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c0rvusx2 · 5 months

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Wolf-ji 🤡

Toji x fem!reader

17+: Toji being a perv, swearing, described nudity I think. Somewhat creepy ig, he likes watching you do stuff. No smut, but it’s kinda spicy. Use of 2nd POV (you, your) rather than 3rd (she,her).

Notes: Keep in mind that he has the mind of a human, so don’t take it wrong 🤝 This man is my brain rot 🤤 lmk if I need to raise the age warning

Genre: Fluff/Crack, spicy idk

Toji had no fucking clue where he was. He expected hell to be… a lot less looking like a city alleyway. He tried to lift himself, rather than feeling like his legs they were bent at an uncomfortable looking angle. Pain flared in his left arm, he bent his head to see a bullet wound, a nasty one that kept on bleeding.

“The fuck?” He stretched as best he could, looking around for some sort of item that would give him his reflection. Luckily, there was a abandoned mirror, cracked and without purpose. Toji began to limp over to the reflector, his legs stiff rather than it’s normal nimble movements.

“Oh fuckin’ hell-“

Okay, so maybe going grocery shopping late at night might be a bad idea—especially since there’ll be all sorts of creeps walking around. Not to mention it’s freezing out there, but it’s too late. You’ve already stepped out of the store and onto the empty sidewalk, and if this was the Wild West there’d be tumble weeds rolling from view. You shiver, beginning your journey back to the safe confines of your home.

The store you frequented was your favorite, and the farthest… so to save time you’d take shortcuts through alleyways. Today would be the first time you were doing it late at night.

You stare into the darkness of the passageway in front of you, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “Quick… nice and quick…” you hype yourself up before storming ahead, using a quick pace to get you to the other side. The deeper you went, the darker it became and soon the only thing illuminating the alley was the clouded moonlight from above.

From ahead of you, you suddenly see a pair of eyes, gazing right back at you with a stern emerald green color.

You screamed as the eyes began to rapidly get closer, accompanied by the sounds of claws hitting against the ground. You dodged, reversing yourself and pressing your back to the alleyway’s wall. A harsh tug came from your grocery bag, which almost ripped your arm right off your torso. Muffled growling came from the creature that was trying to steal your food. Luckily, you recognized the creature that was attacking you, it was some dumb dog.

This made you enraged and frustrated, this shit costed you a good chunk of the money saved from the leftovers after you payed bills—and the bills around here ain’t cheap.

“Bitch!-“

🌌

Toji is one lucky bastard. Perhaps this was god giving him a 2nd chance at life- their weird way of dishing out redemption.

Somehow, he was able to worm his way into the chick-he-was-about-to-rob’s heart. Life’s good for the man-turned-wolf, he’s got free food, a roof to live under, and no rent to pay. A bargain in his mind. The only downside being he won’t be able to fuck around anymore, and he sure as hell is NOT gonna fuck a dog.

You felt bad for the dog, the moment you saw it’s form when you scrambled out the alleyway. It wasn’t scrawny, but it wasn’t very lean either. It had a scar present on the right side of it’s mouth, sharp green eyes and dirty matte black fur. It sustained a limp arm, a recent wound most likely the reason why it didn’t go all out on you.

You couldn’t really just walk away from a hurt animal, the guilt would eat you up the moment you turned your back. You were also studying to be a vet, moments like this were what you meant for. So you left some food, ran home to fetch a med kit, and returned with your car.

Here you were now, caring for one big ass dog who kept stealing your food—even though you bought him his own food.

You named him Toji, mainly because that scar on the dogs mouth was hella familiar to the Toji you fawned over in Jujutsu Kaisen. He looked at you weirdly when you said that, but snorted a moment later and stalked off to your TV set.

The strange thing about him was that he apparently knew how to operate cable TV, which amazed you yet weirded you out at the same time.

You noticed Toji naps a lot, and wakes up whenever you turn on Netflix. He’ll eagerly sit next to you, sometimes snacking (read stealing) popcorn whenever you make some.

For some reason he likes tuning in whenever you play any anime episodes, especially Jujutsu Kaisen. Whenever Fushiguro comes onto screen Toji’s fluffy tail begins to wag a bit, which you giggle at. He’ll catch you looking and snap at you, which causes you to furthermore laugh at. In the end he’ll end up tackling you onto the couch.

🌌

Toji often feels bored in your household. Nothing really for him to do since he’s apparently a dog now. Nothing to do other than follow you into the bathroom whenever you’re going to shower, keeping a keen eye on every curve of your body. Nothing to do other than watch the fat of your ass lower into his view when you have to bend over to clean up a mess you of him might’ve made.

Nothing to do other than create smutty fantasies of you in his head from when he was human, imagining what your cute little moans would sound like with you under him. Nothing to do other than watch your tits bounce whenever you two go out for a jog in the early morning. Nothing to do other than take a nap between your legs, resting his head on your stomach or between your breast whenever he can. Nothing to do but wish your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock instead of that popsicle you were sucking on a hot summer day.

Toji was a lucky bastard. And lucky bastards get what they want.

🌌

“Toji? Toooojiiii, breakfast! Where’d the hell you go?” You called out, turning the house upside down as you looked for him.

“Toji?” The only place you haven’t looked was the guest bathroom, and currently the door was closed shut. You could hear shuffling from inside, which made you wonder how the dog could’ve closed the door. Without warning, you swiftly pulled open the door.

“What’s going on in her-“ You stopped mid sentence, mouth agape at the figure who stood in front of your bathroom’s vanity. You both stared each other down, your eyes blown wide open while his were glued to yours without emotion. It was a stare down for what seemed like ages, until the familiar man broke the silence.

“What?”

You screamed, and you wished it was without the s because it was embarrassing. He flinched at your volume and seemed to disappear for millisecond, only to return right in front of you, hand on your mouth.

“Jesus Christ- I know you’re a loud mouthed brat but now’s not the time to scream yer’ lungs out,” He huffed, “You can do that later,” The man smirked, you could feel your face flush a bit. After a sec, he hesitantly let go of your mouth. Your mouth was left agape again as Hulu blinked wildly in disbelief at the hulking man in front of you.

“I- wait a fucking second… where’s my dog!?” The man just deadpanned at you, you took this time to eye him up and down. His skin tight shirt had a massive part of it missing on it’s left side, dark splotches of blood surrounding it. The familiar man, however, seemed completely fine.

“C’mon, is it not obvious!?”

“No!? It’s not possible for some anime character to come to life!?” At this you dashed out the room, running into the kitchen to nab your phone to call 911. Before you could even pick it up from the counter, the phone was snatched at lightning speed.

“Hey-!” You whipped around, immediately meeting a stone hard chest.

You were trapped.

“What do I gotta do to prove ‘m real, huh?”

💫

Omfg this is so ooc 💀 writing in character is hard.

If anyone’s confused Toji died and reincarnated into a dead dog’s body that looks exactly like him. During the night get went back to the jjk dimension, shibuya happens, and he returns back human.

Not proofread 🤡

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #crack #fluff #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #Wolf toji #Toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #drabble #perv toji #A lil ooc #A lil bit of anime spoilers #Toji

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xamaxenta · 4 months

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Motorcycle/racing au

Ace is a runner up for championship in the cyclist game (idk if that’s a thing but whatever) during the day he is a rags to riches story. Kid from the streets getting sponsored to race. But at night he still races illegally with the underground. His Fiercest competition is a ghost rider called ‘Phoenix’ a high tech racer who sports top of the line bike and equipment they show up at the starting line and never take off their Helmet.

Marco Newgate is the man everyone loves and pities simultaneously. A world renowned racer grounded by A crash that left him with a metal plate in his skull a cane and a contract that banned him from ever racing professionally again. Still he shows up to every race, the sides of his head cleanly shaved so everyone can see the scar that keeps him from the track. Hes a warning to all racers “be careful, don’t end up like me”

Of course just because he can’t do it professionally doesn’t mean the star doesn’t race anymore. (For some reason no one thinks a guy with a cane can ride, so no one connects the dots to a wealthy philanthropist and the ghost rider whose been haunting street races)

They take off a glove and ace shamelessly stares at the exposed skin. Bare Cuticles draw him in like a naked body. Phoenix holds up their phone.

‘Close your eyes’

Ace slams his eyes closed before he processes the request. A click echoes through the night bouncing off streetlights and fading. A rustle, Ace won’t peak, he won’t peak he won’t.

A sliver of light barely entered his cornea before a warm hand slowly covers his line of sight. Ace stops breathing. The world stops, 4 blocks down a car alarm screams into the night.

Plush lips press against his and Ace soars. He gasps breathing in the smell of gasoline and leather. Phoenix pulls away after a few seconds, leaving ace mouthing at the air, a man of famine presented with a feast.

When he opens his eyes again phoenix is gone. The car alarm blares into the silence.

BMX aus are always so fun and as always your brain is so huge

Also Marco with a cane lives rent fuckin free in my head, like normally I give the cane concept to Sabo bc fucked leg etc but Marco after a race accident AAA

ace yearning after a legend, aesthetically fucks, every time he smells leather and gasoline hes popping a half chub likw nobodies business

Marco having a sick undercut half shaved look also lives rent fucking free idk man i have nothing else to add except that i love u and i love this this is perfect

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blonditarot · 6 months

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How does Changbin view Stray Kids?

Bangchan

Family and home. They’ve known each other for so long that Channing sees him as his own blood. A relative that will always take his side and support him. He wants him and Chan to hang out even when they get old (think elderly old). Could even see him as a familiar soulmate. If he gets married we can expect Chan to be his best man or be very close to the newlyweds. Idk I just get the feeling Changbin wants to have Chan in big events of his life forever. As I’m typing this he keeps whispering in my ear “and don’t forget to mention how amazing that man is”, how proud he is to be his friend, how strong and kind he is, how they’ve made it together trough all the obstacles. He doesn’t see him as a friend but as a brother. Sorry Changbin let’s move to Minho

Lee Know

Okay so first I heard of how beautiful that man is Binnie’s eyes, but also how fruitful and well built his body is. Empress is a woman and she’s graceful. Minho is graceful on the stage just like the empress. He’s skilled and successful that he doesn’t have to improve anymore because perfection has already been achieved. Just like in Bangchan’s reading we have the justice. He’s fair. Channing also trusts Minho’s judgment and goes to him when he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do. Minho will break every problem into pieces and help him get clarity while staying subjective

Hyunjin

Captivating eyes 😭😭 Srlsy first thing I noticed was the king of swords eyes and well defined face. The perfect visual. Also someone wealthy and satisfied with his life. Again but this time he thinks Hyunjin achieved so much he can now sit back on his throne and watch blessings unravel in front of him. Dear friend of his. Funny and cheerful even if he holds that shield like the king of swords he I still someone he likes to spend time with

Han

Born under the lucky star. Extremely talented and divinely protected. He trusts Han a lot. He sees him as family just like Bangchan. He has built the ground to the life he has now with him by his side. He cares for him a lot and is scared that his overworking himself. His current life style isn’t good for him. He should brake a little and rest more or he will burn out way too soon.

Felix

Felix comes from a happy family. He’s wealthy and over the years he has proven his work and established his position as an idol. He’s giving but not just in the meaning of charitable, but he gives his whole self into every project he starts. It doesn’t matter if he’s planning a friend’s birthday party or performing on stage. Everything he does must turn out perfect because he will make sure it will come out like this. Felix has many options ahead of him but he isn’t waiting for them. He is working hard for them to get them himself

Seungmin

Changbin thinks people underestimate Seungmin. He has way more to offer that people imagine. He’s strong willed and passionate. He isn’t scared to take action and make some fast decisions. At the same time he doesn’t loose himself in the industry. He knows what he’s supposed to hold onto and doesn’t go for cutting someone’s throat to win. He knows what’s important in life. He’s kind, emotionally mature and helpful. Changbin thinks one day Seungmin will be the brightest star we’ve ever seen. He just still haven’t raised to his full potential

I.N

They might have a rough beginning but it’s nothing serious. It’s literally something minor that still lives in Binnie’s head rent free but it happened long time ago. I’d say it’s long past expiration date. It’s was some sort of a misunderstanding and a clash of two different views. It caused their relationship develop slowly, with a delay and carefulness. But with the star they are friends. Changbin is still healing from this but I have a sense that with the star and the high priestess somewhere deep down he knows he’ll get over this and they will be closer then ever. Changbin wants to improve their relationship and it will happen

#kpop tarot #stray kids tarot #changbin tarot

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corujalesbica · 1 year

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OK so I couldn't sleep last night. Cue-

Dabihawks number 1 hero x number 1 villain au

OK so basically au that takes place after the war is over. Endeavor is either dead or arrested, Shigarakis dead ( my poor smol boy :c ) and All for One is defeated. Cue Keigo is the number one hero and dabi scapes and decides to keep the League of Villains alive as its new leader, recruiting new members with the sole purpose of helping people who are still forgotten by society + being a chaotic little shit. So yeah he's the most wanted villain in Japan. Aaannnndddd

Theyre dating. And living together. Yeah.

They actually managed to get together a pretty good plan to reform hero society. Their actions, much as they seem random are always coordinated with the others with the goal of changing a quirkish society from the inside and from the outside.

They fell in love when Hawks was a spy and somehow sorted their shit out during the war. And you know what- Here's a quick scene on that.

*******

The wind is quiet tonight, but strong nevertheless. Hawks can always get a grip on these things, his feathers react to the weather quickly, staying glued to him with more force than necessary. Right now, he's in the eye of the storm, and that has absolutely nothing to do with the wind. Before him stands a man as broken as him, scars covering half of his ever healing ever hurting body, blue eyes meeting his with a piercing gaze. He wants answers, wants an explanation. Keigo wont give it to him.

"Kiss me" He says turning on his heels. He's not scared of this anymore. He won't hold back any longer.

"What ?" Dabi sounds angry, but Hawks knows he's just sad. Lonely.

"You heard me" Keigo takes a step forward "Kiss. Me." Dabi seems to consider it. Hawks is a traitor, but he already knew that. They are in opposite sides of a never ending war, and they have been from the moment they were born. The son of a villain who became a hero. The son of a hero who became a villain. And they fell in love like a knife strikes a pulsing heart ; certain and deadly. The moment seems to last forever, and when he finally decides to lean in for a kiss, Hawks puts a finger on his lips. "But do it like you mean it. Kiss me like you mean it, Touya."

"Touya Todoroki is dead." Dabi says it simply, matter of factly, still inches away from the blonde man. "Touya Todoroki," Hawks wraps his arm around the others neck, enlacing his fingers in white hair. "-is Dabi. Touya Todoroki was a broken kid, from what I am told. And Dabi is someone who wants revenge for that child. I want you to kiss me like neither and both. Love me not to forget from your past and not, so I will tell you secrets from the heroes afterward. Love me because you're you and I am me. Kiss me like you mean it. Just it. Nothing and no-one but you and me"

"And if you can't, I'll walk away. If you can't, then there's no reason to stay. If you can't-"

He loses his words, his breath, in Dabis mouth. And he can let go of the worry. Hawks can take that as a yes, as if there were no heroes and no villains, no one else in the world but the two of them. And Touya was kissing him because he meant it.

**********

I just needed that scene out of my head, it was living rent free there. Anyways, back to the au. Now to mislead any enemies from both sides they both decide to invent fake boyfriends. Dabi manages to hide his scars with LOTS of make up and idk if he can take out the staplers but for the sake of our story yes he can. So he hides his scars, puts on a ginger wig and pretends to be this nice little doctor after Hawks officially comes out as bisexual to the press.

As for Hawks,he pretends to be a drug dealer who travels to other countries a lot for business and for that reason is not that present for the leagues shenanigans, also he dresses in all black (he steals dabis clothes for this and he loves it. Dabi pretends to hate it but Hawks goes 'cmon babe is for the sake of the mission :) ' ) I can also imagine him putting on tons of eyeliner for this and most importantly he wears the same wig Dabi does when he pretends to be a doctor, because they find it funny that some people have the theory that 'doctor ' and 'drug dealer ' are the same person cheating on Hawks with Dabi and vice versa.

Anyways I love them and I want them to rule Japan and also rule the world and-

#hawks x dabi #dabihawks au #dabi x hawks #dabihawks #hotwings #toukei #touya todoroki #dabi #hawks #keigo takami

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just-wublrful · 24 days

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ask meme. um you know m night shyamalan movies and madoka so. um. sniles. kyoko sakura

favorite thing about them

she cares so much... i honestly think she's probably the second kindest character right after madoka out of the holy quintet it just takes forever for people to see it. her thing with food, the way she's always like i'm not going to get involved!! 🙄 (gets involved) she's really just. I love the dichotomy of her personal philosophy of living selfishly and yet being unable to do just that. she's so good

least favorite thing about them

she's protestant (JOKE)

favorite line

"Go inside and break his arms and legs so that he can't play the violin anymore. Make it so that he'll need your help to do anything. That way, he'll be all yours. Be it his heart or his body, it's all yours.

If you're too much of a wimp, then I'll do it for you. Consider it a favor from another Magical Girl. It's no big deal.."

SHE WAS SO INSANE FOR THIS IT WAS SO FUNNY... HONEST TO GOD THIS MOMENT LIVED RENT FREE IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG IT WAS INSPIRING

brOTP

Honestly her and Homura... they get eachother I think (exhausted from the trauma of losing the people you love and having to do everything independently). Their co-conspirator vibes in the series that are like. Expanded upon in Rebellion are so cute.

OTP

Sigh i'm a basic kyousaya shipper... that scene in rebellion was so... it's the not wanting someone to fall into the same trap you did all those years ago but not being able to walk away

Also i think kyouko/mami should get to be bitter exes idk they're funny that way to me. The fact that she shows up in mitakihara because she hears that mami has passed and that was her territory... god. (Hasn't read the A Different Story manga but man...)

nOTP

I don't think anyone does this but if you ship her and yuma chiitose... stay away that's her adopted younger sister figure that she uses to cope with her loss

random headcanon

hrmm she'll eat anything but if she gets the chance she like to make food taste good... maybe she used to cook for/with her family before everything went to shit

unpopular opinion

i wouldn't know i'm not in fandom... lol

song i associate with them

Head in hands i don't have any songs i really associate with her off the top of my head... i used to listen to and i'm home by (checks wiki holy fuck wowaka???) all the time as a kid though

favorite picture of them

forever iconic. god

#asks #HI VANS MY FRIEND VANS :DD

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 9 months

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Oo, I might have a few questions about the monster sillies. (sorry it’s gonna be Adam and Mark again because both those guys just live rent free in my head weather it be canon or au.)

How do the other bps members handle Adam when he goes silly mode, does he like run off before it happens? Or does he stay in the house and keep himself in his room or something?

idk what exact questions to ask for Mark sooo- just anymore knowledge/facts you can dump on us. I just want to know more about him and how he’s fairing. Silly shadow man.

THE SILLIES.

For Adam. He normally runs off before anything happens, but I think Sarah and Jonah know. Though, Jonah has long since moved out after learning Adam's a fucking werewolf- /lh

Sarah is still. kinda scared of him for understandable reasons. Though she understands that Adam. is still a person outside of that whole thing. an asshole, but still a person.

As for Mark, he. ran away from home in 1992. never contacted his family and friends again since then. as of 2009, he's living in an apartment somewhere in Bythorne, and is doing. fine. he's gotten used to his shadow monster status, though is. still scared of himself. also Fun fact!!! He actually interacts with Jonah semi often, as Jonah works graveyard shift at a local store that Mark stops at in the middle of the night. Jonah doesn't know his name, and Mark rarely speaks but. they're fine with each other, even if Mark's unnerving energy makes the hairs on Jonah's neck stand up.

#asks are neat #tmc monster au #monster adam #shadow mark #the sillies....the guyes...

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boundinparchment · 4 months

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Karina crumbs please? 🥺 For both fics? 🥺

Of Blood and Sparks verse 2:

Karina travels to Inazuma, still frustrated with Zhongli, and doesn’t necessarily get along with Traveler

She sees certain signs of Fatui interference and in the back of her mind, she’s like “not again.” as Thoma discusses the civil war and the vision hunt decree.

I believe I have her hiding her vision and working for the Kamisato household for a while since her vision doesn’t work, etc.

At some point, she goes to confront the Shogun and demand an answer, but ends up detained by the Fatui first. This is blurry for me, I never had a good plot for the second fic

All in all, she doesn’t get the answers she wanted and Ayaka suggests going to the Narukami Shrine; perhaps Yae can help.

something something embracing fate Karina cries and returns to Liyue and forgives Zhongli

ummmmm don’t ask me what happens with Rhiannon meanwhile because I never had that plotted out

OBAS Verse 3:

Decided to bite the bullet and return to Fontaine. Does not follow game’s events at all

Rhiannon has been helping test a weapon that evaporates Fontaine’s drinking water and leaves behind a miasma that slowly kills people.

Major class divides, people suffering and disenfranchised

Karina having to bring her case back to Neuvillette and lacking evidence without Rhiannon or Dottore

sisterly reunion of a sort, doesn’t go very well, Karina is a coward

Celestia decides it wants to nail Fontaine something something working together with the Fatui

Karina gets her vision back by embracing fate

isk Fontaine is saved and everyone lives this one isn’t even outlined it just lives rent free in my head

The Heretic and the Forsaken Verse 1.5

Some time passes; Omega culls the Segments while Prime is in the lab

Prime collapses, entirely unresponsive, and Karina is left to control the lab

Meant to be a precursor to TMWYWB (man, I need a different title)

The Heretic and the Forsaken Verse 3

Fontaine, plot retconned a little. The Fatui are helping to build the project in the Fortress; class imbalances; Fontaine is the same but different

Struggling with their professional bond due to Dottore's last words to her

Pantalone and Dottore are the ones in Fontaine

Unrelated to the disappearing women, there's still a pattern that Karina thought would have stopped by now. Which means her old boss Sebastian is still up to his nonsense and no one stopped him.

The Whale Might Still Be a Thing, I Haven't Decided

Karina's old boss confronts her and challenges her to a duel in the prison's fight ring.

Karina slaughters Sebastian but not before he manages to distract her and take her arm. Literally. Bloody and without a dominate arm, she manages to kill him once her blood congeals and turns into a massive claw in place of her arm (remember when he injected her with weird shit?). Most canon cast is witness. Dottore is the one to shrug off his coat, scoop her up, and take her and her errant arm out of the arena.

He makes her a prosthetic; the hand is more like a claw but works just fine

Something something they make up kisses against her back as he works on the circuitry.

By the time the whale comes into play, she's fixed and can finally utilize that stupid rail gun from the first fic.

Something something Fontaine is protected, Karina mourns, maybe she never gets her vision back but at least she has someone to lean on idk anymore T_T

#oc: karina alexandre #juni chats #since I'm liable not to get to these for a while I'm okay putting this out there <3

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1-800-hellraiser · 2 years

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My Andre Lee Headcanons

These are some of my Andre headcanons because he lives in my head rent free. I have Inside Job braintot lol. If you have different headcanons of him that's fine, these are just personal ones :)

Cw for drug use and drug making

Sfw!

♧ Andre has sensory issues with certain fabrics. Specifically with velvet and wool. Velvet rides up easily and makes his skin itchy, and wool gets stuck on the dead skin on his hands. It makes him very uncomfy :(

♧ He LOVES grilled cheese. He lived off of grilled cheeses along with Ramen when he was in college. If you can make him a good grilled cheese, mans is head over heels with you immediately.

♧ We all know Andre is an EDM type of guy mostly, but his guilty pleasure is pop music. He is a Belieber and a Directioner, he has been since 2012. He also listens to the Twilight movie soundtrack once a month, it heals his soul.

♧ Andre owns a pair of the Balenciaga platform crocs courtesy of Gigi during an annual Secret Santa. He wears them to raves and semi-formal Cognito events.

♧ The crocs came with charms too. He wears them on his regular crocs though because he usually doesn't wear the platform ones to work.

♧ Myc is Andre's best friend no doubt but he's actually really good friends with Gigi too. They go clubbing and bar hopping sometimes when they're both free.

♧ Andre and Myc did date for a while, but they didn't stay together because they thought they would just be better off as friends.

♧ Andre's favorite soda is Sprite, no I will not elaborate

♧ Andre can't drive for shit (to be fair he is high most if not all of the time). He has totaled the Cognito company van MULTIPLE times. So he's not aloud to drive anymore. It has to be literally anyone else but Andre.

♧ I feel like Andre is the type of guy to vape instead of smoke cigarettes. He thinks they taste gross and would rather have like a Piña Colada flavored Hyde or something like that. Myc teases him for it lmao. If Andre's vaping and Myc walks (scuttles? Idk) into the room he'll make a comment like "it smells like a high school bathroom in here."

♧ It's heavily implied that Andre is queer. I see him as Pansexual and Transgender. He uses He/Him pronouns.

♧ It's canon that Andre grew up with strict Christian parents, I think he's done drugs before but managed to hide it from his parents. Nothing hard, but he has smoked weed at sleepovers with his friends before. The only way he could get away with it is because he would wash his clothes that he smoked in and his parents wouldn't know.

♧ But as soon as he moved out, he started getting into hard stuff. He wasn't scared of trying new drugs and drinking because his parents weren't able to dictate what he did anymore. Sure they don't approve of his lifestyle now, but he doesn't care what they think.

♧ Andre still watches cartoons because bright animated tv show goes brrr. He watches My Little Pony with Myc a lot.

♧ I think Andre uses drugs to cope with his OCD and Tourettes because he HATED taking his medication for it. His medication would make him feel horrible, so when he found out he could use other drugs to cope with it he was ecstatic.

♧ When Andre was hired into Cognito, he started doing so many drugs. Ofc the government has access to so many unlisted drugs that nobody could find anywhere else. But his job also have him access to a lab where he could just make his own drugs.

♧ He definitely watches RuPaul's Dragrace. His outfits are so,,, just,,,,, I can't put it into words but I feel like he has an appreciation camp fashion and drag queens.

♧ Like in Blue Bloods when he wears that outfit to the Reptoid gala. You can't tell me he's not inspired by camp fashion.

#ily <3333 #ilysm <333 #<3 <3 <3 #inside job #andre lee #inside job andre lee #drugs tw #drugs cw #sfw #safe for work

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dawdlecentric · 10 months

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I wanna draw smth for pride month but I never got around to finishing it

Dang I can't even draw my fixations from last year. Now they just piled up bc idk how else to express my love for them

What I thought was 'art block' last year and the year before that would just be permanent for me now

Drawing used to be so fun, now it's taxing. I just want to finish a complete illustration for once without making it feel that I'm forcing myself to do smth I used to enjoy. It's so frustrating

Cuz the weird thing abt how I share my fixations. It's like I feel the NEED for me to draw abt it in order to express the impression that: "I recently checked out [new media/growing fixation] and I love it! :D"

But since idk how to draw anymore...or at least not enjoy it as much as before

I never get to let out my enthusiasm on said fixations until they slowly fade away from time to time

And I feel just rambling abt it out of the blue feels awkward since even talking about my interests IRL and on social media gives me social anxiety

And I know Tumblr is supposed to be easier for me where it's literally a site where you can talk endlessly abt ur interests and scream into the void shamelessly abt it but idk... I'd still get anxious when interacting with ppl (if ever they do). Maybe I'm just super weird

Man I guess I'd try to just ramble abt my fixations even if it's a year late since it started. Lucky it's still living in my head rent free cuz what else would make me more mentally ill is being unhinged abt my blorbos

Also the only thing I CAN do to express my love for my fixations is to edit AMVs about them. That I can at least focus on, tho it's still not the same with drawing bc there's just so much you can do with just putting clips together.

I really missed drawing..........

#vent

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bbgthoma · 2 years

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YES HE WOULD WOULD TOTALLY SAY OH MY DOGS 😭😭😭

omg that thoma brainrot is so adorable im melting 😭💓💓 GOD and him getting sad at not cuddling is so 😭

ive been having even MORE thoma brainrot during school (he lives in my head rent free)

ok like all the thoma fics are super fluffy and i love that! fluff is so cute and adorable <33 but like sometimes i just want hardcore ANGST man 💀💀 so uhm yeah have an angst thoma drabble?? brainrot?? man idk

its honestly so hard to come up with ways arguments would start with this man cus like.... he's way too sweet. i mean people like tartagalia and kaeya are easy to create fake arguments for bcs... well ykyk 💀 but theres something abt thoma that makes it SO HARD to create reasons for arguing cus like,,,, what is there to argue about with this man 😭

one of the ONLY things i can think of is how giving he is. i mean one of his voicelines is literally “only 10 mora left... still, 10 mora is better than no mora!" so uhmmm yeah wrote a little drabble here ya go

also sorry if the writing is absolute dogshit i havent written in so long 💀 also thoma is probably SO ooc lmao its actually so hard to write arguments with this man.

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you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all week. and of course, his reason was that he was helping tons of people and couldn’t make time for you. like always. of course you knew his job was hard, and you respected that. but you honestly just couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m so so sorry [name], ill make it up to you i promise.” he said, hugging you tightly.

that’s what he always said. he did make it up to you everytime, but this has happened way too many times for you to just blindly accept his apology.

“this happens like once a month, thoma!” you sigh, taking his arms off your back.

“i know and i’m so sorry, i promise i’ll try to make more time for you.”

“there it is again! that same excuse. you said that last time. and the time before that. and the time before that. when are you ever going to keep that promise?”

“[name] i-” he started, but you cut him off.

“oh, and let me guess; you’re left with no mora. again.”

his guilty look said it all.

you sigh, putting your head in your hands. you were just so tired of this.

“[name] i… look. my job is tiring. and really do try my hardest to make time for you i just…” he trails off, not knowing what to say.

“do you understand how worried i get? knowing that you’re out there, doing who knows what! barely any mora on you. i mean you once came home with a bruised eye for the love of god!” you raise your voice a little.

he just looked away from you.

“look, and now you’re not even talking to me!”

“i’m sorry, okay!? i’m sorry that i somehow don’t make enough time for you even though almost every time besides those weeks, i’m putting you first! maybe you would be less worried if you weren’t so clingy all the time.” he finally snapped, shouting now.

you could tell the moment he said it, he regretted it so much. his face morphed into shock at his own words.

“[name]-”

“save it.”, you say, walking towards the door. “wait, where are you going?” he asks desperately, grabbing onto your wrist. you quickly pull it away.“i just- i need some fresh air, alright? i think we both need to calm down here.” you say, opening the door and walking out.

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LMAO did i just leave you on an angst cliffhanger? yes. sorry not sorry <33 ok but dw ill make you a part two soon lmaoo. i just thought it was getting too long for the ask box. expect a fluffy ending either today or tmrw 😍😍

thoma angst could be possible bc he can be the insecure type and like he could reject your confession thinking he doesn’t deserve you.

NOOOO😭 THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO WELL WRITTEN🥲

U BETTER, MY LIFE IS ALREADY ANGSTY ENOUGH😭

#☽☾ asks #✦✧ dia’s thoughts

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threemothsinsweaters · 2 years

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After you seeing talking about less unhinged / crazy Emmet and more sad / soft Emmet, I am reminded of how I still have to figure out how I depict him in my head myself. Because like... I definetly DO get the feeling he is the more loose canon, especially in comparison to Ingo, and depending on the characterization he is also so EXTREMELY blunt it's hysterical because 99 percent of the time it comes of as rude (That fucking ... Manga panel of him speedwalking towards a trainer like "I am here to eavesdrop" lives rent free in my brain)... But I also just feel like he genuinly just isn't as... Mean spirited as people sometimes portray him you feel me? My current take is genuinly well meaning and good guy with absolutely NO filter whatsoever, which results in instances where he may walk up to you after a lost battle all "I am Emmet. :D You fought veeerrrry bad." But if you actually stick around after that and ask what went wrong he will not hesitate to give you genuinly good advice on how to improve after that, no "Trade secret " stuff whatsoever, he enjoys helping people but just can't not always say what he means whatsoever. Dunno where I was going with this honestly, I just kind of want some input from other people on this because I think characterization comparisons are neat.

Yes

I agree to all of that

Ppl like making him an absolute murder machine when anyone does as much as breathes in Ingo's direction and while sometimes its fun to watch, to see characters crash and burn in fics, it should be the au exception made for fun sometimes, like those shitty serial killer angst aus every fandom has, not how everyone portrays him everywhere and always

I like reading/writing unhinged Emmet sometimes, but only sometimes, and even then I don't pretend like he's always like that.

Also how obsessive so many ppl make him is simply weird and uncomfortable at this point

Like, so many people say "shippers dni" and then turn around and make Emmet borderline glued to Ingo and refusing to go more than two steps away while threatening everyone who does as much as looks at them, and its just.... Weird. Uncomfortable. Feels kinda messed up. It doesn't feel like sibling relationship anymore, because they make him way too obsessed and weird.

And yet they don't see anything wrong with it? Because hey, there's the dni tag, that means they can write what they want and pretend they don't see it as weird in any way despite it being weird af, right?

I seen too many fics with "shippers dni" tags that I clicked on only to find something that was borderline shipping but the author swore up and down its just how siblings are, making me have to leave the fic feeling mildly disturbed because how can they think that this is healthy sibling behavior? How can they think that it's normal in any way?

I wish it wasn't as normalized because seeing it so often is simply so uncomfortable at this point.

Ppl forget that Emmet is just a human at the end of the day, a happy train nerd who loves pokemon and trains and battling, someone who simply misses his brother and that's it. Not a monster killer machine.

He's not a villain, he's a sad, desperate man, but not a villain.

And sure, he's all smiley all the time, but that doesn't excuse making him act crazy like this. I see his smile more as a reassuring thing to make sure people know he means no harm rather than "I will laugh while breaking your bones"

Idk its just my opinion though

I just need more stories where Emmet is shown as a human.

Not a monster.

#submas #pokemon submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo

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stylistiquements · 3 years

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Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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#129 days #Sapnap smau #sapnap x reader #smau #social media au #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #mcyt smau #sapnap series #sapnap fluff #mcyt x reader

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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angst to fluff where y/n finds out she was originally just supposed to be a rebound type thing after he broke up with someone like idk something like he broke up with someone on the european leg of tour and she was supposed just be with him until he went on another leg but then he started to love her and brings her on the rest of tour with him and she finds out abt the rebound thing after the last show of tour where everyones drunk and celebrating and one person lets it slip

I tweaked it just a bit...hope that's ok:)

WC: 3.5K

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“You look beautiful.”

I skim my nose across Harry’s cheek, his chin resting on my shoulder, and hum against stubble that wasn’t there this morning. “You’ve said that five times tonight.”

“And?” He slips around to face me.

His suit is a deep maroon, probably black if you’re far away, probably purple if you’ve had too much champagne. His chest expands when I slide my hand down.

“Love this dress.” He takes my hand off and pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my head.

“You two forget where you’re at?” Another foreign voice surrounds us, well, foreign to me.

“Fucker,” Harry says to the man. They pat each other’s backs as the guy walks away. “Tyler Johnson.”

“Oh.”

“He worked with me on the last album.”

“Okay.”

It’s like the fifteenth person that I’ve been introduced to tonight, all of whom pass by with quick hellos, inside jokes with Harry, and little interest in me. The fast paced world of the rich and famous doesn’t slow down, even for charity.

“Harry, so glad you could make it.” Another voice, another man. This one lingers, long enough to receive my name, and offer a cliche compliment about my patience to put up with this beautiful bastard on my arm.

I thank him with the smile I’ve learned to speak through. These celebrities never stop smiling. Never stop posing. Never stop.

Then he’s gone too, and Harry’s whispering yet another name in my ear, of which I’ll forget seconds later because these people ultimately mean nothing to me. They all seem to pass through each other’s lives whenever convenience allows, playing house and acting like grown ups who get the privilege of not truly growing up.

I feel like the Gucci dress Harry had tailored to my body doesn’t fit. My posture sucks. I’m too scared to eat any of the finger foods being carried on silver platters through the hall. I haven’t learned how to smile through food I don’t like or not make a mess or take small enough bites. I swear, not one glass of champagne has any lipstick on it. They’re like magic.

I look at Harry. He’s stepped away to converse with a face that I do know. He and Jeff speak animatedly, Harry’s arms gesturing to whatever story he’s telling. I step over to one of the dressed tables and place what little weight I can onto the chair, needing to cling to something. When I look back up I smile, the two of them now laughing, and probably a little too loud for this charity auction.

“Y/n...right?”

I whip around, a man I’ve seen in pictures on Harry’s phone holds out his hand.

I straighten my back and accept his greeting. “Yes.”

“Finally we meet!” He catches my confusion and chuckles. “I produced Harry’s last album.”

Something clicks in my head, and he’s suddenly more familiar. “Oh! I knew that.”

Tom Hull...Kid Harpoon I process just as he introduces his name.

“I—”

An arm slipping around my waist stunts my question, Harry tipping back a red drink with his free hand while the other squeezes my hip. “Just tell this one to leave you alone,” he jabs.

Tom rolls his eyes, patting the breast of his green suit to look for something, only to show off his middle finger.

“Can’t believe the two of you haven’t met,” Harry says.

“I know, I guess we just missed each other.” Tom nods to me. “Heard you went to quite a few shows.”

“As many as I could.”

An uneasy sting travels down my spine. I did go to many shows, practically following Harry around his entire tour...all on his dime. Lord knows the man can afford it, but I still felt weird about him dishing out thousands of dollars to add me to each plane ride.

“Well I’m happy to see you two kids together,” Tom jokes, patting Harry on his back. “I’ve told him he needs to date women who will fuck him up. That’s where the songs are.”

He saunters off like he did not just say that. No. Absolutely not.

My face burns and it hurts to turn my head, but I still manage to narrow my eyes at Harry.

“Do you want another drink?”

I wait. I give him more than enough seconds to explain what the hell that was. But he’s clueless—ignorant.

“No. I do not.”

***

I do not bother taking my heels off in the car. My plan is to storm into our hotel room the second we park. Possibly locking Harry out...haven’t decided on that part yet.

The vague chit chat he makes with the driver stirs my nerves. It shouldn’t make me angry, and it’s not so much the act as it is his demeanor. He’s too cheery right now and it’s pissing me off.

“Okay,” he grabs my attention from Los Angeles flying past my window, the partition rolling up to leave us completely alone in the back seat. “What’s wrong?”

I bite my tongue, literally. “Nothing.”

“You seemed...irritated.”

“Did I?”

“Y/n.”

I turn to face him, inhaling sharply to calm my coming words. “Why are you with me?”

His face pales, and not a muscle moves. He just stares at me until he finally blinks and starts jerking his jaw around. “What are you talkin’ about?”

I roll my eyes. “The fact that you don’t know, bothers me even more.” I sigh, fighting back tears because I am determined not to cry in front of him. “Tom said that you should date people that fuck you up.”

“O—oh. That’s all?”

I squint, curling my lip. “What do you mean, that’s all? Is that not enough for you? Because that was a lot for me to hear tonight.”

“Baby, he was just messing around.”

I don’t budge.

“Really, it’s nothin’ to think about.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, trailing his hand down to cup my jaw. “Promise. It’s just like when people told you that you could do better than me, or insult me to compliment you.” He shrugs. “It’s just party talk.”

I process his words, supposing he’s not wrong. He did receive quite a few insults in lieu of my praise tonight. Maybe I was just on edge because of the setting; being surrounded by the rich and famous while I struggle to pay my rent each month isn’t exactly grounds for positive thinking.

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” He leans over to kiss me, stroking my face as his lips skim over mine. “Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight?”

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It’s funny how your brain works. How emotions swoop in and corral your thoughts, like a salesman who pretends to care about you so they can get what they want. My mind was desperate for relief, from hearing Tom’s nervy comment, and I naively allowed Harry to take what he needed in that moment.

Something’s not quite right. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it.

I’ve been mulling over Harry’s words in my head all weekend, playing them on repeat, hoping they’ll start to make sense, but if anything their value keeps dropping. What worries me the most, is that I don’t know whether he’s trying to protect me or himself. I don’t know if one is any better than the other.

It’s golden hour when we pull up to the beach. I can hear the music before I even open the car door; a volleyball shoots up over the rows of bushes hiding the party, disappearing and popping back up a moment later.

I don’t really want to be here, but I also don’t want to be the girlfriend who won’t support their boyfriend.

“Ready?” Harry asks, and I nod.

The closer we walk, the clearer the music becomes. Harry’s voice takes over the private beach, and I wonder if they’re playing his entire album or just Golden on repeat.

A good bit of the people drinking and chatting I recognize form the event the other night, but there are still plenty of new faces. I take some fruity drink that was offered to me and down half of it before my feet hit sand.

And so the routine continues. I’m introduced to someone, they compliment me, laugh with Harry, congratulate him on pretty much everything he’s ever done, and then repeat with a new face. I do manage to find Sarah at one point after I’ve detached myself from Harry, and the two of us head for the water.

“Are you feeling okay?” Sarah asks once our toes are wet.

I hold my breath and count to five, finishing whatever the hell I’m drinking before I can answer her. “I’m great.”

“Harry said you weren’t doing too well after the auction?”

“Yes, Harry does a lot of talking with people when I’m not around.”

“Alright, spill it,” Sarah says.

I trace the rim of my glass, flicking my eyes over my shoulder to make sure we’re far away from the party. “It’s stupid, really, I’m just a little...I don’t know...Tom said something the other night that rubbed me the wrong way. And Harry doesn’t seem to care.”

“What did he say?”

“Just something about how Harry needs to have relationships with people who will fuck him up.”

“Ooh,” she nods, seemingly well versed in the statement. “Yeah that’s an Iggy Pop quote. Tom mentioned it in Rolling Stone when he was interviewed.” She sips her drink, eyes growing small over the rim. “It was just a cheap line of advice he gave Harry after he was torn up after his last breakup.”

“Wait, so he actually did say that before? Like before the other night?”

Sarah drifts her eyes up in thought, nodding. “Um hm. After him and Camille broke things off.” She shrugs, and gestures to the party exploding on the beach behind us. “Fine Line.”

I have no idea what I’m feeling. No clue what is coursing through my veins, but it’s not blood anymore. The corners of my jaw tingle until my face starts going numb, my breathing shallow and chest tight.

“You okay?”

“I uh, I gotta go.”

Sarah calls after me but I let my name die in the breeze as I march back to the crowd. It’s nearly dark now, and finding Harry among all his people will take forever. I try to look for him, but I’m so distraught I can’t concentrate long enough to make out faces. I give up and head back to his car, only to find it’s locked. The asphalt is warm on my legs as I lower down to the ground, careless to the dirt I’m getting on my clothes and the scratches on my skin.

I’m not in this position for long. Not long enough, at least. Harry rounds the corner of the bushes, speeding up when he sees me.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

He moves to sit down beside me, but I jump up before he can.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

“Whoa! What!? What’s gotten into you lately?”

“I told you! What Tom said the other night!” I’m yelling, too loud for public, I know. But a small part of me wants someone to hear. I want to disrupt the bubble Harry lives in.

“And I told you that it was just nonsense.”

“And that’s why you’re a liar! Sarah just told me, that he said that to you after you and Camille broke up.”

“Okay...and?”

I inhale as deep as I can. It makes me dizzy, adds to my headache. “And, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? With the knowledge that the only reason you’re even with me, is because I’m gonna fuck you up so bad you’ll get songs out of it?

“Y/n,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re taking this waaay too literally. Trust me.”

“You’re not in a position right now where I even want to trust you.”

“This has gotten completely out of control. I cannot believe you’re this upset over something so stupid.”

“Right there, Harry!” I point at him. “You keep dismissing how I feel! You don’t even care that this upsets me! That I feel like I need to reevaluate our entire relationship!”

“What is there to evaluate!? I haven’t even done anything! You’re blowing up about something that someone else said!”

“But you listened to him!”

“What,” he shrugs, “what do you want?”

“I don’t know what I want, Harry. I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?” He pauses, swallowing. “Us?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, us. I can’t be with you if—if you’re just waiting around for me to ruin you emotionally.”

“You’re seriously gonna let someone else’s words do this to us? You’d break up with me because of something another person said?”

“Harry, if I break up with you it’s gonna be because of what you’ve done. I don’t care that he said it, I care that you agree to it. And quite frankly, it’s pretty insulting to Camille. You spent a part of your life with that girl, and you just capitalize off of it. I’m not gonna let you do that to me.”

“I’m not capitalizing off of anyone! What the hell am I supposed to write my songs about? I’m just supposed to not date then?”

“It’s the fact that you sought out a relationship in order to fuel your writing.”

“No, y/n, that’s not what I did.” He narrows his eyes at me, and even in the dark I can see his anger. “I sought you out because I was devastated after me and her broke up. You were only supposed to be a rebound.”

I feel like the wind’s been knocked out of me. The music overhead blurs into noise scraping my eardrum, my vision grows weak and foggy. He wanted to hurt me, and he did.

“I expect a thank you when you release your next album.” I spin on my heel and head towards the main road, yanking my phone from my pocket to call an uber. For the second time tonight, my name trails behind me in the wind. I can hear Harry’s steps pick up, and as fast as I walk, he still catches me.

“Y/n, please, let’s go back to the hotel. You can hate me and not talk to me, but please don’t leave.”

I ignore him, trying to set up my ride. “Where the hell are we?”

He glances at my phone, and I can tell he considers keeping the answer to himself, so he can keep me to himself. He drops his voice, much weaker than before. “Carbon Beach. Canyon road.”

Ten minutes.

“Y/n—”

“I am not interested in discussing this with you.”

“I’m so sorry. I—I was mad and was just trying to win the argument. Whichever way I could.”

“Congratulations on your win.”

“Y/n, please, honey. I don’t want to lose you.” He drags his hands down his face, keeping his palms dug into his eyes. When he lets them drop, there are tears spilling down his cheeks. “I can’t lie and say you weren’t, but yes you were a rebound for me, but that went away. Literally weeks after we started dating. I care about you so much. I wouldn’t drag you to every show and event I have if I didn’t. I’m so proud to call you mine. The last thing you are to me is—is just grounds for my writing.”

I stare out across the road. A jeep speeds by and the gush of wind it brings sends chills down my arms.

“Harry, I just...it’s a lot. You’re a lot. Your life is a lot.” I sigh and slowly turn to face him. “It feels like the significance of us being in each other’s lives are so different.”

He kicks a rock across the road, dust flying up around us. “Fuck. Y/n I’m begging—”

“They’re here.” I nod to the headlights approaching us.

“Baby, please.”

“I think I need to be alone right now.” I get in the backseat. “Enjoy your party.”

***

I text him when I’m back at the hotel, having nowhere else to go. I didn’t think my plan of leaving through, because he’ll come back here before the night’s over. But I’m hoping he’ll stay away for a bit, long enough for me to process everything at least.

Deep down I know there’s not as much to the comment as I thought. And Harry’s not that type of guy. But the lack of concern over my feelings...the fact that I was just used as a warm body while he got over Camille...that’s what hurts the most.

There’s a fine line between being sorry because you’ve been called out, and truly being sorry. How sorry can he be when he got what he wanted? Even if I’m not what he envisioned past a few quick fucks, he still comes out on top happy.

I feel like the lifestyle these people live is embedded with secret codes, all of which I’m not wired to pick up on. The money, the mistakes, the adoration... Everything is a lot, and playing catch up is nearly impossible.

I don’t get the alone time I’d wished for. There are curses and clicks of the doorknob right before Harry comes in. He stands at the entrance, staring at me on the lounge chair like he’s unsure if I’m real.

“Wasn’t sure you’d come back here.”

“Where else can I go?” I nod to his phone in his hand. “I texted you.”

“I was driving.”

I sigh, flinching when he turns the lights on. “I know you wanna talk, but I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to,” he says, dropping his keys on a table to come sit beside me. “I’ll talk though.” He inhales, holding his breath for a second before forcing the air out. “I know that me saying I’m sorry means shit to you right now. And to be honest, it probably is coming from me...in a way. You’re right about everything. And whatever you’re feeling, once you figure that out, you’re valid about that too.”

“How would you feel if you were only meant to be temporary in my life? You never mentioned why you were interested in me in the beginning. And no, I never would have gone out with you had I known. I would never want to be someone’s rebound. There’s just something sneaky about that.”

His head drops into his hands, and his shoulders shake right before I hear him cry. “I know, I—I get so caught up in myself sometimes. I’m such a fucking prick.” When he looks up, his eyes are burnt red, glassy and defeated. “I don’t deserve you, and I really don’t deserve anyone.”

“Harry,” I chastise, not expecting the downward spiral he’s ventured onto.

“I swear I care about you. I want you to be happy, and I want to make you happy. I don’t want to be the one to treat you this way. Ever.”

I inhale as deep as I can, holding my breath until it hurts. “I know.” I take his hand in mine. “And I know your heart, and I know you care about me. I—” I sigh, “I’m not comfortable with...just forgetting all of this though. I can forgive you, but I think we need to take a couple steps back. I’ve gotten so swept up in your life and your world, I’m losing my own.”

He nods slowly, accepting my words with a pained face.

“I care about you too.”

He looks up for the first time, catching the last few tears with the back of his hand. “I know you do.”

I offer a small smile and lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes fall closed, and blindly he turns to press his lips to mine. Our kiss is salty and urgent.

“What did you say to everyone when you left?”

He frowns in thought, like the memory is too far away. “Nothing. Jumped in my car and prayed this is where you’d be.”

I take his hand and pull us both to our feet. “We should go to bed. It’s been a long night. Too long.”

We’re quiet and slow as we shed our clothes and brush our teeth, slipping into bed around two a.m.. Harry doesn’t waste a second in pulling me into his warm chest, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug that has me burying my face into his neck.

We lay there, silent, but when I know I don’t have much longer before sleep overcomes me, I kiss his shoulder, whispering how much I love him before I close my eyes.

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Blackfem!reader playing UNO with inarizaki🧎🏾atsumu begging Aran and the reader to play while Aran is just like “👨🏿‍🦯”

Girl yess 💀💀 this should live in my head rent free (idk if your into kpop or stray kids but this reminds me of them for some reason Felix and Chan playing Uno 💀)

Playing Uno With Inarizaki Boys

(This song is bussin 😩)

*****

It was a random sleepover being held at the the twins house, they wanted their whole team to be there. And you being the manager had a free pass in too.

“We should play Truth or dare” Atsumu says out of boredom.

“Uhm sure I guess” Suna says, still looking at this phone

“Okay who’s going first?” Atsumu looks around the circle of boys and then his eyes land on you.

“Y/nnnnn~” he says dragging your name

“Yessss” you says copying him

“Truth or dare”

The whole team looks at you and leans in AYO BACK TF UP.

“Uh- dare?” You say it as a question and the whole team goes: “OUUUUUUUUUU”

The only calm ones there are probably Aran and Kita. You looked at Aran so quick- homeboy even felt bad for you 😤✋🏾

Atsumu adjusts him self but laying on his stomach and resting his head on both of his hands. “I dare you to suck my feet”

Atsumu had a crush on you, matter fo fact the whole team did, ig this was his dumbass way to show that he liked you without telling you.

“Atsumu... baby-” you start

He started blushing when you said ‘baby’

“-go sit in the corner”

You could see his face just getting redder and redder.

“I’m not playing this game no more” you say

“NOO NOOO IM SORRY, IT WAS A JOKE”

He had the audacity to hug you after 😐🔪

“We should play Uno” Hitoshi says, breaking the awkwardness.

“Okay where are the cards at?” Aran says

“Lemme get them” says Osamu making his way out the living room.

- 10 minutes later -

It was just a mix of weird and “sus” comments like:

“Your gonna get your cheeks clapped, Osamu”

“AYOO PAUSE”

Kita was ofc monitoring the game because he was afraid someone Atsumu was gonna cheat, he didn’t know this but he was literally the mom of the game.

“Ren it’s your turn” Kita says

Ren puts down a 4 and Kita is next

The game was running smooth and all until you guys reached the point in the game where people started have only 2-3 cards left. It started getting more aggressive 👀👀👀. You probably was thinking that they was playing spades or gambling with the way they was throwing them cards down on the table.

“PICK UP FOURRRR” Atsumu yells

“MAN FUCK YOUUUU!!” Suna yells back

Probably the most emotion you saw out of Suna in a long minute

The game was so intense you thought someone was gonna start fighting. And Ik your wondering what happened to Kita,,, well Kita had to sit out towards the end

He was so tired of all of them

And your probably still wondering what happened to Aran, well Aran was still playing too, just staying calm. At one point the game got so heated you had to put your hand on his hand to show that you were lowkey nervous.

“What these niggas doin-“ you whisper to Aran

“Chile” he says like a black mama

Now all in the end Osamu won and Atsumu wasn’t having it. He was ready to throw hands

“ATSUMU GET OFF”

“NO YOU CHEATING I HATE YOU”

“WHAT THE FUCK, JUST TAKE THE ASS WHOOPING AND SIT THE FUXK DOWNN”

Their mom came in and shut the whole thing down, they was being far to loud. The whole team was just watching like

🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏾🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻

Chile they wanted a rematch so you, Aran, Kita and Suna sat out, they really thought-

“Come on guys we won’t hurt each other anymore, please play 🥺” Atsumu says, while Osamu has the same desperate look in his face but with a big ass scar on it ✋🏾

If you wanna continue playing, you can but girl just know it’s crazy, pure chaos, that’s what it’s like playing with the Inarizaki boys

******

Just forget the fact that I literally went on Hiatus😃 I didn’t forget about writing I be on this app all the time but stuff just got really draining and it still is and I ah wont been feeling motivated to write yk, but I hope your enjoyed the story <3

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