also live in the same neighbourhood. but you’re always too shy to approach him, and he’s always with his billion teammates or friends. you, on the other hand, are with mark, your oldest friend, most of the time.

just to show your support, your entire class in freshman year went to donghyuck’s first-ever soccer match. he was so thrilled to see everyone there, cheering for him and rooting for him. he lost that match, unfortunately, but learned from his mistakes and won every single match after that. soon, in junior year, he was made the captain.

this game is going to be one of his last games before he graduates. so he has to win, not only to bring another trophy to the table but also to impress you. as silly as it sounds, he prays you’re out there somewhere. he prays you’re watching, because he really wants to kiss you after winning the game–like every cliché high school movie to ever exist.

donghyuck feels beads of sweat lining his forehead, trailing down his neck. he takes a deep breath. he listens closely to the audience screaming his name. he grasps that, holds onto it, clings to that as if his life depends on it. he doesn’t have much time, he has to take his shot. he runs like the wind and he’s suddenly in front of the goalpost, staring at the face of the rival goalkeeper.

donghyuck dares glance around; his eyes catch the sight of the opposition advancing. he has to act fast. he gathers all the stamina that’s left, takes one look at the goal, does the necessary pre-goal-making calculations in his head, and kicks the ball. all of this happens in under a second–the goalkeeper doesn’t see it coming. donghyuck is known for his surprise attacks and goals. this really was a piece of cake, he thinks.

the ball soars and hits the back of the net. the crowd goes wild–literally. the chanting gets louder, and donghyuck smiles brightly. in an instant, as if this was rehearsed, his teammates surround him, lift him in the air, also chanting his name.

he gets handed the winning trophy, and everything becomes a blur. he and his teammates pose on the field to take pictures, his coach cries tears of joy, his parents come running to embrace him, hearts full of pride, his siblings look the happiest he’s ever seen them. everyone’s smiling and joyful, just the way he wants. he’s dreamed of this day before, just like he’s dreamed of all his matches. he dreams he makes the winning goal, the crowd screams his name, he spots you, walks towards you and pulls you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

he didn’t care in his vision, and he wouldn’t care in real life either.

after the game, the cheerleaders put on a final performance, commemorating your school’s win, marking the end of the event.

mark bumps you in the shoulder, “you have to tell him now. it’ll be the cherry on top to his day today. did you see how he smiled? it’s like he knew he was gonna win all along.”

you’re still seated in the stands with him, even though most of the audience has taken its leave. besides, mark also has friends on the team. he couldn’t leave without congratulating them in person. the team left to shower and change a while ago, so you’re sure your heart won’t settle till you’ve seen and talked to donghyuck in person.

“i have a feeling he did.”

mark chuckles, “he’s a great guy, y/n. and i think he likes you too. just tell him! what’s the harm?”

you press your lips together. “the fact that he might not like me back?”

mark rolls his eyes, “y/n, it’s not a fact if you’re not sure, and you won’t be sure till you tell him.”

he has a point, but doesn’t everyone get a little doubtful when it comes to someone liking a person back? your mind argues with itself, debating, and listing the pros and cons of telling him how you feel once and for all.

just then, a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts. “i didn’t think you guys would come.”

you whip your head to the side and see lee donghyuck standing there, having changed out of his soccer uniform to a pair of jeans and a plain tee hidden under his jersey, and his bag is slung over one shoulder.

jesus, fuck. this boy...

“y/n would’ve never missed it.” mark smiles up at donghyuck, who scratches his neck in embarrassment.

you shove mark to the side and get up to stand in front of donghyuck. donghyuck’s eyes widen a little when you extend out a hand, “congratulations on winning the game, donghyuck! that final goal was one for the history books.”

donghyuck giggles...giggles, before meeting your hand in a firm shake. “thanks, um, that means a lot.”

“what do you mean?” you pull away reluctantly, not wanting to let go, but not wanting to look clingy either.

he glances at mark warily but softens his gaze at you. mark sighs, “fine, i’ll leave. make it quick, you two! and no funny business–”

you practically push mark away and after ensuring he’s far, far, away from the stands, you gesture at donghyuck to continue.

“i mean...that i’m really glad you came. i’m also really glad you watched me win. a bunch of colleges sent representatives to watch the game, and a few of them even approached me. i might have a shot at getting a scholarship,” he chuckles shyly.

“donghyuck, that’s so awesome! oh my god...i’m so, so, happy for you!” you grin.

“thanks,” he looks down at the floor, a little flustered. “so, um, i wanted to ask you something. well, more like tell you something.”

you cock an eyebrow, puzzled.

“the thing is...before the game started, i was at the tent and i glanced around the stands to look for you–just to, you know, wave at you or something.” he laughs before continuing, “i didn’t see you, so i thought, i don’t know, maybe you didn’t come? i was...kinda sad. i don’t even know why. it’s not like just because i didn’t see you doesn’t mean you weren’t there. but anyway, i’m really glad you made it. and i’m really happy i won,” he smirks.

you’re not sure you’re able to process his words. they tug at your ears but no avail. they go straight to your heart. they stay there, snuggled together. “donghyuck...what are you trying to say?”

donghyuck doesn’t speak. instead, he sets his bag on the floor, brings a hand around your waist and urges you close. you gasp, but it’s immediately drowned out by the feeling of his lips on yours. the kiss only lasts a few seconds, but to you, it feels like an eternity. his lips are soft, plump and sweet–you wonder what lip balm he uses. he pulls away, grinning.

“woah,” you breathe.

“i’m trying to say that i like you, y/n. and i really wanted to kiss you after winning the game.” donghyuck gingerly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.

you giggle, burying your face in his chest. he smooths your hair out and props his chin atop your head. “i like you too–a lot, actually,” you say.

he hums, “that’s a relief.” he pulls away to look at your face, admiring every detail, every curve, every feature. “you’re really pretty.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up and kiss me again.”

and he does.

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faebriel · 3 years

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ok ok I'm insane and couldn't pick one so have two (no need to answer both if you don't want to)

“You talk to him.” Not kindly, but he does.

“I’m used to him,” he shoots back. “I’m the only person who is.”

That makes Niki feel something, some uncomfortable tug in her chest. She mentally kicks herself. It’s not jealousy, she reminds herself, because despite the near-cliff jumping and the long nights without food and the nuclear fallout that has punctuated her last few months, being jealous of Tommy would be the least reasonable thing she’s allowed herself to be, maybe ever.

“You don’t believe me,” Tommy says flatly. “You never - eugh.” He cuts himself off with another ragged sigh, running a hand down his face. “Look, Niki, it’s - we were all together in Pogtopia, right? But I was there first. With him. And you didn’t see the start of it, it was horrible, and I’m glad no one else saw the beginning of it either but it was still just so shit and he kept saying all these terrible things about Tubbo and Fundy and you and,” he takes a shaky breath, “then, when I died, I saw him.”

Her breath catches in her throat.

Well, the voice in the back of her head whistles. If you were still wondering about all this afterlife bullshit, if you want to know where you’re going after your third life, here you go.

and

“You didn’t even - this isn’t about L’Manberg, Wilbur!” Niki shouts.

And then he stops, breathing hard, and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say.

“What else is there?” he asks.

Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut, her chest, her shoulders, chilled down to the bone. With slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes, sitting in her throat, threatening to spill over into a sob. She swallows - to keep her cool, to stay calm, to keep it together -

And then, something in her chest just snaps.

“You said you’d come back for me!” she cries, and her voice hitches on the lump of tears at the back of her throat and god, she sounds absolutely pathetic. Wilbur’s face softens immediately, which somehow just makes her feel even worse. “In Manberg. When Schlatt put me in prison, and you and Tommy were in Pogtopia, you said you’d break me out when it was safe. I waited for weeks , Wilbur. It was… it was horrible.”

“Niki…” a kaleidoscope of emotions flicker across his face, and he seems unsure which to settle on. “We got you out though, right? After the festival.”

“You looked for the button first,” she says quietly, and he stills.

Her sniffling sounds embarrassingly loud against the quiet background of night.

thank you sm!!! i’m gonna put these under the cut because they got a little long sorry (tw for discussion of suicidal ideation)

to preface: tommy is kind of the accidental but incredibly necessary invisible support beam for niki and wilbur’s making amends in bitter. niki cannot accept wilbur’s actions and apology without first acknowledging her own actions and making steps towards an apology, because otherwise it kind of falls flat? in that ending scene niki finally gets what wilbur is feeling and wilbur finally gets that someone else knows how he feels (it’s not perfect 100% yet, but…. that’ll get explored later)

onto the actual snippet! “tommy talks to wilbur - not kindly, but he does” was very important to me! tommy has stuck by wilbur ever since pogtopia, but the tragedy is that he is not equipped to deal with wilbur’s issues, and it shows. wilbur’s first stream after revival depicts this really clearly, where tommy tails wilbur around the whole time but insults him, is still stuck on calling him the villain, physically fights him at some point, etc. on one hand this isn’t healthy but on the other hand tommy is actually around, which is more than can be said for basically any other ally wilbur has had on the dsmp, maybe excluding his dad, who literally killed him lmfao.

this whole issue is exacerbated by the fact that tommy believes that he is the only person who properly understands wilbur, the only person who gets what happened to him, and feels like wilbur is generally his burden to bear. he failed to stop wilbur from both 1. hurting other people and 2. killing himself after the pogtopia-manberg war - and he doesn’t trust wilbur not to do either of those things again, so he’s stuck hovering around wilbur while wilbur is inadvertently setting off his own trauma and feeling responsible for any way he might fuck up and hating that but not wanting to leave. tommy’s memory isn’t perfect and he isn’t a perfect narrator, what he remembers from pogtopia the most were the scariest parts and that’s understandable but it means he’s holding wilbur to the worst expectations of behaviour (and he does so very vocally). the others showed up later, sure, but in tommy’s eyes he’s the only one who saw wilbur’s descent, and by the time they showed up wilbur had already changed irreversably. tommy tries to rationalise this by splitting the ‘different wilburs’ apart from each other in his head (he does this in canon too - there’s one quote from like late 2020 where he says he and tubbo need to keep on going for who wilbur used to be, not who he became, even though they’re,, the same person), and no one challenges that perspective, so he just keeps doing it even though it’s not healthy for him or wilbur.

and then limbo happened and, oh geez, THAT didn’t help jhfaskjjfsa

tommy is on a bit of a knife edge with niki in this fic. niki’s in this state of “ok, he’s annoying whatever, i’m moving on”, but all tommy knows is that she tried to kill him that one time, disappeared off the face of the map, joined a book club with two people who definitely do not like him, and now is just acting weirdly mellow and polite. she is not someone he wants near wilbur bc what the fuck is she gonna do? what is he gonna do? who knows. he’s frustrated that niki doesn’t seem to acknowledge how he’s feeling (especially bc once upon a time she would have been someone he trusted to acknowledge them - they were friends, they fought together) and he’s taking a big step by telling someone about his concerns here, especially bc tommy doesn’t really like talking about them at all. he wouldn’t be saying absolutely anything to niki if he didn’t truly believe she should stay away from wilbur, even if he’s wrong about him. (sometimes i think i write tommy as a little too emotionally mature here but it all goes out the window when wilbur’s brought up. idk if that balances it out)

ok onto niki: this is the first she has actually heard of limbo! she’s only just come around to the fact that resurrection is possible at all. death is kind of a touchy subject for niki both in general and re: wilbur in the fic - she’s coming off of a period in her life where suicidal ideation was, uh, a big thing (whether you want to read that into canon or not is subjective, that’s just the angle i went with in this fic). the sudden existence of a life after death, miserable as it is - and whether she really believes in such a place, when it only exists in tommy and wilbur’s words - that is a lot of information for her to absorb all at once. death is a weird connection point for tommy and niki here, coming right off of the fact that they’ve just acknowledged each other having those problems - tommy, out of, yknow, altruism, would very much like to keep niki out of that place, and niki is quietly reckoning with the fact that that is where she would have sent him. the concept of limbo from the perspective of a character with no experience of it, even secondhand, is so interesting to me like what kind of eldritch location would you feel like you’re living in asghjkl

(also - i gotta be honest the jealousy angle here but mostly when she’s talking later about dream not deserving wilbur’s companionship kinda came out after this post came across my dash while writing. whoops /j)

fun fact, this is the very first snippet of bitter that i ever wrote! all the way back in may!! this is like the moment of the fic - it's where the miscommunication that niki and wilbur have been having is shattered entirely - and so sticking the landing was uhhh kinda important to me lol.

wilbur's entire being in this fic is basically consumed by L'Manberg - he equates his self worth to it entirely. in his eyes, everyone (rightfully) hates him because of what he did to L'Manberg, because L'Manberg was corrupted and he himself with it, etc. niki tries to tell herself this, and while it definitely does form part of her issues with him, it was the betrayal that causes her this much pain - that he seemingly brushed her and their friendship off entirely when he supposedly left her for dead in manberg. because here is what we as the audience know: wilbur couldn’t leave niki in trouble when he heard her life was in danger, even when he was trying to find the button (pretty much the only thing he sees himself as having left at this point) and so he returned. here is what it looks like from niki’s perspective: wilbur told her to wait in manberg until it was safe to come to pogtopia, laid the place with TNT, went to blow up the place, and only returned when he couldn’t find the detonator (and then the first thing she saw him do in pogtopia was encourage the pit behaviour but that’s not what we’re talking about asdfgh). that is massive miscommunication and it’s been brewing between them for months - to make a quirky little reference to the title, niki has been carrying that anger with her so long it's gone bitter. it was never just about l’manberg with niki - not that anger, not her and wilbur’s friendship (hence the little flashback earlier in the fic, bc niki’s relationship to anarchism and statehood or statelessness juxtaposed with her friendships with wilbur and eret - she loves l’manberg bc she loves wilbur, but she loves eret too and those national ties don’t undermine that - is Real Interesting to me) - so when wilbur asks what else there could possibly be (because in his mind, what else could she have bothered staying around for?), she just fucking breaks.

“Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut...with slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes” - prose discussion time! heat and cold are two big throughlines in this fic - particularly for niki, cold is what she is. admittedly when i started with it i mostly wanted to subvert hot = angry and cold = dead but i kinda ended up enjoying this take on it for what it is instead of just as a subversion (also i like the idea of revived people running hot, their bodies r working hard to keep em going). she’s holding onto her feelings and refusing to deal with them, she’s frozen over. descriptions of cold are key to niki’s mental state throughout the fic - cold weight on her chest, feelings of frostbite when she and wilbur hug the first time, ice cold water during the dinner scene, waking up in the cold flat, etc. this was an attempt at describing a more visceral feeling of like, when you’re really mad and you can just feel the adrenaline running through your veins. always felt more cold than hot to me. when she starts to cry, the facade she’s been putting on is finally thawing out and cracking the ice she’s buried her feelings under. (also gives an excuse to write warm comforting hugs towards the end /hj). it’s a loss, it’s catharsis, it’s a whole mess.

and ofc this is all news to wilbur and he feels terrible, because as unintentional as it was, he really really hurt her - because the destruction of l’manberg fucking sucked but above all else wilbur hurt the people he loved because they loved him so much and not in spite of it, because they cared about him so deeply and his death was a massive blow to them. this hasn’t even dawned on him, because how could it? he respects deeply niki (lowkey respects her opinion more than his own at this point) so he has to listen, because it’s niki (“and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say” - because he does), and what she says fucking floors him. in his eyes, he failed her by putting her in danger and then by destroying her home - the idea that she valued him and their friendship so much flies entirely over his head until this moment, and he is forced to re-evaluate the mindset that has motivated him since… basically since pogtopia! the way i write wilbur is like… yes, he’s one of niki’s closest friends and he’s more aware of her insecurities and issues than most (which is why he does always take the time to listen to her, etc) but he does over-idealise her a bit. tbf, i think he does to some extent with everyone (calling tubbo strong on the anniversary stream, for example). also the fact that he really wasn’t around for niki’s lowest moments as a character! he still thinks of her the way she was in l’manberg - confident, steadfast, respected - and this moment shatters that for him as he realises exactly what effect he and his death had on her and everyone else, not just by his actions, but because they loved him and cared for him so deeply.

sorry that this got horrifically long!! and thank you so much for sending snippets in <3333

#ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK TWO WEEKS. LMFAO #asks #thespoonisvictory #dvd commentary #< i have successfully coerced a discord server into doing the dvd commentary on a regular basis and it is the BEST thing

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here again || s.r

words: ~2k

summary: you & steve reunite in wakanda after two long years apart

warning: literally none, just fluff. also bad writing bc this is an old ass oneshot

a/n: so uh,,,this was apparently the result of me falling in love with nomad steve rogers all over again. IW was actually the first avengers film i saw and let me just say, hot damn...also i’m horrible w/titles i’m so sorry. if you’d like to be added to my taglist to be the first to know when i publish something new loml!

tags: to @wxstedhexrt ! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET AND SUPPORTIVE AND ALWAYS TAGGING ME IN STUFF ILY

Time flies, people told you. Make the most of every moment. Take nothing for granted. Appreciate those you have around you while they’re still here, because you never know when they’ll leave you.

What they didn’t mention was what happened between those long hours, the immense pain that came along with missing someone you loved and held near and dear to your heart. The countless sleepless nights awake, wondering if they’d be alright, wondering if they were safe and not in danger. The countless nights hoping and praying they’d come back to you and crying yourself to sleep.

They didn’t tell you that sometimes, you never knew what you were missing until it was gone.

In your case, your ‘what’ was Steve Rogers.

Initially, you’d started off on Tony’s side. Not because you agreed with his argument - that wasn’t the case at all - but because you couldn’t stand the idea of turning your back against the man that had sacrificed so much for your sake. But as soon as you saw Steve on the other side of the battlefield, eyes soft and pleading, you couldn’t take it anymore. You caved.

Being in love made people do strange things, you thought.

You were lucky enough to have found refuge in Wakanda. T’Challa was more than happy to let you stay, knowing you had nowhere else to go and wanting to make sure you were looked after at all times. The others - Sam and the rest of Team Cap, had been sent to the Raft - they weren’t as lucky.

You felt awful. Here you were, living out a peaceful life (well, as peaceful of a fugitive’s life could be), while the rest of your teammates were trapped within the iron fists of the government.

Two years passed, and you still hadn’t gotten a message, any sort of sign, from any of them. You began losing hope. Maybe they weren’t coming back...

“Miss Y/N?” a calm voice suddenly jarred you from your thoughts.

You turned around to see T’Challa standing there with his hands behind his back. “How many times have i told you to just address me as Y/N?”

“My apologies, Y/N,” he nodded curtly, correcting himself. “Are you alright?”

“Just...thinking,” you hummed.

“It seems as if you have a lot on your mind,” he guessed. “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

“No, no...”

“Miss- Y/N, you’ve been here for two years, and you think by now, I wouldn’t know when something’s up?” The Wakandan king raised an eyebrow.

“T’challa-”

“Hopefully, some good news will lift your spirits?” he offered. “I have received a call, they’re on their way.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Captain Rogers and the others are due to arrive soon. War is coming, and we need to prepare.”

You froze. “D..did I just hear you correctly?”

“Indeed. Okoye will meet you outside your chambers in half an hour, so take some time to wash up and rest, will you? You seem exhausted.”

“You know me so well,” you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “See you in a bit.”

After you finished washing up and drying your hair, you changed into a comfortable cable-knit sweater and dark jeans before opening the door to see Okoye and Shuri standing there. “Hi.”

Shuri came forward and squeezed you into a tight hug. “Hey!”

You chuckled lightly and ruffled her hair. “So, what’re we doing?”

“T’Challa’s already there, we’re going to see Barnes,” she explained.

“Bucky?”

“The one and only.”

Okoye offered you one of her rare smiles. You’d formed an unexpected close friendship with the fierce warrior during your time here - she made an excellent sparring partner, and even taught you how to work her weapons.

You headed outside to meet T’Challa, and made your way towards the fields together.

...

“Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve stated as he walked up to the pilot’s seat. Despite the calm tone of voice he had, everyone could tell he was on the verge of losing it.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said, “or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

“Nervous, Rogers?” Natasha nudged him gently in the side.

“No.” But the look in his eyes gave it all away.

“It’s been a wild two years, huh,” she exhaled as she stared out ahead, the Quinjet passing through a camouflage forcefield into the Golden City’s valley, landing at the airfield outside the palace.

“Yeah...it has.”

“So when are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re hopelessly in love with her.”

“Natasha-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers, I know you are,” she gave the super-soldier an accusatory look. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have woken up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare that she died, and it was only after talking with Sam for an hour that you fell back asleep. Which has happened multiple times before.”

“But, Natasha-”

“Come on..why can’t you just admit it? Are you afraid she’s gonna reject you? Because that should be the least of your worries. She’s head over heels for you.”

“What makes you think that?” he tilted his head to the side slightly.

“Intuition. And the way she looked at you.”

“When you said we were going to open Wakanda to the rest of the world...this is not what I imagined,” Okoye commented as she and T’Challa walked side-by-side.

“And what did you imagine?”

“The Olympics. Maybe even a Starbucks.”

The Quinjet’s back gate dropped open and its occupants disembarked. Steve and Natasha stepped down the ramp first, followed by Bruce and Rhodey, with Vision and Wanda in the back.

“Should we bow?” Bruce whispered into Rhodey’s ear.

“Yeah,” he replied, dead serious. “He’s a king.”

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve said as he and T’Challa shook hands.

Bruce awkwardly bowed. Rhodey pretended to look shocked, but there was a hint of an smile on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa motioned with his hand. Bruce shot Rhodey a look, and was just answered with an amused grin. “So how big of an assault can we expect?”

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce replied as they began walking back into the administrative building.

“How we looking?” Natasha questioned.

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and...”

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky finished with a wide grin as he walked towards his best friend. The two men exchanged a tight hug.

“How you been, Buck?”

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “But I think I’ve been holding up better than she has.”

“Who?”

“Everyone’s favorite retired Olympian, ex-nurse, and fugitive electrokinetic hero.”

“What-”

Before he had the chance to answer, your familiar figure stepped out from the shadows.

“Y/N?”

“Steve?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and froze on the spot. He still had that same lean, muscular figure that any girl would swoon over, but his hair had grown out from years on the run and a rugged beard now covered his sharp jaw. His suit was darkened from dirt and grime and the star in its centre was torn out. But he was still absolutely breathtaking - bright blue eyes shining through the coverage.

His expression immediately softened upon seeing you. After many nights praying to see your face again his vision had finally become reality - and he had to keep pinching the inside of his palm to remind himself that this in fact, wasn’t a dream at all. He wasn’t dreaming. You were real, and you were standing just a couple yards away.

You felt your chest ache at the sight of him - it had been two years since you heard him speak. And it didn’t seem to matter how long you were apart for, because his voice would always make you weak at the knees. You hated him for making you react the way you did - or was it yourself that your hatred was directed at more?

But then all feelings of resentment and frustration starting to bubble up to the surface suddenly evaporated. You snapped out of your temporary trance and broke into a sprint, running as fast as your legs would carry you and launching yourself towards him, flinging your arms around his neck. “Steve-”

You slumped against him and broke down, your body trembling from your sobs. He pulled you closer against him and circled his arms around your waist. You didn’t know whether you were crying out of frustration or relief - but the feeling that was brought upon you by being held by him was unlike any other - you’d never get tired of it. You felt so safe, so protected in his tight embrace that you didn’t want to think about anything else. You didn’t want to think about the inevitable war on your way, you didn’t want to think about the past nor the future, you just wanted to live in the moment - with your head on his chest, his chin on top of your head. That was it.

Steve felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. You were crying. You never cried. You never cried and now you were breaking down - because of him.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your hair. “God, I missed you so much. I’m so sorry I left you-”

“It’s okay-” you choked out, “I’m just glad you’re alive-”

You lifted your chin up slightly and he rested his forehead against yours, so close that there were only a few millimeters that kept your lips from touching. That’s when you realized he, too, was crying - tears streaming down his face and you swear there’s literally nothing that could make him look any less handsome. You felt your heart stop momentarily. A strange feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. If it weren’t for his steady gaze, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Steve let out a shaky sigh of relief, inhaling the fresh scent of roses in your hair. It’s been two years since he was last able to hold you like this - and two years later, he still believes you fit perfectly together and that you were made to be held by him, and him alone.

Then you were overcome with a sudden surge of confidence and quickly cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his, closing the gap.

It was like fireworks were shooting through your veins as he deepened the kiss and pulled you closer - if that was even possible, given that you were practically pressed against one another - your heart racing at what felt like a million miles per hour at the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his hand between your shoulder blades and on the small of your back. He tasted like everything between euphoria and heartbreak, salty tears and berries and warm coffee, and his touch was electrifying.

You probably could’ve gone on like that for hours on end. It was only when you heard someone cough awkwardly that you broke apart, eyes still glassy with tears, your faces flushed, and lips swollen.

“Are you and lover boy gonna keep up the baby-making or are you gonna say hi to the rest of us?” Sam interjected. “Just a friendly reminder that you aren’t the only two people here.”

“You’re gross,” you muttered as Steve released you to go greet the others. “Hey, Sam. It’s been a while, huh.”

“Long time no see,” he agreed.

“Well, well, well, I see you’ve finally worked up the courage to make a move, both of you,” Natasha smirked as she brought you in for a quick hug. “I’m proud of you both.”

“Nat! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. You know, Cap wouldn’t stop rambling about you the entire way here-”

“Shut up, Nat,” Steve cut her off. “I wasn’t rambling.”

“Not rambling my ass,” Bucky muttered, “you were talking my ear off that day we took the Quinjet. Wouldn’t stop worrying about her when she insisted she’d be okay.”

“If there was an Olympic sport of being passionately in love with your best friend and mutually pining over one another for years before finally breaking the through-the-roof tension, I assure you you’d win, Captain,” Shuri grinned mischievously.

“Oh, my God.”

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greekgrad07 · 3 years

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favorite things about your mutuals? its positivity hour, go!

it would be a fucking honor 😭 i tried to get all my mutuals this time but i’m sure i forgot people. i’m sorry if i did pls don’t hate me 🥺

this is in no particular order btw

marisa (@skaterbeth): my fellow short asthmatic <3 i love you bruh 😭 i remember being nervous to message you at first bc i thought you would find me annoying. now look at us 😌 i can message you without fear bc i know you find me annoying 🤍you’re so talented and beautiful and incredible. i love your enthusiasm and you’re so funny. every time i get a notification that you’ve sent me a meme on instagram i get excited (and idk how but there’s one almost every morning when i wake up. i’m not complaining though)

erica (@skateryue): MY TWIN ILY 🤍🤍🤍 i forgot to tell you this but i took a which female atla character are you quiz and i got yue and thought of you <3 you’re so sweet and supportive and deserve all the love! i’m glad our mutual love of the parent trap, our mbti types, and how we’re both jeff goldblum brought us together lol. the vibes are immaculate 😌

adi (@bitcheusjackson): adi you are so smart. THE TAGS I LEAVE FOR YOU ARE WELL DESERVED! you’re such a good writer and your love of musicals is so cute! i also love getting to be an annabeth simp with you (as we all should). you’re also a talented artist! i know you don’t post a lot of your art but when you do i’m always blown away <3<3<3

fátima (@deepestempathllamalawyer): my adopted child 😌 i love you sm 🥺 you’re so sweet- like seriously, i appreciate every self help posted you tag me in and every cute animals post as well. i absolutely love seeing you in my notifications! you’re also the reason i became a malconnor shipper to thank you 😭🤍 (also i still have no idea wtf your url means but at this point i’m too afraid to ask)

ashna (@silenabeth): fun fact, you were the first “big” pjo blog that followed me and i absolutely lost my shit so there’s that <3 you’re such a talented writer and editor bruh i don’t tell you that enough. also, the queen who brought us connabeth i will forever stan 🤩 you’re so funny and one of the most supportive people ever <3<3<3 (also love all of your call out posts about marisa 😌)

sarah (@perseusjackkson): i told you that you were too cool to be following me and i stand by that. you’re so chill and funny, i vibe with you sm. really, your blog is full of so many different fandom and i vibe with almost all of it. you really made your blog for the people <3 i love reading your tags on the things you repost bc they are usually hilarious. also, i couldn’t be more supportive of your engagement to my twin 🤍

regina (@bisexualzia): regina you’re so sweet and genuine and funny and the fact that you associate me with cookies still makes me 🥰 and idk why. your tag has 🔥 by it and i told you it’s bc of ouat. idk if you get that but it’s my favorite show and one of my favorite characters is named regina so <3 also i’m glad there is someone else that can agree suki is superior 😌

zitz (@four-names): another reason why i ship malconnor <3 lol you send the most random asks and they always make my day! and your tags are everything btw stop hiding them 😂 you’re not afraid to speak your mind and you’re a very genuine person :)

drew (@cubanpercyj): you are so caring and passionate! i love your replies and tags to my posts and i’m glad we agree that percy can’t swim lol. you’re super chill and i vibe with you very much. and i’m sure you’ve heard this a lot but i love your aesthetic. the water header is so pretty <3

kayra (@awkwardteenwriter): you are so sweet! and YES ofc you have a tag bruh. i remember when i first tagged you in a post and you said that it made you happy aljdkhagf i tag you in like everything now i’m sure it gets annoying. you’re one of the most caring people ever though! one of our first interactions was you sending me a virtual hug during a hard time for me and i’ll always be thankful for that 🥺🤍

jaina (@jainadurron): you are so nice. every interaction we’ve had has been nothing but absolutely lovely and i’m glad that you joined the pjo fandom! you like almost all of my posts and i love seeing you in my notifications. also! i forgot to tell you your new avatar is so cute 🥺

haania (@padfootno): i love you and i’m sorry the fic isn’t out yet pls don’t hate me 😭 you’re literally the sweetest and most helpful person ever! i’m so thankful for your help on writing hijabi silena and ever since you’ve been so nice! i also love when you tag me in posts :)

@perca-beths: you give me such good vibes idek how to describe it. also, you’re insanely talented! i found your fic on a03 and when i realized it was you who wrote it i was blown away. anyways you’re awesome and i can’t wait for your next update :)

@percabethica: again, YES you have a tag 😂 you’re so nice! i remember i asked to be on your taglist for your fic and you were so kind. speaking of your fic, i loved it i loved it i loved it! you’re incredibly talented. i always end up seeing your reblogs from me on my dash before seeing it in my notifications and there’s always a second after i notice it where i’m like “omg that’s me. i posted/reblogged something she liked.” also your aesthetic is so pretty, i love it

gray (@bbyannabeth): idk why you’re following me. what do i have to offer? when i tell you i binged your masterlist after you posted it i’m not kidding. you’re so talented and seem so chill. also i just saw that you posted a new fic and bruh, i’m about to create a reblog that has so many tags

@ohmydamgods: i’m not above admitting that i’ve stalked your instagram. your posts are so fucking funny and so are you! i also see people posting your textposts on instagram and i’m always like “*gasp* does she know?” and then i see you’ve commented and it’s all good 😂 also you’re so nice :)

@mydramaticflare: YOU ARE SO TALENTED! when you comment on my fic there’s no time to unpack all of that i lost my shit bc your fic Quiet Moments inspired me to write a percabeth sleepover fic in the first place. also you seem so sweet and you show up in my notifications a lot :)

brin (@skatersuki): first of all, suki supremacy <3, secondly, you’re so smart like wtf. every time you go off about photokinesis and all that i’m like 😐😣😐 also every time i see the book circe by madeline miller i think of you bc you’re the first person who i have seen recommend it

teriza (@wasithard): we haven’t really interacted but we have a lot of the same mutuals so i know you’re cool. lol fr though you do seem very nice and fun and chaotic in the very best way, plus you’re blog is awesome

kayla (@eggplant-avenger): hi kayla :) we met through the connabeth agenda and you are super chill. also i hope that you know whenever i read your tag i hear chris mccarrell’s voice singing ‘being a half-blood, it’s scary, it mostly gets you killed in very nasty ways’

charlotte (@sonofsallyjackson): you are the most supportive person ever. every time i read one of your comments on my fics, my heart swells. you’re too kind for this world <3

taylor (@saltyypercy): another one of my connabeth friends 🤩 speaking of connabeth, your memes are everything! you’re hilarious and your content is awesome

@getwokescullyy: you are such a talented writer!! and you’re so nice and supportive! :) we also have a lot of the same hc’s for post canon percabeth 😌 super excited for your next update btw!

olivia (@thegraystreaks): you are so talented idk why you’re following me. it had to of been a mistake. if, so pls don’t leave 🥺 you’re such a supportive person and seeing you and liz interact is so funny. fr i love your writing sm and i’m obsessed with your url 🤩

aya (@percasbeths): again, WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME? seriously i have some of the most talented writers following me and idk why but i’m not complaining. all of your au’s are beautiful and i’m always blown away <3

@judoflipped: you introduced me to Apartment 305 so i’m pretty sure i owe you a kidney or something now lol. fr though you were so nice to me during our first interaction <3 you’re so sweet and you seem super chill

emma (@jasongrape): first a foremost, a superior url. you’re posts are hilarious, especially the ones of you and ash going back and forth lol.

@clr-stan: we haven’t interacted much but your posts are so good!! and you seem super sweet :) also, you’re right. if the pjo movies weren’t based on the books i would have been invested

@writinglettersaddressedtothefire: i’m pretty sure you’re also a mutual of fátima’s which makes you awesome. plus your writing is so good! also i see that you’re having a great time with taylor’s new album coming out so i’m glad you seem to be doing good 😂

lexi (@multifandom-420): one of the other three malconnor shippers on this cite 😭 you seem so sweet and your posts are top tier

@esistkeinponyhof: you are literally always in my notifications and it’s so fun lol. we’ve never really interacted but i’m glad that you like my blog :) also you’re a fellow directioner which is amazing 😌

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@twilight-hours: you’re in my notifications a lot and i'm not complaining. lol you always reblog the funniest stuff and i love seeing it on my dash. i know we haven't really interacted but i know we would vibe

#so anyway #i love all of you and i’m glad you’re here <3 #anon thank you for suggesting this <3 #it’s always positively hours on this blog 😤#anon ask #mutuals tag

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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laundry room

pairing: ex!tony x reader

word count: 3200

summary: you and tony are fresh out of a very long and serious relationship, only having broken up about a week prior. thankfully you are on good terms and even friends, but you are currently living in his house while you are working on packing up your things to eventually move out. you didn’t think it would be too hard for both of you to be on your best behavior, but clearly you were wrong.

themes: smuuuuuuuuuut. daddy kink

taglist: @sebabestianstan101, @pining-and-tired, @gogomez-509, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @isthiskaii, @taylorswiftloverforever13, @hulksmashin-bannerpackin

note: yeah idk i’ve had muse for this for a while and so here it is, my first tony x reader fic!! hopefully i can slowly work my way through the rest of the avengers (most likely just the male ones bc i’m not really good at writing girl on girl stuff tbh) ! also sorry this hasn’t been proofread i’m too tired and need to go to bed lmao. pls let me know what you think thoughh

It was awkward living in the home of your ex-boyfriend, but not as much as it could have been considering Tony Stark’s home was huge. You practically had your own separate wing for God’s sake, and despite now being exes after nearly three years of dating, the two of you were actually on quite good terms.

The break up had been mutual. It had gradually been getting more and more painfully obvious that the only thing keeping the two of you together was wonderful, rough, and heated sex. There were no more long, late night conversations in his lab, no more fun and social outings to all types of conventions and galas and events he helped fund, no more date nights at your favorite burger joint. Even the hugs and kisses felt bland and forced. It was sad and scary to suddenly be single again after having been convinced for so long that Tony was going to be your husband one day, but you knew you would be alright. The two of you had shared a surprisingly mature conversation about the matter; he was just as heartbroken as you were, but he told you that he would always love you, even if it may be in a different way than before.

For the most part, you did not see much of each other despite staying in the same home. He was often working, as were you, and during the nights he would be slaving away in his lab on God knows what. The only reason you were still there was because you were still in the process of moving your things out; you would stay at your friend’s place until you found an apartment of your own. Tony had offered to buy you a place himself, but you had assured him it was alright. The two of you may have been friends, but you did not want to have to rely on him.

You had stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around your figure when you realized you had completely forgotten to get your laundry. Stepping out into your bedroom, you practically ransacked the dresser looking for something, but to no avail. A lot of your clothes were already packed up in boxes and ready to be moved. With a light sigh, you headed for the laundry room, holding your towel around yourself. It was around 9 PM, meaning Tony would most likely still be at work anyways. Not that this was anything he hadn’t seen before.

Too lazy to retrieve all of your clothes, you simply pulled out what you needed. A bra, thong, tank, and sleep shorts-- nothing fancy, and besides, most if not all of this would probably come off by the time you were ready to sleep, anyways. It was then you heard Tony’s voice from the hallway, his footsteps approaching the laundry room probably having seen the light turned on. “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad I caught ya-- I wanted to talk to you abo-” he began, then instantly paused when he stepped inside the room, brown eyes now focused on your towel wearing frame. “Oh. Well, hello to you too.” He muttered, and you bit your lip, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, forgot my clothes. Here, I’ll just go change and then--” you started to say, but as you were trying to move around him you dropped one of the articles of clothing in your hand; looking down, you scoffed silently in disbelief. Of course it happened to be the thong. “I’m just gonna….” you trailed off and laughed again but leaned over to pick it up, trying to hold your towel up despite your hand holding onto your clothes. For once, Tony was completely silent, and this was slightly concerning. When you straightened up, however, it was easy to see why. You knew that look in his eyes, and you knew why it was there. He really was not the type to get so worked up or turned on easily, but you supposed it had been difficult for both of you going from fucking every single day to having to take matters into your own hands (literally). You cleared your throat once you straightened back up.

“Did you need anything?” you asked, trying to make this strange experience as casual as possible. He kept his eyes on you, now taking a step closer as his teeth pulled on his lower lip. “No, but fuck, now I do…” You knew this expression even better than the first, and it made you slightly press your thighs together underneath the towel. “What is it…?” you asked, though your voice was soft and distracted, your hand clenching your clothes tighter. He was now standing directly in front of you, barely leaving any space between your bodies as he looked down at you with lust filled, desperate eyes. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know how much I want you right now…”

His words sent shivers down your spine. You knew where this was headed, and your more rational side could try to interfere all it wanted, but you knew it would not succeed. “One time can’t hurt… right…?” you whispered, and a wide smirk crossed his lips. Before you knew it, you were being pulled into his body, his lips crashing against yours in an incredibly rough and familiar kiss. Your tight fist immediately relaxed, dropping the clothes you had originally been so determined to put on. You brought your arms around his neck and he lifted you up to sit on top of the washing machine, not breaking the kiss for even a second. “Fuck,” a growl of a curse uttered forth from his lips, and the husky tone in itself was enough to make you wet combined with the sinful way his tongue worked around yours. “It’s been too damn long…”

“We… broke up… a week ago, Tony…” you reminded him with breathless giggles in between kisses, wrapping your legs around the man’s waist tightly to keep him close to you. He smirked and bit down on your lower lip, barely tugging with his teeth. “My statement still stands,” he murmured, giving your kiss swollen lips yet another peck before running his hand up under your towel to rub your inner thigh. “I just miss this perfect body so damn much.” He paused as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, barely wrinkling his nose as if thoughtful. “And you in general, I suppose.” He joked in typical sarcastic Tony fashion, and you laughed, teasingly playing with the hem of your towel. “I think you need to get undressed a little more,” you whispered, nodding towards his fully clothed body. “This doesn't seem very fair.” He simply smirked as he suddenly grabbed the towel, tugging it off of you with one rough movement and haphazardly tossing it aside. “Life’s not fair, sweet cheeks.” He made a point to bring his hand down to your ass to squeeze as he said this before peppering your neck in kisses and nibbles, other hand moving to grope your soft breast. You let out a moan as you arched your back towards him, whining softly as his fingers teased your sensitive nipple, his tongue tracing hot circles over your skin while his teeth left dark marks behind. You knew the others would give you shit for the hickeys if they ever saw them, but at the same time, they had probably practically been placing bets on the fact that you and Tony would most likely hook up again after breaking up.

“Fuck me,” you suddenly begged, rolling your hips and clenching your thighs together to appease the wet heat between them. “Please, Tony, I need you so fucking bad.” He groaned simply from hearing your words, pulling back to make direct eye contact as he brought his fingers up your thigh to rub against your wet folds. “How bad?” he asked innocently, and as frustrated as you were, you had known this was coming. Tony was not the type to let up teasing so easily, even if it was torture for him too. “Fuck, Tony, I’ve been... thinking about you every single night... since we broke up,” you admitted in a half whimper, only slightly distracted by his fingers teasing your entrance. “And I- I’m tired of.. using my own fingers… or the toys you bought me…”

“Now I spent good money on those toys, baby doll.” He spoke as if reprimanding you, eyebrow raised slightly. “Would you rather Daddy use them on you?” He pushed a finger inside you, pumping deeply already as he tilted his head. “Or is this enough for you? Let’s see how many times Daddy can make his little cock slut cum for him before he fucks you nice and hard, yeah?” You let out a desperate moan as you rolled your hips further, legs now relaxed on either side of him but spread slightly to give him room, one hand holding the edge of the washing machine. You loved when he became authoritative like this, even when his already arrogant air about him was increased. He used two fingers to rub against your folds slowly but roughly, applying just the perfect amount of pressure making you mewl in a needy sense of pleasure as you gazed up into his eyes. “M-more,” you begged, and his dark smirk grew, his eyes fixed on yours. “I don’t even know if you need more, to be honest,” he replied nonchalantly, moving to start rubbing your clit. “I think you’re going to come undone for me right fucking now.” You gasped as he teased your sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers moving in circular motions knowing just exactly the pace you liked it. “D-Daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna….” He chuckled lowly, using his other hand to roll your nipple between his fingers. “Already, baby girl? And to think you were greedy to ask Daddy for more.” You gasped as you released, your cheeks practically pink and your eyes round as you watched him taste you off his fingers.

“God I missed how addictive you taste.” He admitted, sighing deeply before suddenly bringing his fingers back down, rubbing again. You widened your eyes, instinctively reaching down to grab his wrist. “Wh-what are you doing?” you asked in breathy whimpers, already feeling oversensitive. He arched an eyebrow as he slowly pushed a finger inside, your hold on his wrist having no effect on him whatsoever as he began to pump slowly. “Making you come again, duh. Have a problem with that, sugar? You did ask me for more, didn’t you?” You let out a soft whine, unsure if it was out of feeling overwhelmed or pleasured, biting on your lip harshly. “Daddy…”

He suddenly grabbed your hip with his other hand, scooting you further back on the washing machine, “Lean back against the wall,” he demanded, taking the initiative to lightly press you back himself until your back was leaned against the wall, your body naturally arched towards him with the way you were positioned. He continued pumping for a few moments and you moaned louder, feeling your legs shudder. “Daddy..!” you cried out from the stimulus, and he pushed another finger inside, watching you closely and breathless from being so turned on. However, just when you were about to come…..

“You know what?” He suddenly withdrew his fingers, giving you a devious smile as he licked at them again, taking in your shocked expression and even whine of disappointment. “I need a more direct approach.” Grabbing a hold of your thighs, he spread them apart and leaned down, swiping his tongue across your heated sex. You immediately took hold of his hair, fingers entangled in the chocolate brown strands as he moved his tongue to toy with the hood of your clit, a string of moans escaping your parted lips. When he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, you remembered just why it had been so damn hard to break up with him. Even the tiniest movements had your mind hazing, your grip on his locks tightening as you felt his beard rub up against your skin. It was almost infuriating how good at this he was, and your back was arched so incredibly towards him you would probably need a chiropractor in the near future. He gripped your thighs so hard you knew there would be bruises by the morning, but that was the least of your concern. Moving one hand so that he could stimulate your clit once again, he plunged his tongue deeper inside you, taking his time to lick all around. You were sighing in content as you tilted your head back, grinding yourself against his fingers; and then he pulled back for a second, gazing up at you to take in your lust filled expression, groaning to himself before dipping his head back down. His tongue found your clit again, flicking at it with the perfect amount of force, knowing just how to play with it; he practically knew its shape by heart, and he knew just how to move it around to drive you crazy. It was when he used his lips as a suction that you knew you were reaching your limit, unsure how you had even lasted this long to begin with. “Daddy!” you moaned as you came again, watching turned on as he lapped up every single bit of your release into his greedy mouth, practically unable to catch your breath.

“Do I taste good?” you whispered innocently, and he smirked, straightening up again as he yanked you to his body, returning you back to the edge of the washing machine. “Why don’t you find out yourself.” He kissed you again with even more passion than before and you gasped against his lips, bringing your arms around his neck to keep him close while you hitched your legs up around his waist. You felt his clothed bulge press against your bare thigh and you found yourself grinding against it, whining from feeling overstimulated but unable to help but want it. “Fuck me,” you pleaded again, and this time he did not argue. He hastily unzipped his pants, kicking them off before removing his boxer briefs. Jerking your body even closer to the edge of the appliance, he moved one hand to hold the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t take your eyes off me, doll,” he commanded, and you immediately nodded. “Y-Yes sir.” He smirked, scoffing lowly from being so aroused just from hearing the term of authority, guiding himself to rub his tip against your already sensitive folds. Pushing himself inside, you shivered upon hearing his husky groans, moving your hands to hold his biceps as he started moving his hips. “Mmm..! You’re so…. So big….” you moaned as you rocked your own hips in sync with his, tilting your head back feeling your damp hair from your shower fall lower onto your bare back. He smirked weakly as he began thrusting even harder, moving his hands to grasp your legs and push them back so you were even more spread for him as you sat atop the washing machine, beginning to move even faster. “God… Dammit…” he grunted, still maintaining eye contact with you, loving how pleasured and out of breath you seemed already. “You look even more sexy when you’re taking Daddy’s big cock… holy shit I’m never going to find a better fuck than you, I swear.” The praise only turned you on even more; you had always felt genuinely happy when you could go above and beyond when it came to satisfying Tony’s needs, and a more selfish part of you was a little pleased that he could admit himself that he would never be able to find anyone like you. He pushed himself even deeper, loving to hear your moans becoming louder and louder, bouncing off the walls of the relatively small room, not giving a shit if they traveled through the vents-- no one was there to hear them, anyways, though Tony had to admit such a factor would make this even hotter.

He was moving with such vigor and speed that you weren’t expecting him to abruptly pull out, but it was only to put you in a different position-- before you knew it, you were suddenly placed on the ground again, feet on the floor but facing the washing machine. Bending you over, he thrust himself right back into your tight entrance, groaning as his hands held your waist. You were nearly screaming in delight as you held the edges of the washing machine, cheek pressed against the cool surface, too overwhelmed to even lift your head. However, his hands reached around to lift your upper body slightly, only to grab your breasts he loved so much, playing with and bouncing them around even though the force of his thrusts was already rocking your body hard. The sound of skin slapping only increased arousal, and once he hit your g-spot, you knew you were about to be sent over the edge.

“Come for me, darling,” he hissed into your ear knowingly, nibbling on the tip of it sensually; you sometimes hated how well he knew your body, but how could he not at this point? The two of you had been having sex for years. You let yourself release, your chest heaving from how breathless you were, whimpering as you felt him come inside you. He often had when the two of you were dating, considering you were on birth control, and so you were not so worried about it now; if anything, it felt good, and you let out a slow and somewhat shaky sigh as you let your body relax, straightening up as he pulled out of you. Turning around, you gave him a breathess smile, barely chewing on your lower lip. “That… was definitely not part of our whole break up plan,” you murmured, and he chuckled huskily, leaning down to pull his underwear and pants up again. “No, no it was not, but what’s the fun in having a plan, really?” Still, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair afterwards as he picked up your towel from the floor to gently wrap it around your frame. “We’ll work on it. Alright? We’ll be fine. No harm in, you know, fucking like rabbits every now and then.” You scoffed as you playfully gave his chest a light shove, but couldn’t help but smile, especially upon seeing his own cross his lips. “We can’t do this anymore, Tony,” you insisted, even though your own tone sounded like you couldn’t even fully convince yourself. “We’re gonna be good. Starting now.” You bent over to pick up your clothes from the floor before stepping around him, making your way to the room you were sleeping in. He followed after you with a loud sigh, but suddenly reached forward to give your ass a slap underneath the towel. You squealed and turned your head back, looking at him in shock.

He gave you a nonchalant grin but lifted his hands up in defense. “Right. Starting now.”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction

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couprang · 4 years

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embarrassed jealousy

summary: seungkwan is your boyfriend, and everytime he comes over your place, he always sees you chatting or calling joshua, your online friend. he’s shoving off the thought of joshua replacing him.

pairings: seungkwan x reader

“who’s this online friend?” seungkwan asks as he sits down on your work desk, taking out the food he brought for the both of you.

“oh, i met him-“ “hIM? SO IT’S A HE? IT’S A GUY? A DUDE TO BE EXACT? SOMEONE LIKE ME? ARE YOU CR-“ “seungkwan, relax.” you held his shoulder.

“he’s just a friend.” you chuckled and he gives you a look, “jUsT a FrIeNd, i know their intentions. they’ll befriend a girl then later they’ll ask you to go out with them. then what? you’ll leave me?” you laughed and pinched your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“how is he going to ask me out? he lives in america, we’re very far away. he seems like not that type of person so don’t worry, i love you.” seungkwan sighed in relief and shoved an onigiri in your mouth.

“what’s his name?” he asks “now you’re interested?” you asked as you took a bite, “of course i want to know him, i’m your boyfriend.” he emphasized the word, “boyfriend” and you can’t help but chuckle at his cuteness and being protective.

“joshua.” you replied, “he’s also korean but lives in america.” “i didn’t ask that but okay.” seungkwan says. “oh? he’s korean? so i can talk to him in korean?” seungkwan asks.

“yeah, i’m shocked that he still speaks the language. mostly people who live in other countries for a long time, they sometimes forget their mother tongue.” a loud ring coming from your laptop bothered the both of you.

“who’s that?” he asks, his mouth stuffed with food “it’s probably him.” you replied as you went to open your laptop. you heard a sigh as looked at your boyfriend and gave him a reassuring smile.

“jealous?” seungkwan choked as he grabbed for the water. after gulping down the water, he frowns at you, “why would i? i trust you.” you smiled at him as you answered the call.

“hi, y/n.” a sweet voice startled seungkwan as he looks over your screen. “hi, shua. wanna meet my boyfriend? he’s here right now.” you shifted your laptop and showed seungkwan’s face.

seungkwan gave a blank smile and waved at him, “it’s so nice to meet you!” joshua speaks in korean, “i’m y/n’s friend.” seungkwan quirks an eyebrow.

“hey, make sure that ‘friend’ label remains forever, alright?” joshua can’t help but chuckle, “of course. i’m just trying to make friends, don’t worry...? i’m sorry what’s your name?” he asks.

“seungkwan, y/n’s boyfriend.” you smacked his arm, “i already said that!” you murmured, “it’s good that he hears it twice!” he murmurs back.

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“go to sleep already,” seungkwan nags “if i caught you talking to that joshua guy at this hour, i swear.” you smiled at him and hugged him.

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” you said as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling his baby-like scent. “i told you, i’m not jealous!” seungkwan grabs your shoulder and squishes your cheeks.

“i thought you trust me?” you asked, “i do but i don’t with that friend of yours.” both of you smiled as he pecks your lips. as he walks away, he waves a hand at you and so did you.

“be careful, alright?” you said and he nods, “sleep early!” he yelled back. you smiled and shook your head.

seungkwan was indeed a sweet boy. you met him when you were a transferee in 7th grade. he was the first one to approach you when no one else did.

until now, you were best friends. both of you were super close. when it was your graduation on 12th grade, seungkwan took the chance to confess to you and you happily accepted him.

you were dating him for a year now and things are doing pretty good. your arguements with seungkwan were just minors, just fighting about food and sometimes being jealous.

both of your phone and your laptop had a notification at the same time. you opened your laptop and it was a message from joshua.

you opened your phone messages and it was from seungkwan. they sent the same message.

“are you still awake?”

you decided to close your laptop and focused on seungkwan.

‘yeah. why? can’t sleep?’ you replied.

minutes after, you got a video call from him. he was looking around, searching for the laptop. you chuckled, “i kept your word, kwan. besides i was about to sleep.” you said.

“i’m just making sure.” he replies, you can’t help but form a smile on your lips. “anyways, please sleep well, alright? i don’t want you messing up with your sleep schedule.” you chuckled and nodded.

“good night! i love you.” he cooes, “same goes to you, sleep early for me. good night and i love you more, kwan.” he smiles and waves you a goodbye as he ended the call.

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it’s been exactly four months when you met joshua through online. for seungkwan, he was somehow trying to avoid you.

when he’s hanging out with his friends, he seemed okay but when it comes to you, his smile drops.

everytime you text him, he’d just reply short phrases and that felt a pang in your heart. you kept dodging off the idea of him actually avoiding you.

if he was, you had no clue why.

there is one but it’s impossible. he said he trusts you with all his being and heart.

everytime you tried to build a conversation with him, he’d just end it right away, saying he has other stuff to do.

it honestly broke your heart.

you entered your room and opened your laptop and gave joshua a call.

“what’s up?” he asked, slurping on his ramen “i want to talk to you.” you sighed as he frowned. he placed down his ramen and wiped his lips.

“sure.” he replied “two weeks ago, i think seungkwan is avoiding me. he was never like this and i’ve never seen him being like this.” joshua sighs.

“i think you know why.” he says, “it can’t be?” “what do you mean it can’t be?” joshua chuckles, “i’m a boy, you’re a girl. of course there are thoughts running in his mind.”

you exhaled, “look, i honestly feel bad for him. if i was seungkwan, i’d think the same thing.” he says “but i already assured him that there’s nothing between you and me.”

joshua gives a smile, “that’s not the point. give him attention, you see. you’ve been spending your time with me instead of him. seungkwan’s your boyfriend.” you nodded.

“this is bad.” you sighed loudly “it’s not too late yet. now go to him!” you nodded. “oh and by the way, before you go,” you looked back at your screen.

“even though you made things up with him, he wouldn’t trust me. so... this is a farewell, y/n.” he says.

“don’t worry, it’s not a permanent farewell after all. you could still give me a call. advice, help whatever you need me for. i’m here.” you smiled and nodded at him.

“thanks, shua.” “now go! someone’s waiting for you.” you nodded once again as you shut your computer down.

you knocked on the door and you heard his sweet voice, “who is it?” he asks “it’s me.” you replied softly.

the moment he opened the door, his smile dropped and that felt like a gun hit your heart. the thought of him not smiling because of you made you almost cry.

both of you were sitting down the couch, “what are you doing here?” he asks, “how are you and that jo- je- john-“ he sighs “i didn’t even bother to remember his name.” he murmurs.

“your online friend?” he says “or i suppose your online boyfriend? since i think there’s something.” he wasn’t even looking at you when he was talking.

“look at me.” you quietly said “i said look at me.” your voice raised to your normal tone. you grabbed his face with your two hands, making him face you.

“i said look at me.” you said, “i’d like to explain myself to you.” seungkwan takes off your hand from his cheeks as he caresses them and his eyes were on them.

“y/n, i don’t wanna end things with you.” he spoke lowly, almost inaudible. “i’m not ending things with you.” you gave a smile as he looked at you.

“i told you, there’s nothing between me and joshua.” you caressed his cheeks. “you already told me that a lot of times.” he replied.

“and i can’t help but be-“ “jealous?” your smile grows wide as you finished the sentence. he glanced at you and looked back on your hands, “fine. i give in. i was horribly jealous.”

you laughed. seungkwan’s head shots up with a frown plastered on his face, “what’s funny?” he asks sternly. you stopped laughing but a smile was still on your lips.

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” you scooted yourself closer to your boyfriend as you rested your head on his chest.

“joshua told me that he’s gonna slightly not talk to me.” seungkwan grabs your shoulder and your eyes meet his, “what do you mean slightly? that should be per-“

you shoved dried seaweeds on his mouth and you chuckled. “can you stop being cute? it’s gonna give me a heart attack.” you told him.

he chewed on the seaweed as you watched him lovingly. “i’m so glad you’re mine.” you said.

“why? so that you can make me jealous and tease me about it?” seungkwan mocked.

“i love you.” you cooed.

he looks at you with a frown, “you think you’re gonna get that ‘i love you too’ after what i experienced for the last four months? heck yeah, i love you too.”

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i literally typed this five times because i kept deleting it ,, tumblr should do a warning bcs i was literally like am i going mad?

btw sorry for the bad narrations :| will edit it out soon!

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prophezeiung · 4 years

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@vorhersage said: @drcomalfy ( also sent by raven, @treppenwitzz and @youthblamed ) › send me a url and i'll tell you the following ( accepting )

my opinion on:

character in general: hmm i must admit i’ve spent 90% of my hp-fan-ness uninvested in draco. he was there, a tragic character who might’ve deserved better, but i wasn’t personally invested in justice for draco. then i started consuming fanfiction and it got even worse because... you know how fanfiction can be. overall kind of a shrug emoji character for me. then raven happened. i was invested after like 3 days which... wow the power first of all? but also i’ve seen the light and now i am a follower of raven’s gospel. especially her interpretation, which is very spicy and very distinct and now i have trouble picturing draco as anything else. but we don’t know who wrote the original books and they weren’t kind to draco anyway so for all intents and purposes draco is raven’s now. how they play them: ok so like?? raven took this already complex character ( or with potential for complexity ) and went aight imma just... make him a full on person. you can Tell that draco is a product of years and years of labor, research, writing, developing, finding, rewriting, especially in the way that he is still in motion and still growing with threads and developments, you know like a person. he’s so 3d and recognizable with such a clear voice, all the headcanons and details just add up and fit together perfectly to make this deeply tragic and layered character. it is honestly an honor and a joy to witness, raven has so much to say about draco and i want to hear everything!! also the writing.. raven’s writing... i’ve probably said this before but raven’s writing is SO beautiful, just so rich and visual and it takes you on a journey within a journey.. i think we’ve talked about this before but it leaves me in awe every time because i know for a fact that i could never come up with words and metaphors in that way and i enjoy it so, so much. the mun: isn’t talking to me rn bc she’s reading trc and honestly valid op 😔 i’m so so glad we started talking because raven is honestly one of the funniest and coolest people around, her energy is so infectious and her humor immaculate ! we agree on a lot of things and can rant to each other and i think that’s beautiful, plus she’s just such a genuinely kind person who always makes an effort to include you and connect with you which makes it so easy to talk to her. she’s so talented and has such cool and funny ideas literally her mind... in conclusion i’m a raven stan first and a person second.

do i:

follow them: apparently over a long span of time but ya very good choice bby! rp with them: when we get around to it yes! want to rp with them: always with every character ofc !! ship their character with mine: i don’t think it works that way, it’s probably more of a ‘ draco chooses ’ situation so lmk if that ever happens, but i also have a bunch of muses that can be his friends or enemies or colleagues or whatever so hmu 8))

what is my:

overall opinion: i think this sums it up pretty well but i cannot imagine my life without raven and the rpc without draco, i’m so glad we’re friends and she’s introduced me to so many cool things and people and memes... my time on here wouldn’t be half as exciting without her — literally, our gc wouldn’t have happened and expanded like it did without her and it’s literally my fav thing right now. raven deserves only good things !

note: mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

#drcomalfy #vorhersage #treppenwitzz #youthblamed #( i have one purpose in life and one purpose only: stanning raven )#𝐨𝐨𝐜. › answered › i can’t read :(

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out-of-jams · 4 years

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Hi! I just started following bc I read airplane mode (which, holy. freekinn. crows. so good 🥺🥰) so here’s a random drabble request(?) (idea?? Idk I’ve never done this before???) to hopefully help you warm up: Getting home after a really day to your favorite person (idk if they’re an s/o or a best friend or something else) having made you dinner and a movie completely unprompted—but something mayhaps goes wrong?

Hi! I’m glad you like APM!🥰🥰 Also, thank you for the request! :) I’m glad to be your first haha. Writing this literally made me so soft. And I accidentally made it a lot longer than I’d intended. Oops? I hope you like it!!

Pairing: ?/Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Genre: Roomate!au. Soft, soft fluff. A little angst if you literally squint. Small use of bad language.

Listening To As I Write: Serendipity by BTS

You weren’t a philosopher. Hell, the closest you’d ever gotten to the subject was once, when Namjoon had forced you to watch one of his many weird movies. (Not that you’d been able to completely understand it anyway).

But Murphy’s Law was totally kicking your ass.

Because everything that could have possibly gone wrong all day, well, did. And now you were tired and soaking wet from the stupid rain that’d decided to split the sky in half. It’d been sudden. So-much-so that you hadn’t even gotten the chance to take shelter before it completely drenched you, all the way down to your cotton socks.

So to say that you just wanted to get home, take a shower, and bury yourself beneath your freshly washed sheets would have been an understatement. And as you punched the code into the keypad outside your front door and it opened with a chime of a bell, you couldn’t help but uncaringly toe off your shoes and wet socks. You knew that you’d come to regret it later, when your roommate launched them across the room in a hissy fit at them not being put away properly. But you didn’t really care, couldn’t bring yourself to put in the extra effort to move them to the right ten more inches.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion that clouded your brain and prevented you from completely registering your surroundings. Or maybe it was the rain water sticking your eyelashes together and obscuring your vision. Whatever it was, you were completely unprepared for the scene that greeted you as you rounded the wall separating the entrance from the rest of the apartment. And came to a complete halt.

Because your roommate was standing in the middle of the kitchen slicing up what looked to be a homemade pizza. His back was to you, the black and white striped sweater he wore sticking out amongst the brown painted cabinets. And his soft looking blond hair was a styled mess that you knew he most likely spent twenty minutes that morning getting it to look that way.

He was humming quietly beneath his breath, the sound carrying all the way to where you stood. He’d always been a great singer for as long as you’d known him. Which was a long time–three years to be exact. You’d first met through Namjoon, who’d introduced the two of you after realizing that you were both searching for a roommate. Of course, you’d been a little bit skeptical at first; you’d never lived with a man after all. Especially not a complete stranger.

But Park Jimin was nothing short of an absolute sweetheart.

“What’re you doing home?” You asked, watching as he jumped in surprise at the sound of your voice. How had he not heard you come in?

Jimin whipped around with the pizza cutter still in his hand and warm brown eyes blown wide. “You scared me!”

You didn’t even get the chance to formulate a response before his plush lips turned down at the corners. And you could see the concern flash across his face clear as day. “Why are you soaked?”

“If you haven’t noticed,” You pouted and hooked a thumb over your shoulder towards the balcony door, though it was shielded by white curtains. “It’s pouring outside.”

And you knew that you were probably dripping a puddle into the carpet beneath your bare feet, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to be bothered. Jimin, if possible, frowned deeper and set the pizza cutter onto the counter before approaching you.

“You should go take a warm shower.” His hands were on your shoulders now as he gently guided you towards the hallway between the living room and open-concept kitchen. “The pizza should be cooled off by then.”

It was easy not to put up a fight, especially when his warmth seeped through your wet clothes and onto your chilled skin. “Why are you making pizza? I thought you had work today.”

“You texted me that you were having a bad day, remember?” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could quite clearly hear the smile in his adolescent-esque voice. “I finished up early so I could be here when you got home. Now go shower so we can eat.”

If there was any person in the whole universe who had the ability to completely turn your bad days on their axis, it would be none other than Park Jimin. Especially when he gave your shoulders a comforting squeeze before retreating back down the hall. You turned just in time to see the back of his blond head before he disappeared around the corner.

. . . .

You already felt a lot better as you stepped out of the bathroom, steam following in your wake. It may have been from the hot shower that’d eased your tense muscles, but your money was on the aroma of melted cheese and tomato sauce. And on the man who’d made them.

Them being the keyword.

“How many did you make?” The amused awe couldn’t be kept from your voice, nor your face.

When Jimin looked up from the pan he stood over, you rubbed the sleeves of your oversized hoodie across your eyes playfully. Who it belonged to, you had no idea. Though it most likely had originated from his closet since you had a penchant for stealing his clothes. It wasn’t your fault that the man was more stylish than you were.

“A few.” He shrugged. “Just in case.”

“In case what? The zombie apocalypse?”

Jimin softly swatted your hand out of the way when you reached for one of the slices. Out of the four–four!–full sized pizzas that sat on the kitchen counter in all of their gooey, cheesy goodness. It was your favorite comfort food and you were extremely lucky that it also happened to be one of the only dishes Jimin knew how to make.

His sweet laughter filled the room and unconsciously pulled a smile across your own lips. “Just in case, though I think we’ll end up eating them all during the marathon. You don’t have work tomorrow, right?”

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Marathon? What marathon?”

Jimin just gave you a cheeky smile, flashing his cute crooked front tooth, and handed you a plate filled with fresh slices of pizza. And he didn’t answer your question, not at first. Just gestured for you to follow him to the living room where he had blankets, pillows, and drinks lined up on the coffee table.

“The Harry Potter marathon.”

His answer reached your ears from over his shoulder as he settled down on the couch. You weren’t too far behind, plopping down on the opposite end. Though it was pointless, since you’d just end up gravitating towards one another later as he cuddled up next to you.

“You know I love you, right?” The look you sent him was nothing short of grateful. “Like, you’re the best roommate ever.”

Jimin simply settled for sending you a playful wink before clicking on the television. And with the taste of pizza coating your tongue, there was nothing that could possibly ruin your day.

Until the electricity shut off with a loud boom of thunder. Right as the opening credits rolled.

“No.” You threw your head back with a groan, dropping your slice back onto the plate. Of course.

Jimin pouted in the sudden darkness of the living room. And you could just barely make out his head turning towards you as he patted the couch cushions for something. His face lit up in the soft blue light of his cell phone.

“Come here.” He slid his plate of pizza onto the coffee table and gestured for you to lay down in the small space next to him. “I can just rent the movies off Amazon and we can watch it on my phone.”

Well, you weren’t about to turn down that offer. Not when Jimin was the best cuddler you’d ever met.

Which was exactly how you’d found yourself tucked into his side with one of his arms thrown around you and his phone propped up in the other. And as the opening credits played on the small screen, you wouldn’t trade that day for anything.

#bts #bts fic #jimin #namjoon #jimin fluff #r drabbles #drabble requests

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greennct · 5 years

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jisung & the fbi

okay do u guys remember that whole “fbi-agent-watching-me-through-my-computer” meme??? bc thats what the au is based on. why?? i have literally no idea. i am a complete crackhead. i am literally down to a single brain cell at the moment. i apologise for this. 💞💖💘

(3.3k words, wtf?? hopefully some semblance of comedy, and of course, 100% fluff, the only warnings that I could think of is jisung swearing?? if you don’t want to read that then scroll past this is guess lol)

song rec: alfie’s song (not so typical love song) by bleachers

The first time your computer started talking to you was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Mid-May. You had just successfully completed a horrific essay and turned on some music to enjoy a small celebration ceremony, when the chorus of your song was abruptly cut off and replaced by a static-filled recording of a whining voice.

“-yong the microphone’s broken again! I think it’s cause they keep playing Ke$ha too loudly…”

There was a pause as the voice seemed to listen to a reply outside of your earshot. You froze, eyes scanning the room frantically in an attempt to find the culprit of your disturbance.

“Of course I tried turning it on and off again, I’m not a complete idiot!”

Despite the potentially terrifying situation you found yourself in, you couldn’t help but giggle at the clear domestic that you were somehow witnessing. Whoever was complaining so fiercely, kept talking in an unnervingly young-sounding voice, so after a few more minutes of his whining, you decided that they weren’t going to be too much of a threat.

Sitting back down at your desk, you frowned at your laptop. Apart from the word document you had up, ready to send to your professor, and the streaming site for your music, your desktop was completely empty. There was no sign of another person accidentally having facetimed you, which at that point was your main theory for the sudden interruption.

“Hello?”

The pretty much constant monologue you had heard ever since your computer started glitching cut off, as the boy immediately stopped talking. You held your breath, now sure that the situation was not at all to do with a wrong-number. It felt as though you had caught him.

Gaining a little more courage, with the assumption that you were therefore in the right in the situation, you decided to continue. “I know you’re in there, I-”

This time you were interrupted with a scratchy snigger. Perturbed, you frowned slightly, and leaned into your computer. “Well, where are you then? How can you be coming from my computer and not-”

“I’m not actually inside your computer!” came the protest out of your tinny speaker. “You do know that’s not possible, right?”

Glad whoever this was couldn’t see your cheeks suddenly flush red, you replied in a confident tone; “Duh, I was just-“

“No you didn’t, you’re blushing, I can see it!” your computer crowed.

For the first time since he had started talking, you felt a tiny jolt of fear shiver up your spine.

“H- how can you see me?” Your voice was much quieter now.

You expected a menacing reply, since you were now assuming you had been hacked, but the response was in a rambling tone as equally soft as yours.

“Well, technically, I can only see you if your webcam is switched on, but you basically never turn it off, I don’t actually think you know how, but since you watch TV in the other room so much, it’s not like this is constant 24-hour-surveillance, y’know, I-”

“Hang on, you’ve been watching me?” You were filled with indignation, your previous fear forgotten in the anger you felt at the idea of being spied on. “That’s fucked up! Just because you want to fulfil some perverted-“ struggling to find the words, you ended your rant with a confident “I’m calling the police!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you~” the computer sung, “I’m afraid you won’t get very far.”

“Why not?”

“I am the police.”

Another silence. You collected yourself.

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the flying fuck does that mean?” Your voice was so calm and low you swore you could hear a gulp down the other line.

“It’s legal!” Came the eventual squeak. “People have such bad net security these days, they’ll agree to anything just so they can use weird sites, and usually we use it to spy on like, terrorists and stuff, but since it’s only my first few months here and I’m so young Doyoung said I should just watch you for practice, because we’re pretty sure you’re not doing anything illegal, unless you are of course, that’s my job to find out, but you have like, the worst cyber security in the whole city, so-”

“Woah, okay.” You cut off his verbiage for the second time, “You’re telling me...” You paused, frowning as you tried to make sense of what was going on. “You’re allowed to spy on me?”

“Like I said, it’s completely legal.”

“What are you doing with my information?”

“Nothing! I’m just using you to practice my surveillance skills.”

“Oh.” You were surprised to find yourself slightly disappointed in the idea that you were basically the equivalent of a homework assignment for a disgruntled intern. “Okay. I suppose that's fine then.”

The computer snickered again. “As if you had any choice.”

“Hey! At least pretend to let me have some free will!” And with that, you slammed the lip of your laptop shut. Shoving it under your bed, heart pounding, you decided that perhaps you would stay away from technology for a while.

Barely two days later, you had completely given up on your internet detox. You decided that being constantly surveyed by a bodiless voice was infinitely better than being constantly bored with your lack of anything to do. Opening up the computer’s lid for the first time that week, you waited in trepidation as your lockscreen slowly blinked to life.

Silence.

Logging on, you stared into the lens of your webcam, squinting slightly as if you would somehow be able to see the person on the other end. After a few minutes of scrutinising the screen with no response from the other end, you started to doubt yourself. Did a voice really come out of your computer? Looking back, you had been pretty much delirious that day, fuelled by red bull and sleep deprivation. Maybe you had been so happy to have finally finished your assignment, you completely imagined the whole scenario.

Cautiously loading your web browser, you opened up Netflix. Holding your breath, you resumed playing an episode of the show you had been watching for the past few months. It was a comedy, and you found yourself giggling after a while, distracted by the punchlines of the show, distracted by the storyline in spite of your determination to catch out whoever was spying on your computer.

It was only after a particularly funny joke, that you even remembered that you were supposed to be catching the mysterious voice out, to be honest. You heard a tiny giggle a few seconds after the punchline, almost missing it behind the canned laughter that had played on screen. Gotcha.

“Aha!” You gloated, pausing the screen. “I knew I didn’t imagine you!”

“Yes you did, go back to your show, idiot.” Came the reply. And then, a few seconds later, “Shit. The microphone is still broken?”

“Hell yeah it is!” You exclaimed. “Now you’ve gotta tell me your name.”

You had decided, after a few sleepless nights of careful consideration, that there was no way that this so-called ‘agent’ was a threat. He had mentioned something beforehand about the fact he was quite young, and it wasn’t like there was anything incriminating on your computer. He had sounded so scared to have been caught the first time, you almost felt bad for the boy. So, you decided, since you didn’t really have any other plans for that weekend, you would befriend the boy spying on you.

“W-what?” He spluttered. “That’s confidential.”

“But since we’re gonna spend practically our whole lives together now, what with me innocently browsing the internet, and you ruthlessly analysing my every move, I should at least know what to call you!”

“You shouldn’t be talking to me at all,” was the reply.

You pouted. “C’mon, Mr FBI Man! That’s so not fair. You know basically everything about me, and I don’t even get your first name?”

You heard a small sigh. “I’m afraid not.”

“Hmmm.” You pretended to think. “I guess I’ll just have to name you myself, then. What about-”

“No!” He interrupted you. “I’ve seen the list of future baby names you sent your friend at like three in the morning last month. I do not trust your naming choices. Call me...”

You huffed, leaning back in your chair whilst he paused to consider.

“Ji. Call me Ji.”

“Ji? What kind of a name is that?!” You replied. “Ji, Ji, Ji, Ji, baby, baby, baby, Ji-”

“Stop that! God, you cannot sing.”

Unperturbed by his insults, you simply switched to another song. “You’re the Ji-nie in my computer, baby-”

“Really? Insulting both Girls Generation and Christina Aguilera in the same breath? Those lyrics don’t even work.”

“That’s what happens when you give me a crappy name.” You retorted.

He groaned, loudly. “Why, of all the people on the planet I could’ve been assigned to, did I have to get you?”

Much to you and Ji’s surprise, the two of you actually got on surprisingly well. Despite the constant teasing, and snide insults being shuttled back and forth, between the two of you, you found yourself growing a sort of begrudging affection for him. Sure, Ji could be pretty freaking annoying, especially when he distracted you with memes he had found, popping them up on your desktop when you were trying to do work, or spoiling the TV shows you were watching right in the final episode, however you supposed he also had some redeeming qualities.

Firstly, he always seemed to know the best spots around your area for whatever you needed. The cheapest handyman for your broken door hinges? Simple. The closest coffee shop for the least amount of money? Easy. The truth was, Ji seemed to have access to sources your humble Google searches just did not.

His almost magical powers spread online as well. You found yourself being dutifully warned against the scams and spam mail that made its way into your inbox (Though after a while it started disappearing, something you were sure Ji was behind), ads before Youtube videos were eradicated, and God forbid you ever had to pay for shipping.

You also thought, despite himself, the grumpy and sarcastic agent was beginning to develop a fondness for you too. Once, about a month into your ‘friendship,’ you had spent practically an entire afternoon trying to find a shirt you had seen someone on the bus wearing that you thought was stunning. After a copious amount of scrolling, you gave up, but woke the next day to find the very item you had been searching for loaded up on your desktop, your exact size already placed in the shopping cart.

However, sometimes Ji acted... weird. For example, there was the matter of your mirror.

Your apartment was so tiny and cramped, you didn’t have the space, nor the funds for a full-length mirror, and so you could never actually get a clear view of how your outfit looked. After months of contorting yourself to try and fit your whole outfit into the tiny bathroom mirror when you had first moved in, you eventually decided to use the next best reflective surface you had available: your webcam. Each time you went out in the evening, to parties or just to hang out with friends, you turned it on, and twirled around in front of it, unabashed. Since Ji had seen you pretty much dead inside, hair scraped back with massive breakouts from stress, trying to finish assignment at three in the morning, or full on ugly-crying at some sappy animation movie, you had no qualms about parading around in front of your computer when you actually looked nice.

Usually, he just teased you about your sudden change in fashion, alternating between making whooping and vomiting noises, but, just last week, he had acted a little... different.

The exchange had started off as it normally did. “Damn, where are you off to looking like that?!” Ji clamoured. “You’re gonna make people too scared to leave their homes!”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, twirling yourself back and forth slightly. “Do you think I look okay? I'm going on a date.”

And then, there was sudden silence. You turned to the computer, concerned it might have run out of battery, as the last time Ji had paused before answering you was months ago, before the two of you knew each other properly.

“Hello? Earth to Ji?”

“Y-yeah. Um, sorry. Yeah, you look, er...” He cleared his throat. “Nice. I mean, good. I mean-”

“Thanks, Ji! I’ll tell you how it went tomorrow!” Not waiting for his reply, since you were already late, you shut down your computer, and breezed out of the front door.

Of course, with your luck, the date was absolutely horrible. You consequentially spent the following evening recovering from the ordeal, curled up with a pint of ice cream, watching Ratatouille and moaning to Ji about how you would never find love.

“I’m serious! I genuinely am convinced I'm going to die alone.” You whined around a mouthful of Cookies N’ Cream.

“Stop being stupid, you’re very lovable.” Came the instant reply from your computer.

You paused, unsure of how to respond, shocked. At first, your surprise was due to how offhandedly and boldly the boy on the other side of the screen had suddenly delivered the compliment. Then, with a jolt, you realised how quickly your heart had started beating, blood rushing to your face. You had no idea that Ji suddenly had such an effect on you.

“T-thanks.”

“Not that I-” He stopped himself, seemingly struggling to find the right words. “I mean- You’re just-” He sighed, exasperated. “No, yeah, you’re very lovable.”

You giggled at how flustered he was. “So are you, I guess, as far as disembodied voices go.”

You were surprised to find, over the next few weeks, how frequently and easily Ji slipped into your thoughts. Buying a pastry on your way home, you wondered if he had a sweet tooth. Shopping for clothes on the high street, you wondered if Ji was into fashion. Even taking a shower, you wondered what soap he used. Each night, when you lay in your bed, the very subject of your thoughts merely metres away, you cursed yourself for being unable to do more than simply tease him, especially after his comment that night.

You knew it was stupid to start developing a crush on what was practically just a bodiless voice. Even though he shared your taste in pretty much everything, made you laugh harder than many people you knew physically, and did the best impression of Donald Trump you had ever heard, you didn’t know anything about him aside from that. Trying to ask him questions about his home life, you were stopped by a firm “It’s confidential.” Nevertheless, you still found yourself attempting to push the butterflies in your stomach deep down, each time his staticky voice filled your room.

Today, surprisingly, you had managed to keep Ji more or less out of your thoughts. It had been a good day, consisting of a stamp of approval on your end-of-year project from your professor, and a side-splitting lunch with a friend you hadn’t seen in too long. The combination of those two events had you practically skipping down the street on your way home.

You were in a part of town you didn’t really recognise, having just left the restaurant your friend had suggested that the two of you met at, you decided to treat yourself to a cup of iced coffee, in order to energise you for the work you had to do once you got home.

However, your exciting coffee break, and so-far perfect day was of course, brought to an abrupt end. Having literally just received the drink from the barista, you were violently knocked into by a flash of platinum blonde hair, scurrying up to the counter. You dropped the drink immediately, whilst the papers the boy was carrying flew up into the air. Both of your immediately dropped to the floor, in order to pick up his papers. You had been mercifully spared from spilling the drink all over yourself, as you had the common sense to throw it behind you.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy immediately apologised. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”

He stopped when he heard you let out a small gasp. Looking up at you properly for the first time, he saw your eyes go wide, as you recognised his voice.

It would’ve been hard for you to ignore it, since after all, it had been crackling out of the speakers on your laptop for the past is months,

“Ji?” You whispered, scanning his face intently,

You knew that Ji had been young, but you hadn't expected him to be practically your age. You also definitely hadn’t expected him to be so, well... gorgeous.

Blond strands of hair just grazing over deep brown eyes, ridiculously well-proportioned, not to mention beautiful hands you had noticed when he was picking up his papers.

You both rose from the floor, slowly. Apart from the cashier who had started to clean up your spilled drink, it seemed as if no one else in the crowded coffee shop apart from Ji had noticed your entire universe come crashing down around your ears.

“Um...” He was bright red, “I didn’t think I would ever see you in person.” He said, in a much smaller voice.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you at all!” You replied, a smile subconsciously spreading across your face. “I didn’t think you would be so cute!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, mortified that you had blurted out such an embarrassing statement.

Ji grinned at you, tossing his head facetiously. “A bit forward, are we? Barely two minutes after meeting me and you’re already shooting your shot?”

You were pretty sure that the colour of your face was an ever deeper shade of crimson than a stop sign. You opened your mouth, then closed it, unsure of how to rescue yourself from this situation.

“I don’t mind.” Ji leaned in a little closer, and you inhaled slightly. He smelled of fresh laundry and pineapple-flavoured gum. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You barely trusted yourself to nod.

“I think you’re pretty cute t-”

“Park Jisung!” A voice barked from the entrance to the shop. A tall, raven-haired man stood tall in the doorway. “Your lunch break was over half an hour ago! Get back in the office, I’m pretty sure that girl you’re always fawning over is home by no-”

“Coming, Doyoung!” He yelled back, ignoring the dirty looks he was being shot from the other customers for disturbing the quiet ambiance of the café. He turned back to you. “Look, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll-”

“Now, Jisung!” The man, Doyoung, you supposed, interrupted him again.

The boy opposite you sighed, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through this hair. “I’ll talk to you later, I guess. Be online soon, I need to tell you something.” He turned, about to sprint after his superior, who had already stormed away, when you called him back.

“Jisung!” You used his full name, his real name for the first time, enjoying the way it rolled off of your tongue.

He faced you again, confused. “Yeah?”

“Um, nothing. Just-” You leaned up a little (God, he was tall), and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “See you when I get home.”

“Uh- Wha... Um- Yeah, I-”

But you had already left, swishing out of the café, leaving Jisung standing stock still in the middle of the room, left hand touching the invisible mark you had made on his cheek, eyes lit up animatedly as he watched your figure leave his sight, goofy grin spreading across face.

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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Make It Work

Tom and Y/n have to plan a wedding but have no time together.

Request: Hi can you do an imagine with Tom where him and the reader have been dating for a while and are engaged but they are both famous so it’s been rough to find time to be together and plan the wedding and they get frustrated with each other and fight and he goes to RDJ for advice and she goes to his mom and rumors start flying but it ends in fluff? Thank you btw! I love your writing!!!

A/n: A. Concept.

Thanks for the request! It was fun to write.

I tweaked it jussst a little bit where reader isn’t famous, has the regular 9-5, because I imagine that would be more frustrating bc she has time but he doesn’t so she has to sit around waiting for him. Hope that’s okay. You can totally attack me if it’s not, I understand😂

Seven months ago, the love of your life proposed to you. Tom was the best guy you had ever met. He was a literal angel sent from above, and you were over the moon that he loved you as much as you loved him. You wouldn’t change anything about him except for one thing- his schedule. He was always super busy, being one of the world’s favorite movie stars does that sometimes.

Being engaged, you had a lot to plan. A ceremony, a reception, a guest list, dresses and suits, and so much more; Although you loved weddings and you were so excited for your own, you didn’t want to do any of this by yourself. You wanted Tom to be apart of the process- maybe he didn’t care about as much as you do, but you’d still like his opinion and support.

You were sitting at a table eating lunch at work as you looked at some wedding stuff. You were currently thinking about the cakes, your bridal cake and Tom’s groom’s cake. You talked to some girls you work with asking them about their wedding cakes and where they got them. You narrowed your choices down to three. You wanted to schedule a day that you and Tom could do a cake tasting to decide what you wanted.

You pulled your phone out to call Tom, hoping he would be able to give you an actual answer. Every time you try to talk to him about the wedding planning or ask him questions, he always answers with ‘I don’t know right now’ or ‘I’ll think about it’ or ‘I’ll tell you later’. It was so frustrating.

“Hey, darling,” Tom answered the phone. “What’s up?”

“Hey, when are you going to be home? You said sometime next week, right?” You asked him.

“Yeah, about that. There was a problem with something so our schedule got pushed back. I won’t be able to make it for another month or two.”

“Tom,” you asked in shock. He told you earlier this week that he would have a few days off next week, and you would be able to get some of your planning done.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I can’t help when this stuff happens,” Tom told you. You began to feel annoyed, not wanting to talk anymore but not hanging up the phone either. “What was happening- why did I need to be home next week.”

“I was looking at some cake stuff, and I wanted to schedule a day to go to these bakeries for cake tastings, but I’ll guess to put that off for another month too.” You felt your eyes begin to well up with a few tears. You were suppose to have fun planning your wedding, not postpone and push planning back because your fiancé can’t get away from his job for two seconds.

“Y/n, it’s cake. Just pick something and move on,” Tom told you.

“Tom, you can’t just call up a bakery and everything be great. Some places have shitty cake so we have to go to the place and make sure we actually like their recipes. We have to pick flavors. You have a groom’s cake- you have to choose what you want that to look like. I don’t know if you want Spider-Man or golf or what. I can’t just pick something, Tom. I have to make decisions and it would be much more helpful if I had a fiancé that was willing to help me,” you huffed out.

“I am more than willing to help you, but I have responsibilities and a job to do. I can’t just walk away because my girlfriend can’t chose a fucking cake flavor. Stop being so ridiculous, y/n.” You felt a tear fall from hearing him so mean towards you.

“You could at least act like you care,” you said, voice cracking slightly.

“I do care, y/n, but I can-“ Tom started to say before you cut him off.

“But you can’t be available for me. I get it, go back to your work that’s obviously way more important than your fiancée and your wedding,” you said before hanging up the phone. You saw Tom’s name flash across the screen calling you back. You denied the call and immediately turned your phone off, going back to work.

// Tom pov //

Tom tried to call back and rolled his eyes when he realized you had shut your phone off. He couldn’t believe how childish you were being. You were upset with him because of cake? It’s ridiculous. He walked toward the catering on set and sat down at the table with Robert, Zendaya, and Jacob. They immediately noticed how pissed off he was.

“What happened?” Jacob asked him.

“Y/n called me- I told her I wouldn’t be home for a while because of scheduling and she freaked out because she needs me to be with her to taste cakes. It’s stupid. She’s acting like a bratty little kid,” Tom ranted to his friends and costars. “She hung up on me and turned her phone off.”

“Wow,” Zendaya said in disbelief. “You don’t realize how wrong you are, do you?” Tom threw his hands up in confusion.

“What am I doing wrong? It’s a fucking cake- we all know what cake tastes like,” Tom tried to defend himself before looking to Robert. “You’re the married one- Isn’t she being ridiculous acting like this over cake?”

“Tom, it isn’t about the cake,” he said as he tried to get Tom to understand. “This is something that happens once in a lifetime. That girl has probably dreamed about getting married and having a wedding since she was little. She wants her day to be perfect, and she wants to plan it with her betrothed by her side. She wants to share this time with you- have fond memories to look back on, and you aren’t giving her that. You’ve been engaged for seven months, and how much have you done to participate in planning your wedding?”

“Nothing,” Tom said as he sighed in defeat.

“And that shows her that you don’t care. I know you care- all of us know you care, but you need to show y/n that you do because that’s all that matters.”

“What am I suppose to do though? This is still my job. I can’t get on a flight every time she asks me to.”

“But she’s also a priority, your highest priority, and you have to schedule time for her- exclusively for her,” Zendaya said. “Don’t let work keep you from giving her the time and attention she deserves, that you both deserve.”

“You should talk to Jon,” Jacob chimed in. “He’s not heartless, I’m sure he’d give you time to be with her if you need it. And looking at what I just saw, I’d say you really need it.”

Tom clinched his jaw as he thought about what his friends told him. He nodded his head before taking a deep breath.

“Right, I’ll go do that now,” Tom said as he stood up. “Thanks for the advice, guys.”

“Let me know how it goes,” Robert requested. Tom nodded his head telling him he would and walked to find the director of the film.

// Your pov //

You were finishing up your shift at work before heading to Tom’s family home to have dinner. His family was always so welcoming and loving to you, they often invited you to join them for dinner and tonight was one of those nights.

You were still upset with Tom from your conversation earlier. You can understand that he wasn’t able to come home due to scheduling, but it was almost like he wasn’t willing to try and make time to be with you. Whatever they told him was it, no questions or comments about it. It was super frustrating but it is what it is, you guess.

You turn your phone back on as you walked to the parking lot and to your car. You saw you had three missed calls from Tom and a text.

Thomas❤️: Call me when you decide to turn your phone back on

You could almost hear the attitude behind the words. You checked your other notifications before putting your phone in your pocket and driving away. You pulled into Nikki and Dom’s driveway, walking into the house and heading straight for the kitchen.

“Hey, y/n,” Paddy said as he saw you first. He was sitting at the table doing his homework while Nikki was cooking dinner.

“Hey, Paddy. Nikki,” you greeted as you placed your bag on one of the chairs.

“Hi, darling. How are you?” She asked.

“I’m good- glad the days almost over. Can I help you with anything?” You offered.

“No, I got it. Thank you though,” she replied with a smile. “Had a bad day?”

You sat in the chair across from Paddy as you talked to Nikki. You lightly shook your head before venting to your soon-to-be mother in law, if Tom could show his face and plan a wedding.

“I got in an argument with Tom and...” you began to say. You sighed as you thought of the right words to tell her. “I feel like he doesn’t care about trying to have a wedding. Like he’d rather just show up and get it over with, and I don’t want that, you know? I mean, I understand girls are always more excited for weddings than boys, but he could at least pretend he cares.”

“What did he do?” Paddy asked. You felt bad talking badly about his brother in front of him because you knew how much he looked up to Tom.

“He told me that I was being ridiculous because I want him to be involved with the wedding planning,” you answered looking toward Nikki as you finished your sentence.

“He doesn’t mean it, y/n. He loves you, and I’m sure he wants that just as much as you do but he’s probably wrapped up in work and filming. He can’t drop that whenever he wants. I wish it was easier for you but that’s life.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “It’s just so frustrating when he says he can come home one week but changes it the next. I can’t do anything with that.”

“I know, darling. But just remember, this is just a moment in time. Soon, you’ll be married and happy,” Nikki started to say.

“And then you’ll only have to worry about if he put the toilet seat down or not,” Paddy chimed in making you and Nikki laugh.

“Exactly,” Nikki said pointing to Paddy. “Don’t stress yourself out trying to get everything planned. Enjoy yourself and this time you have because before you know it, you’ll be walking down that isle and it’ll be a brand new day from there. New memories, new challenges, new arguments, new achievements- think about that when you get upset with him because that’s why you’re doing all this, that’s why it matters to you.”

“Thanks, Nikki,” you told her. She always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. You were so grateful that, along with a great boyfriend and fiancé, you also gained an amazing family that loved and supported you as if you were their own.

Three days later, you were at work filling out paperwork. You hadn’t talked to Tom since the argument- you always missed him when he called and he always missed you when you called. It was frustrating, but you reminded yourself of Nikki’s words and it made you feel better.

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice say. “I was looking for someone- about yea-high, (your color) hair, (your color) eyes, a bit temperamental but hot as fuck.” You were so focused on your work, you didn’t even recognize the voice until you looked up, seeing Tom standing in front of you.

“Tom,” you gasped in surprise as you stood up, walking around the desk and hugging him. He held you tightly, rubbing your back as he buried his face in your neck.

“What are doing here?” You asked as you pulled away from him. He wiped your eyes as a few tears escaped.

“I talked to Jon,” he started to tell you. “When you hung up the phone, I was so upset with you- I won’t deny that, but I spoke to Robert and he told me how much of an asshole I was being. And I went straight to Jon and told him I needed to be with you for a while. I’m sorry for being such a dick, and I promise I’ll make up for it. I love you, and I want to help you plan for the wedding- from cakes to colors, even down to the napkins. I want to be with you and help you and support you. If you still want me too, at least.”

“That’s all I wanted,” you told him before looking down. “I’m sorry, too. You have a crazy schedule, and I can’t expect to be the top priority every time. I didn’t mean to stress you out or upset you when you really couldn’t get here.”

“That’s my job,” Tom started to say. “But my job is also to treat you the way you deserve and be there for you. That is my top priority from now on. You are my top priority. I can’t promise I’ll be able to drop everything at a moment’s notice, but I do promise to make an effort for you.” Tom reached out to grab you again, pulling you to him for another hug. “I love you, y/n,” he said placing a kiss to your head.

“I love you, Tom.”

I don’t know who the hell is in charge on movie sets but I’ll stick with Jon bc he’s the only one I know.

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