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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

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spencersstrawberryjello · 3 years

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Shitty Slasher Film (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic)

Summary: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 (and minor season 7 spoilers but I figure if you’ve seen season 8 you’ve probably seen season 7 already lmao) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim.

Content: Hurt/Comfort (because literally what else do I write at this point)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, depressive thoughts, and swearing

MC’s name and pronouns: Neither explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2285

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The plan was simple.

We were going to see a new horror movie in the theaters - it seemed similar to a slasher film that Morgan, Garcia, Reid and I had seen like six or seven months ago, so I didn’t think anything of it when we booked the tickets. Morgan and Garcia couldn’t make it tonight, unfortunately, but we still elected to go on our own, thinking it would be a fun little outing. That was, until the film started.

The lights came up on a woman, walking through a back alley alone, at night. Typical. I even glanced over at Spencer and rolled my eyes a bit, and he grinned at the stereotypical horror movie trope.

She died, of course, and for the first half of the movie I genuinely thought it was going to be exactly what we assumed. We were laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, with the stupid special effects and the subpar acting. But everything went off the rails after the first half of the movie.

The killer had revealed his primary target, his endgame, and - much to my horror - he had begun to stalk her.

Scenes of her creating a disguise, moving houses, throwing away her phone, spun a dark web that I didn’t ever want to think about. But I had more pressing things to worry about than my fear at a movie that was literally intended to make you scared.

I glanced over at Spencer, and I could tell that his breathing had picked up. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles as white as his face had turned. I put a hand over his, and his attention snapped to me.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked him. It was a stupid question, and one I already knew the answer to, but it was the first thing I could think to say. He looked like he was weighing his options for a moment before he shook his head.

“Do you want to leave?” I followed. He nodded, eyes wild, and we quickly grabbed our bags and left, just as the stalker had pulled a gun on his victim. Spencer took one last look at the screen, watching with wide eyes as the victim begged for her life. It was like a trainwreck; he couldn’t take his eyes off the movie, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as the stalker pulled the trigger, and the woman crumpled to the ground. He practically jumped out of his skin when the gunshots fired, and I grabbed his arm to usher him out.

I didn’t realize the full extent of his panic until we made it out of the theater, bursting through the doors into the significantly brighter lights of the hallway. He immediately sat down on the couch near the doors, head in his hands, breathing rapidly.

“Ok, you’ve gotta breathe, Reid. You’ve gotta breathe, alright? In through your nose, out through your mouth, can you do that?” I adjusted my breathing to fit the pattern, and saw that he had started to slow his as well. “Good, ok… we can sit here for as long as you need to, just focus on your breathing.”

He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, continuing to breathe slowly before lifting his head from his hands. His eyes were red, and it was clear he’d been trying to fight off tears.

“Reid, I’m so sorry -”

It was at that moment that he cut me off with a hug, tucking his head in the crook of my neck as I felt his body lightly shake with sobs. After a second I hugged him back, not used to physical affection from him, but not opposed as long as he was ok with it.

“It reminded you too much of Maeve, didn’t it?” I asked, trying to ensure that the story I had in my head was correct. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps again, and I hugged him a bit tighter. “Reid, I’m so sorry, I never would’ve suggested this movie if I’d known the turn the story was going to take.”

He shook his head, sucking in deep breaths before finally attempting to speak. “No, no, it’s ok, I know that you wouldn’t have done this on purpose. It’s just…”

He trailed off, but I knew what he was trying to say. “I was there that day, Reid. I know how much she meant to you.”

“The girl in the movie kind of looked like her. You know? Same hair, same face shape… when I saw the fear in her eyes, all I could imagine was Maeve, terrified, with a gun to her head. The woman I love - loved. The woman I loved. Scared, and alone.”

“Oh, Reid… you know it’s not your fault, right? You did everything you could to save her.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I should’ve closed my eyes, I should’ve tackled Diane - hell, I should’ve shot that bitch the minute I walked into the room! Instead I stood there. I stood there while the woman I loved died in front of me, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Spencer.” I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes. “You absolutely cannot blame yourself for this. What happened to Maeve was horrible, but it was not your fault. And you can’t live your life with that on your conscience.”

“Maybe I deserve to.” His voice was soft as he tucked his head back into the crook of my neck, and I put my arms around him, one hand lightly rubbing his back. My heart broke for the man in my arms - my best friend - as he sniffled, a few stray tears still trickling down his face.

“You don’t deserve to live with that kind of guilt, Spencer. Guilt for something you didn’t even do. And I’m so, so sorry that you feel that way. And I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“Sorry doesn’t make it go away,” He argued, his voice muffled by the fabric of my t-shirt, “Sorry doesn’t bring her back.”

I heard his voice hitch when he said it, and I held him a bit tighter. “I know it doesn’t.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thick with tears begging to be released. “I just wish I could bring her back.”

It was as if saying it broke something in him, and I felt his body shake as he cried again, consumed by grief and guilt unlike anything I could ever imagine. He was usually so closed off about his emotions that having him crying in my arms was a rare occurrence, even after years of friendship. The last time he was like this was after Emily’s… “death,” and even that wasn’t near as intense.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat on that bench, the orange lights of the movie theater hallway creating a strange liminal sensation as I held Spencer, finally releasing the emotions he’d clearly been pushing away since Maeve’s death.

Eventually, he stopped crying, his breathing returning to something close to normal, and he pulled away from me, his eyes red from tears.

“I’m sor -”

“Nope, do not even start to apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He closed his mouth, contemplating saying something else for a second before nodding, hugging me again.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Reid. Do you want to go back to my place? We can order a pizza, and watch a movie - something we know this time. If you need to be alone, I understand, but -”

He shook his head. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my own breathing after everything that just happened, “Good. Are you ok to walk to the car?”

“Yeah… I’m not sure how talkative I’m going to be tonight though…” He kind of trailed off, clearly drained, but not wanting to be alone.

“I understand; you know there’s no expectations with me, Reid. If you want to just wrap yourself up in a blanket and eat junk food, I get it. I just want to be there, to make sure that you’re ok.”

He gave me a small smile, and I grinned, grabbing his hand to help him off the bench. We made our way out to my car, and I climbed in, starting it before turning on the radio.

Spencer was pretty much silent the entire drive back to my apartment, the noise in the car mostly consisting of the music and my less than stellar singing. When we finally pulled into the complex, we headed upstairs to my place.

“I’m gonna order the food. Do you wanna find something on Netflix you like?” I asked as I unlocked the door. He nodded, and I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, putting in the pizza order on my computer. I saw him grab a blanket from the basket in the living room, wrapping it around his shoulders and plopping down on my couch.

I expected to return to the living room to see whatever movie we were watching cued up on the TV. Instead, I saw Spencer, staring at the wall across from him, remote untouched on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I sat down next to him, gently putting one hand on his shoulder, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

He was silent for a moment, and I could see the mental battle he was fighting. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that if I allow myself to grieve, if I allow myself to think about what happened, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been almost four months, I thought the pain would be gone by now. But it isn’t, it’s… I just miss her. I miss her so much.”

“I know, Reid. I know.”

He leaned into me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, the thoughts of pizza and a movie completely abandoned in my mind. Instead, all of my attention was on Spencer as he spoke again.

“On the last case, Rossi talked to me. I told him that I wasn’t sleeping because whenever I did, I would dream of her. Of Maeve. And everytime I saw her, I felt nothing but relief flooding my mind. I told him how she would always ask me to dance, and how I always said no. I never even got to hold her when she was alive, and I was scared that if I gave into the fantasy, I would be lost forever,” He took in a shaky breath before he continued, “And he said I should. He said, ‘just let it happen, Spencer.’ So I did. I danced with her, I held her, and when I woke up, she was all I could think about. The way it felt to wrap my arms around her, the way her head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck while we danced. It took another day before I could think about anything but her, before I could stop wallowing in my grief enough to function. And since that night, I haven’t allowed myself to give into the fantasy again, the fantasy of having her back. I think… I think that if I let it happen again, I won’t be able to come back from it. It’ll just consume me.”

“Spencer…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say. He just shook his head, telling me I didn’t need to say anything as we sat there on my couch in silence. He wasn’t crying, he hadn’t cried since we left the theater. He was just… hollow. Everything that he’d been trying to repress - to compartmentalize - had finally caught up to him, in the form of a shitty slasher movie that we’d gotten cheap tickets to see.

I held him tighter, wishing that I could figure out something to say to comfort him, to take away his pain. But I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could do but just be there.

“Have you ever considered talking to someone? Like, not someone from the team - a professional?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it. But… we’re experts in human behavior, you know? What’s a therapist going to be able to tell me that I can’t already profile myself?”

“Well, it might be helpful to have a licensed professional to talk to about this stuff. Someone who can actually give you advice on how to handle your emotions. Because as much as I am absolutely here for you no matter what, I’m afraid I’m not great at mental health advice.”

“Yeah… maybe.” He sounded dubious about the idea, and while I wanted to encourage him further, I didn’t want to push him today. So I settled for just gently rubbing his back as he laid in my arms, staring at the wall. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and I got up to get the pizza, bringing it back into the living room and setting it down on the coffee table. By now, he’d sat up, the blanket still pulled around his shoulders, but at least a bit more present.

“Thank you,” He said, for the second time that day. I just smiled at him.

“Of course. I love you, Reid. And I’m always here, whatever you need.”

“I love you too,” He gave me a small smile back before turning his attention to the coffee table, “But I also love food - I’m starving.”

I laughed as I handed him a plate, joining him on the couch as we both dug in.

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calmsweetcreature · 4 years

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Steal My Hood(ie) C.H

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s another fic - I’ve stuck to my lane (Calum) for now but I have a Mikey piece coming soon! Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: SMUT (and Fluff)

“Y/N have you seen my green hoodie?” Calum’s voice rings out through the apartment and you groan, putting a pillow over your banging head. It had been a late saturday night out with your girlfriends and you were determined you would spend the whole sunday in bed. Your roommate however had other plans.

“Y/N mate I need it, have you borrowed it?” His head pops through your door and you send him the biggest death glare you could muster.“It’s in the kitchen. Now kindly fuck off.” Your voice is a husky growl and you pull the duvet over your head. You hear a low chuckle from across the room. “Cheers doll.”

You hear his footsteps grow quieter as he walks towards the kitchen. You groan loudly, knowing that you’re too awake to go back to sleep and throw the duvet off yourself and stand up with a slight wobble. You stretch out your aching muscles, dressed in only your underwear from the night before. You grab one of Calum’s other hoodies and slip it over your head, the soft material resting at the top of your thighs.

You made a habit of stealing Cal’ clothes because let’s face it, he smelt good and the tall boy’s clothes always drowned you. There wasn’t anything between you both exactly, a flirty banter here or there and yeah you occasionally wrestled for the remote but nothing further.

You walked into the kitchen rubbing your eyes before focusing on the figures sat at the kitchen island. You gasp, your hands tugging the hoodie lower as you realise that it is not just Calum but also Ashton.

“Late night chickadee?” Ashton’s voice is full of laughter as he swigs from a bottled beer. You blush, walking over the coffee machine in the corner of the room and preparing the biggest coffee you could make.

“You could say that, didn’t get in till gone four,” As if to prove your point you yawn loudly.“Well it’s two in the afternoon now, we’re going to have a few beers and kick back a bit if you want to join?” You could tell the boys were teasing but that sounded like fun and hey - it was still the weekend right?

“Sounds good to me, I’ll need to eat before I drink again though,” You turn to the boys and sip your coffee, smirking as you see Ashton eyeing up your bare legs. You watch as Cal’s eyes flicker from Ashton’s face to where he is staring before he slaps Ashton lightly over the head who just grins at his pal.

“Jeez you on a mission littlun? Didn’t think you’d touch a drop after I heard you empty your guts last night?” You glare at Calum playfully before practically gulping down your coffee.

“What the gentleman to my right is saying is that we’ve ordered in, we’ve got you covered.” Ashton grins, walking to the fridge and grabbing another beer and passing you two for you and Calum. You climb into the stool next to Cal and lift your legs, placing them over his lap and passing his beer. He takes a swig, his free hand resting on your leg lightly.

“Didn’t decide to bring anyone back then?” Ashton’s eyes flicker from your face to Calum’s and you frown in confusion as you watch Calum glare at Ashton who laughs loudly.

“No, there was someone who seemed promising but he got a little handsy so I kneed him in the dick instead. Think that might have ruined my chances,” The boys crack up, Calum’s hand slowly trailing up and down your leg as he whispers “That’s my girl,” grinning at you.

The three of you chat away the hours until the sky outside is dark and you’ve been through two orders of food.

“Is it cool if I crash in the spare? My house is so far.” Ashton’s words are slurred and the way he whines the last few words makes you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah man that’s cool. Yeah that’s cool.” Calum furrows his brows, “Did I just say that twice?” he gets pulled out of his thoughts as you bang on the counter, tears streaming down your face as you crack up laughing. “Fuck you Y/N,”

Although as he says this he can’t help the laughter falling from his mouth too. Ashton stands up from the table, stumbling down the hallway mumbling about his future drum kit brand ‘Bashton Drums’.

“That kid, I swear to god.” Calum laughs.

“That kid is all man,” You smirk and Cal, his eyes getting angrier as he stares you down.

“I’m manlier than him though right?” he asks, pointing to his chest which he puffs out slightly.

“Eh,” You giggle, shrugging until you feel two hands grabbing your hips until you're straddling his thighs on the stool and his fingers are digging into your sides tickling you.“Calum, s-stop it! Stop it you dick!” you’re words are a spluttery mess and he keeps going until you shout the words “Fine you’re fucking manly ok!” and he stops dead, the both of you in fits of giggles.

Yours and Calum’s laughter dies down until you’re both grinning at each other. His eyes fall to your lips and you feel your breath catch in your throat as you watch his eyes move up and down your face.

Before things can get more intense you climb off Calum’s lap, giggling over to the cupboards. “I need some food,” You open one door and draw out a sigh as you stare at the contents.

You spy doritos on the top shelf and gasp, “Fuck yeah!” You stand on your tip toes, reaching for the chips. They are just out of your reach and you start to grumble about the ‘tall ass giant’ fitting the ‘tall ass cupboards’ into your apartment. You hear a low chuckle behind you and growl softly.

“Yeah laugh it up you fucking prick, just cus you don’t need a ladder to reach the food here, whereas I-” Your words are cut off when you feel a long body pressed up against your back and an arm against yours as the much taller man grabs what you were reaching for. He places them in front of you, both of his arms resting on either side of yours on the counter.

You lower yourself until you’re flat on your feet, the slight movement making you rub against Calum gently and you hear him choke out a breath. His hands move to cover your own and he grips your hands, his fingers slotting in between yours. You both stand in silence, just enjoying being pressed up against each other.You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or just how needy you are but you push your butt back into him and he groans softly, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he pushes forward to meet your backside.

“Y/N what are you doing to me?” His words are low and hoarse and you can hear the pain in his rhetorical words.You still your movements, a blush rising to your cheeks. “Sorry, I’ll stop.” His hands leave yours and move to your hips, spinning you around. You feel yourself being lifted and Calum’s body shifts so he is standing in the gap between your legs.

“Y/N I don’t want you to stop, but you need to say right now if you don’t want this because once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until you are panting underneath me..” His words set something alight in you and you can feel your body heat up with his words.He knew this could be the only chance he could get with you, that tomorrow you might wake up and never mention it again but it was worth the risk because he really wanted to make you feel good - even if only for tonight.

“Calum. Kiss me.” Your eyes were staring straight at his pink plump lips and you internally groaned as he wets them with his tongue. Your words were steady and you could feel the buzz from the beer disappearing, being replaced with the buzz of your arousal. “Are you sure, doll?” His words were a husky whisper and you growl in annoyance, your hand going to the back of his head and slamming your lips against his.

Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands hold you still by your hips with a grip tight enough that you know you could wake up with a faint bruise tomorrow. His mouth battles against yours for dominance until he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp against his mouth and his tongue moves against yours as he starts walking towards the bedrooms.

“Yours or mine sweetness?” His forehead presses against yours as you both pant softly as he pushes you against the wall of the corridor, his hips pushing into yours.“Yours is furthest from the spare, I don’t want Ash waking up.” You murmur, your lips swollen and your eyes glazed over as you stare into Calum’s twinkling eyes.

“Doll the way things are going, they’ll be able to hear us in the next building over never mind a few rooms down.” His smile is smug and you laugh at the cockiness in his voice.

“Prove it,” Your words are a fevered whisper, the challenge clear in your eyes. Calum growls softly, his lips finding your neck as he lifts you again, walking towards his bedroom and kicking the door open with his foot.

The feel of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck makes you whimper before his tongue swipes painfully slow back over it and your hips buck up to meet his. You both groan at the contact, Calum dropping your legs softly down to the ground and spinning you until your back is against his front as you slowly walk further into your room.

One of his hands grazes up your thigh and under the edge of his hoodie while the other grips your hair and tilts your head so his lips hover over your ear.“You don’t know what it does to me to see you walk around in my hoodies. Especially when you’ve got nothing underneath but those fucking lacy panties you always wear. It gets me so fucking hard knowing that you go to bed smelling like me, that when people come over you’re wearing something of mine - like you’re mine. Have you ever touched yourself wearing one doll?”

You bite your lip and whine softly, his grip in your hair meaning that he can feel you nod your head in response. “Good girl for being honest. Some nights I can hear you edging yourself and I’m right there with you doll, wishing I could be the one to make your thighs shake.” His fingers slide through the material of your soaked panties and lazily circles your clit with the coarse pad of his middle finger.

“C-cal… I always think of you, only you.” He chuckles against the skin of your neck and you gasp out your breaths as tingles shoot through your body. His hand leaves you and he brings both hands up your body, dragging the thick jumper up and off of your body before turning you to face him.

“Jeez Y/N you’re so fucking beautiful.” You bring your hands up to cover parts of your body but his hands encapture your own as he pulls them away leaving you uncovered, if only for your underwear. “Don’t do that shit with me, you know I’m being fucking real with you so don’t hide from me, please.” You reach your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, skimming along his chest.

He pulls of the t-shirt, throwing it behind him before bending slightly to hook his hands on the back of your knees, pulling until you feel yourself falling back onto the plush bed. You both crawl up to the top of the bed with Calum hovering over you.

“I want to make you cum before I fuck you sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll last long and I want to make you feel good.” He rests on one arm, his free hand stroking the side of your face and his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You use your tongue and pull his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly. Calum groans softly and watches you with dark eyes.

“Cal I just want you in me, please.” Your words are muffled and Calum pulls his thumb from your mouth, swiping his thumb down your neck and chest, watching the wet trail grow down your body.

The only light in the room was an LED lamp in the corner, the room glowing in changing light of red, purple, blue, pink and green which made the outline of your bodies moving together seem almost ethereal. “Please,” Your voice was a whisper and your eyes were pleading but Calum ignores this, dipping his head lower to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly.

As you let out whimpers of need he sucks harder and the delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes you throw your head back onto the pillows.His lips trail down your body and you gasp as he stops to nip, lick or bite parts of your skin, leaving little marks wherever he chooses.

He pulls down your underwear, groaning at the sight of how wet you are. “I’ll give you what you want sweetheart but I just need a little taste.” His mouth goes down and connects with your dripping heat, his tongue swiping up and tracing your clit, your thighs clamping around his head to lessen the sensation but his hands go to your knees and push them up to your chest, exposing you as much as possible. He devours you and it’s only a matter of seconds before you feel yourself reaching your high.“C-cal, I’m going to…”

He moves back slightly, a hand coming down on your core in a harsh little tap and you come undone, his hot mouth covering you as you ride out your high. Your back arches off the bed as you grip the sheets, your thighs shaking as you come back down to earth. Calum releases your legs and you rest your feet against the bed, catching your breath as he traces kisses up your body.

You open your eyes lazily and smile up at the man above you, reaching a hand down to his shorts. He stops you, shaking his head with a lazy grin on his face. “I’d give anything for you to touch me doll but I need to be inside you. If you still want me tomorrow you can owe me one.”

You frown at his words, you hadn’t even considered what would happen but in your heart you knew that you couldn’t go back to before. You wanted him, and not just in his bed. You place your hand on his cheek and he nestles his face against you.“I think I’m going to want you for always Cal.”

His eyes sparkle at your words and he kisses your palm.“I know I want you for always Y/N, and I’ll remind you of that in the morning too.” He leans down and kisses your lips softly. You both move against each other gently but as the kiss progresses your movements become rougher and heavier.

You use your hands to push at his shorts as Calum takes a hold of his dick, rubbing it against your wetness as you both moan.“Tell me you’re sure princess. Tell me you want this.”

His eyes stare into yours and you feel a surge of love go through your heart. This man who had cared for you, laughed with you and loved you for so long had wormed his way directly into your soul.“I need it, please Cal.”

He slides into you slowly, inch by inch and you can feel that he’s holding his breath, his eyes clenched shut.“Fuck. Y/N you feel so fucking good.” He bottoms out and you both grunt at the sensations rippling through you.“Fuck me Cal.”

Those three little words were all it takes and he lets go of any hesitation, moving back to thrust as hard as he can, the both of you shouting out curse words as he fucks you into the mattress.He rests his forehead against yours and gives you everything his body is capable of and you stare into each others eyes, the look shared between you just as intense as the feelings happening in your body.“Think you can cum again baby? Need to feel you cum again.”

His words are panted out, his warm breath hitting your face. You run your nails up his back and lift your hips, making him hit a new angle and you sob out a breath.“I’m gonna-” You cry out as your second orgasm hits you, your nails no doubt drawing blood as your body lifts up, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the bedroom.“Oh shit, Y/N.”

Calum’s words come out in a strangled moan as his hip movements get sloppy, his hips hitting yours as he releases. You both slow your movements down but don’t become still, riding out your highs and panting heavily together. Your chests are slick with sweat as you both flop onto the bed.

You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath.“I meant it you know.” He whispers, his hand clasping your cheek.“Meant what?” You reply, trailing your own hand up and down his chest.

“I’m always going to want you. And not just for sex either.” He leans towards you, a shy look in his face. A giggle bursts out of you and you gasp at the hurt look in Calum’s eyes. You lean up and kiss him in a quick peck.“Cal, I’ve had a crush on you since I moved in… How have you not noticed?”

You peck him again and his hand moves to the back of your head, keeping you there.“Oh fuck Y/N I’ve been so fucking stupid. All I want is for you to be mine.”

His words are mumbled against your lips and you sigh happily. You rest your head on his chest as he pulls the sheets over your naked bodies and he twirls your hair between his fingers.“Ask me in the morning baby.” You murmur, feeling sleep pulling you in.

***

You stand at the kitchen counter, coffee in your hand. You’re dressed only in a pair of Calum’s boxers and his green hoodie. Your body is deliciously sore and you smile at the thought of the sleeping boy left in the room down the hall.

You stare out of the window at the view, feeling the most content you had in the longest time. You feel a body press up against your back and jump, coffee spilling over the kitchen surface.“Jesus Calum, warn a girl!”

He chuckles as he presses a kiss to the side of your head, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Be mine.” He murmurs.

“Not wasting any time are you champ?” You reply, place your coffee down and twisting in his arms until you were facing him.

“I’ve wasted too much time already, I’m not waiting any more. Be mine?” He kisses your forehead this time.

“Now see, I’ll have to think about that,” You tease, his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you.

“Okay! Okay! I give, yes!” You laugh, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I had the weirdest fucking dream last night you guys,” Ashton’s voice is carried down through the hall and he gasps as he walks into the sight of the pair of you.

“I dreamt that you two had sex. Wait. Did you have sex? Did I hear you having sex in my fucking sleep?”You laugh, nestling your face into Calum’s chest as you blush.

You feel his chest vibrate with laughter and you look up to see Ashton glaring at the two of you playfully before he grins big and wraps his arms around the pair of you.

“It’s about fucking time! Wait, ew you both smell like sex. You can buy me breakfast to make up for invading my sleepy time.” He slaps Calum on the butt and walks away, leaving the two of you grinning at each other as the morning begins.

#5sos #5sos imagines #5sos smut #5sos fanfiction #5secondsofsummer #5sos fic #calum hood smut #CalumHoodImagine #calum hood #ashton irwin

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hanamakkiss · 4 years

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Pros and Cons

Matsukawa Issei x reader

summary: Being childhood friends with Oikawa and Iwaizumi had a few perks, it's all worth it when one of those perks came in the form of one(1) Matsukawa Issei.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

At the start of their last year of high school, Oikawa and Iwaizumi started hanging out with a girl. Walking her to school, sometimes eating lunch, chatting in hallways. Oikawa's fanclub went nuts at the sight. Mattsukawa Issei, however, thought you were cute. He expressed this to Hanamaki, who agreed, wondering when Oikawa would mention her, because she certainly didn't look like a new girlfriend.

The conversation never came.

Three weeks in, Makki breaks.

"So, who's that girl thats been hanging around you two lately? She doesn't look like Oikawa's new girlfriend," he sets down his lunch tray. Mattsun stiffens next to him.

"Hm? Oh her? She's just a friend," Oikawa replies nonchalently, sliding in next to Iwaizumi.

After a minute of silent eating, Iwa decides to answer, "She's a childhood friend of ours, moved away during junior high and just came back," he swallows, "her mom asked us to help her settle in."

"Why'd you tell them? I wanted them to beg," Oikawa wailed before turning back, "Why, you wanna meet her?" he tilts his head.

"Oh it's not me who's-"

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear," Iwaizumi sighs, glancing in the direction you were approaching from.

You marched up to them, eyes fixed on Oikawa, Mattsun thinks he sees him tremble a little, "Kawa! Didn't you promise to introduce me to some handsome-" you eye the two infront of him, "Oh, hi! You guys from the volleyball club? Kawa?" a big smile makes it way unto your face.

Oikawa dramatically sighs before ceding to your request, "Guys, meet yn. Y/n, meet Matsukawa and Hanamaki," he gestures to them respectively, the former gives a small wave while the latter grins. Iwazumi looks apologetic when u wave enthusiastically.

Makki laughs, "What makes you think we're from the volleyball club?"

The reply is immediate, "Only club members can stand being around Oikawa," earning another laugh and a smirk from Mattsun.

You turn back, "So when are you gonna let me meet the rest of them handsome boys?" you wiggle your eyebrows smugly.

Iwa looks dead inside, "You can watch us practice one of these days." You beam. "Thank you! This is why you're my favourite," you give him a side hug which he returns. Oikawa scowls.

Makki pipes up, "Anyway, who do you think is handsome in the volleyball club?"

"Oh!" you clap, eyes lighting up, "Well, Iwawa is handsome!" you look them over, "And so are Matsumaki and Hanakawa..." the two of them grinned at each other, letting the messed up names slip by.

"What about me?" Oikawa pouts.

"Hmmm.... you're not so much handsome as you are pretty..." you trailed off, finger tapping on your chin. Oikawa beams.

Makki chimes in, "yea, pretty ugly,"

"Yes thank you! I was looking for that word!" the two of you high-five. Oikawa deflates, sulking.

"Yea but anyway speaking about hot guys," you redirect the conversation to where it matters, "there's that one second year- you know that one, with the cropped blonde hair-" you gestured to your head, "who's so hot, just thinking about his hands wrapped aroun-" Iwaizumi somehow slaps a hand across your mouth, effectively silencing you. You would be mad if his blush wasn't so amusing.

Mattsun's chokes, did she just...? He turns to Makki, who's face is frozen with glee.

"OK! Your mom would be so disappointed in us if we let you continue," Oikawa lightly slams his hands on the table, standing. "Thats enough of you for today, we'll see you again after school," he guides you away from their table.

"My mom would be disappointed in you if she knew how you treated girls but we don't talk about that do we?" you retort while pushing his hands off you, "but I get the hint," you scowled. Mattsun is silently holding back laughter while Makki snorts endlessly.

Turning to the rest, "Bye guys! Hope to see you two again," you winked and Makki grins, Mattsun gives you a small smile (you'll take what you can get) "Bye Iwawa! I'll be waiting for you later!" you blow him a kiss for good measure. He rolls his eyes but grunts in acknowledgement.

"Bye Kawa," you walk away.

"Hey, what's with that attitude?" he huffs before returning to his seat. You wave your hand without turning back.

He settles back into his seat.

"So, that's her, are you satisfied now?" Oikawa asked.

"Why didn't you introduce us sooner? She's fucking hilarious," Makki grins, "invite her to practice soon, I'm sure Mattsun's itching to talk to her," he side-eyes the other boy, who glares back, silent. They're patient.

"She's interesting," he finally admits, Makki's smirk grows. "Is that all? Didn't you tell me that she was cu-oof" he shuts up after a sharp stab to his ribs.

Oikawa mimics wiping his eye, "Oh, they grow up so fast, Mattsun's finally taking notice of a girl," earning him a whack from Iwa.

"No one wants to hear that from you, you disgusting flirt," he grunts before addressing Mattsun, "besides, you barely even interacted with her, and she can be a handful sometimes, are you sure she's the one you're interested in?"

"Calm down sheesh, it's not like I like her or anything, she just looks fun to be around," he stabs at his food, piercing the poor chicken. "can't I think she's funny platonically?"

They stare at him, "Okay~" Oikawa sings, ending the discussion. The conversation moves to other topics, leaving Mattsun to peacefully analyse your interaction.

Later in the week you appeared at one of their practice games. Walked in half-way and made your presense absolutely known.

"GO IWAWA! SPIKE THAT BALL LIKE IT'S KAWA'S HEAD!" you scream from the bleachers. Iwa smashes the ball down. He gives you a wave and an evil smirk. Oikawa turns a shade paler. Makki looks delighted.

Damn, Mattsun snorts, that’s a helluva entrance.

The fangirls nearby glared when Oikawa and Iwaizumi specifically greeted you in between plays. He notices you stiffen a little before flashing them a toothy grin with a thumbs up. Weird, he notes before focusing back on the game.

You stay til the end. Even while they’re cooling down, you stay seated, scrolling through your phone. He discreetly takes in your relaxed form, the way you lean back on one hand while using your bag to prop up the hand using your phone. He hears Makki’s voice next to his ear, breaking up his thoughts. “So, when you gonna stop staring and ask for her number?” Fuck, he thanks his parents for not passing him the gene of blushing easily.

“I wasn’t staring,” he switches the hand he’s stretching, “I just happened to be looking that way,” his tone is harsher from the embarrassment of being caught.

Makki laughs, “Dude, just stop being a coward and ask for it, she already thinks you’re hot,”

Oikawa’s head whips over, “What? You want her number?” he asks loud enough for you to hear, causing Iwa to roll his eyes. You jolt from your phone.

“Hmm? What’s that? You guys good to go home?” you ask absent-mindedly, going back to your phone, a slight furrow in your brow.

“Y/n, weren’t you paying attention? Mattsun wants your number,” he knocks your head lightly.

At this, you come alive, giving the mentioned boy an absolutely shit-eating grin, phone forgotten in your hand, “Oh? Sorry, I’m a little lost, what was it you wanted again?”

This little-, he takes a breath, two can play this game, he smirks, “I wanted to ask for your number, but since you seem so unwillingly to give it, maybe I’ll just try elsewhere.” He’s makes a move to turn away, grinning when you stop him. Hook, line and sinker.

“Wait! Okay okay I’ll give it to you since you asked so nicely.” I don’t remember asking, his grin conveys. You pout as you exchange numbers. Oh well, all roads lead to Rome, what matters is I got his number, you comfort yourself.

When you turn your attention back to Oikawa, you find the three of them huddled together, a little away from the two of you, chatting seriously.

“Hey!” making your way over to them, you disrupt their conversation, “Ya’ll ready to go home? I’m tired,” you flop unto Iwa, forcing him to carry your weight.

He sighs, “We’ll grab our bags, just wait here,” before standing you up properly.

The three of you make your daily walk home, air filled with easy conversation.

“So,” Oikawa starts, “what about Mattsun?” you nearly fall while balancing on the curb, Iwa pulls you back (be careful!)

Your face is pink, “He’s,” you turn away from their knowing glances, “cool.”

“Just cool? That’s not what your face says,” he peers into your face, laughing. You hurriedly push him away, sputtering excuses you can’t remember.

“Iwawa! Save me from this monster,” you whine, hands still pushing Oikawa’s cheek.

“Mmhm, he spares you a glance, “as far as all your past relationships go, he’s not a bad guy,” he chuckles at your betrayed expression.

“See? Even Iwa agrees, Mattsun is a catch,” Oikawa praises, “Maybe you’ll finally stop getting your heart broken,”

You turn even redder, and on deciding that you won’t be able to win, you shut your mouth and start power walking. Laughter filled the air as they easily kept pace.

That night Mattsun adds you to a groupchat with him and Makki.

Edit: added line breaks!

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pinkja · 4 years

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Sports, Crushes, College and All Other Things Stressful (Nora x Black Female Reader)

AU where Nora is a stressed out college student and you are a simple black girl who has no time management.

Nora felt like she was a simple person.

She grew up in a small town near Salt Lake City, made it through the akward teenage phase, and graduated high school with honors.

Does it matter that she was always so close to pulling her own hair out in frustration? She doesn’t think so.

She liked to think that her high school years went swell.

She was captain of the swim team, played in both tennis, chess, soccer, and volleyball. She was also co captain of the debate team, won the Reading Bowl in TOME for three years in a row (she didn’t join freshman year) and did a bunch of community service at the homeless shelter every other Saturday from 9am to 3pm.

Yeah, Nora was a simple person, she thinks.

Does it matter that she barely had time to sleep? She doesn’t think so.

She got into college with a full ride scholarship (which her family celebrated for two days straight. It practically turned into a block party.) She was on the Pre-Med track, wanting to become a pediatrician like her grandmother had been, and like her mother had been, and like her older sister had been as well.

Wait…who exactly was she doing this fo–

Doesn’t matter!

She got to get an apartment on the campus housing first year with her best friend, Abby, who’s a biology major of all things, when Nora was pretty sure she was gonna be an English major. Her room was pretty average, but Abby often made comments about how it really needed some personality.

“You don’t even have a poster!” Abby remarked one day while she was laying on Nora’s bed. She had an old copy of Lord of the Flies in her hands, read and re-read about eight times.

“Not everyone needs a poster, Abby.”

“Yeah, they do. Especially when you don’t have a book or a video game, or even something to play music on-”

“Isn’t it enough that I have a phone?” Nora placed her head on Abby’s lap. Abby rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed so Nora would be more comfortable.

“And you had to beg your mother for it. Now hush and let me finish this chapter.” She leaned against the headboard and made a comment about how she was going to buy her a poster for Dirty Dancing or something.

Now that freshman year was almost over, and tennis season for the school had started up again a month prior, Nora, being captain of that and many other teams, was starting to feel even more stressed. She has to aid the coach in training the less athletic recruits, plan their next meeting, and prepare for their next game which was in two weeks, which was a few days before a big biochemistry test.

She was out by the track, the slightly warm early April air hitting the side of her sweaty face after almost an hour of staying out in the sun. There was another hour of practice left, and with a clipboard, a pen, and a timer in her hand, she watched the baby-faced girls run laps around the field.

“Ok, the game is on a Saturday, it takes around 30 minutes to get there by bus, so 30 minutes to get back… but the game ends at 6:30 so I have to give at least another 30 minutes to an hour for traffic, not including the time it takes to shower and pack our stuff up so the latest I’d get home is around…” She looked up from her clipboard, tapping her feet on the floor. “Jackson! If you want to play in the next game you gotta beat your record! Pick up the speed!” She called out to a red haired girl.

God, I really hope I’m not sweating out my hair, she thought, brushing a few stray hairs back in her ponytail. Nora went back to muttering.

“Ok so that means I’ll be home by 8 at the latest, and if I lock myself in my room and pull an all nighter, I could probably get all my studying done by 6-ish? Maybe… I would have to stock up on coffee. I’ll stop by the store on the way ho–”

Nora’s quiet rambling was interrupted by a voice.

“Hey, Captain!” Nora didn’t turn around, already knowing who it was by the voice alone.

(Y/n) (L/n).

Ah, Nora’s feelings for you were…complicated, to say the least. But we’ll get to that later.

“Sorry I’m so late.” You rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

“Fourth time this month, (Y/n).” Nora’s voice was stern, exasperated and a bit annoyed.

“I know. I know, but–”

“You know the drill. 10 extra laps and you have to beat your record or else you don’t play in the next game. Go.” Nora didn’t look up from her clipboard, but knew you were pouting anyways.

Your footsteps echoed in Nora’s ears as you ran to the field, smiling at your teammates as they passed you. She marked off your name on her clipboard and wrote “Late” next to it, again, with furrowed eyebrows and annoyance tickling the back of her brain.

When 4 o’clock came, the girls all filed out of the field and towards the locker room, feet tired and sore. You were still running, of course, doing the 10 (plus 10 extra) laps you were assigned. Although you weren’t, Nora felt like you were taking your time, acting as if you hadn’t a care in the world.

“God, I have to get home and study…” Nora whispered and rolled her eyes, even though only 5 minutes had passed. By 4:15, you were done, walking back to her while rubbing your left thigh.

“How’d I do, Captain?” You asked while wiping the sweat off of your forehead. You balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. Nora clicked the button on her timer once again and finally looked at you.

You had sweat stains on your blue shirt, and you picked at the edge of your shorts that rode up your thigh just a little bit.

“Two minutes under your last time. I guess you get to stay in this time around.” Nora said curtly, pursing her lips while doing so.

You smiled as if you already knew the answer. “Aw come on, Captain. Have a little faith in me, yeah? I’m not all bad.” Your nose scrunched you as you pouted.

God your lips were so cu–

“But I do stink though. Imma hit the showers real quick. You coming?” Nora gulped, mind going a little to the left as she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Yeah.” Was all Nora could say in response.

They walked into the locker rooms, all of the girls clean and gone. Nora placed her things on one of the benches, opening and looking into her locker for clean clothes. You did the same.

“Jeez, all that time I put into doing my hair only to sweat it out in less than 10 minutes. I don’t know how you do it, Captain.” You remarked, looking in the mirror of your locker. Nora hummed, but didn’t respond. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her gym bag and started stripping.

Nora peeked into the mirror in her locker at you. Yours was diagonal from hers. You were still looking at yourself, not at her. Part of her wanted you to be.

Once she was done, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed some soap and a rag. She showered in silence, only being interrupted by the pat pat of your footsteps on the floor as you hopped in the showers next to her. You tied your hair up and put a bandana around your head before starting the shower, and Nora looked away before she could see anything else.

She thanked whatever god there was that there was a wall between you two.

But what if there wasn’t?

Nora started to feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. She started to take note of the stretch marks and too thick hairs on her stomach and arms and legs.

Oh my god, is my hair presentable?

She went to smooth out her hair with a (thankfully) not soapy hand, but stopped herself. She wouldn’t want to ruin her hair now. She spent all morning getting it together.

Wait? Why am I worrying about my appearance? My body is fine.

After her little realization, Nora started scrubbing really hard at her arms and legs, preoccupying her mind with the upcoming test.

Nora finished before you did, wrapping a towel around herself and waiting until she was out of your sight to start drying herself. She put on some lotion and deodorant, got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a green shirt and sneakers before grabbing her stuff and going to leave.

“Captain!” Your voice stopped her.

Dammit! She was almost free!

“Yeah?” Nora took a few steps back but didn’t look in your direction.

“Can you…um…stay?” Nora’s spit got caught in her throat. “I mean, until I’m done. I really don’t like being in the locker room by myself. My mom always told me don’t let myself be in a room alone.” You let out a laugh, albeit a bit nervous.

Nora nodded, spitting out a stuttered, “Sure.” She hopes she didn’t sound too excited. She leaned against the outside wall of the showers, facing away from you once more. Nora waited (im)patiently, suddenly remembering how she forgot her glasses at home and that’s why she hasn’t been able to see well all day. She also remembered the stain on the coffee table that she was too busy to clean up because she was rushing out of the house because she had slept through her–

The squeak of the shower faucet snapped Nora out of her thoughts as the rush of water stopped. Nora kept her eyes on her shoes as you passed her, suddenly very interested in the speck of dirt on the toe of her left shoe.

I should clean it later, Nora thought.

“Captain?” Nora’s head snapped up, looking towards you with large brown eyes. You brought a plump lip into your mouth before giving Nora a smile. You were done getting dressed, snatching the now-wet bandana off of your head.

God, is it hot in here? Nora feels like she’s been sweating oceans.

“Thank you for staying. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“No problem.” It’s not like she doesn’t have a test she has to study for or a meeting at 6 for a club that she really couldn’t remember the name of now which was really concerning, but Nora couldn’t bring herself to care because you were smiling at her and Nora’s heart was not working anymore.

Although part of her wanted to be mad at such a carefree attitude and your seemingly lack of schedule, she settled on scolding you instead.

“Practice is next Monday at 3. Try not to be late next time.” You nodded before grabbing your stuff from the bench behind you and walking out of the locker room in silence. Nora followed before you both split off in different directions.

Nora’s weekend was filled with nothing but meetings and studying and homework, with the constant repetition of “Game on a Saturday, test on a Monday” leaving her mouth. She started her mornings at 4 am, going for a 2 hour run around campus. At 6 she went back home and took a shower, answered a bunch of emails about things that Nora couldn’t bring herself to care about anymore, and then she spent a good 3 hours studying old material from her classes, read a book she was assigned for Lit, then she was back studying again.

Wait, did she eat anything?

She wouldn’t have if Abby hadn’t practically shoved a piece of turkey bacon down her throat because, “You literally haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon” which she should be grateful for her friend’s willingness to remember the important things for her when she forgot them. She had meetings for Spanish and French Honor Society, Creative Writing, the school’s green club, and she also had to tutor a bunch of kids who were failing their math classes.

And to top it all off, you were late to practice, again! God, Nora wanted to be mad at you. You were being selfish at this point. Didn’t you know that if you were late she had to stay with you until practice was over?

Well, technically, she didn’t. She could leave practice whenever she wants to but honestly she didn’t want to leave you to practice alone. Plus, you might slack off!

Nora’s eyebrows twitched at the thought. It’s like you didn’t have a care in the world! You just walked around wasting her time, your time even!

You arrived 15 minutes late, better than last time, but still late.

You were already preparing your excuses, but Nora shushed you, telling you to go and practice on your serves. You did just that. Nora had already completed her drills, now just waiting for you to show up. She wrote your name down and the word “late” next to it once again before she went back to observing her team.

Once 4 o’clock rolled around, the girls rolled out and into the locker rooms, while you stayed behind. Your serve was good, Nora thought, you were just a heavy hitter and would forget to try and get the ball into the court first.

After watching the ball fly past the court for the 3rd time, Nora sighed and made her way over to you. You spotted her and gave her a smile.

“Hey, Captain! You need something?” You asked as you threw the ball in the air. You hit it across the net and watched as it flew straight into the wall. You grabbed another ball from the basket next to you and went to do it again until Nora gently grabbed your wrist and pulled it back down.

“You hit too hard, (Y/n). Try it again, but with a little less force.” Nora stated, backing out of the court to watch you once more.

You tried again, only for the ball to land just outside of the court.

“That’s ok, (Y/n), just try again.” Nora encouraged you. You tried again and again, only for you to keep hitting it out of the court.

You let out a huff, frustrated. “Captain…” You whined, turning to her with dragged feet. “This seems pointless. I just keep hitting out of bounds.” Nora raised a brow, not taking you for the type to give up so easily.

“You know we can’t leave until you get it right.” You pouted at her answer before going to try again. Nora stopped you, walking up to you and grabbing the hand you were holding your racket in. “Here. Make your hand face the net. That always helped me serve better.” Nora turned your wrist. “Now plant your feet so they’re in line with your shoulders.” You listened. “Now breathe in, slowly, and as you breathe in, toss the ball into the air and as soon as you exhale, swing. Don’t focus on the force. Focus on how your hand moves to hit the ball.” Nora realized how close she was to you, how weird this must’ve looked to others and what they might think.

She was starting to get self-conscious again.

Nora cleared her throat and backed out of the court again. Once she was far enough, you served again, the ball just making it into the court. You jumped up in excitement, coily hair bouncing with you. Your eyes darted towards her, a wide smile on your brown face.

“Captain! Captain I did it! Did you see?” You spoke with the giddiness of a child with a new toy, and, suddenly, Nora’s anger at you disappeared. Nora nodded with a smile.

“I saw. Good job, (Y/n).” You smiled wider at her praise, going to pick up all of the balls you managed to drop. Nora helped.

After cleaning up the mess you made, you both walked to the locker rooms. You repeated your routine from Friday, with Nora finishing earlier than you once again. Nora remembered how you had asked her to stay, and decided not to leave you behind. She walked to her locker in silence, getting dressed in some jeans, a graphic tee, and her same pair of sneakers she always wore before leaning against the walls of the showers like she did once before.

She was still facing away from you.

“(Y/n)?” Nora called, despite the lump in her throat about having to talk to you while you were naked.

“Yeah, Captain?” You answered, stopping the humming you were previously doing.

“May I ask, um, why are you always so…late?” Nora tapped her fingers on the wall and hoped she didn’t offend you with the question.

You were silent for a moment before answering. “I just lose track of time, y’know?” Nora’s eyebrow twitched again. You spoke as if you knew what she was thinking. “Yeah, yeah. I know that’s not a good excuse. However, I get so caught up in the little things that I just forget to remember the big things.” Another twitch of the eyebrow.

God, was it gonna get stuck like that?

You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself as Nora moved to sit on the bench. She preoccupied herself with her shoes again and waited for you to get dressed. The buzz of your phone interrupted the silence between you two. You grabbed it from out of your locker and looked at the bright screen before scowling and placing it back in your bag.

“I wanna know, Captain.” You started, as you put underwear on. Nora cursed the human evolutionary habit of looking at anyone and anything that made noise, as she had turned her gaze towards you as you were putting on a dress and oh my goodness you weren’t wearing a bra. Nora’s face burned as she quickly turned back around to look at her shoes. “Have you ever had Mr. Lance before?” It took a few seconds for Nora to register your question, and once she did, she shook her head no.

“U-Um… no. No I haven’t, um… Why do you ask?” Preoccupy yourself with the test, Nora. Focus on the test.

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“I wanted to thank you for once again putting up with me and helping me in practice. Other captains would’ve just left me there.” Now she felt bad for thinking about leaving. “You wanna go?” You turned to her with another smile, not caring that Nora wasn’t even facing you.

“You don’t have to. It’s really no problem.”

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“Come on, Captain. Please. I promise you it’ll be worth your time!” Nora finally gained the courage to look at you, and you were pouting. Good god you were pouting and it was so adorable and Nora really has to learn how to focus again.

Game on Saturday. Test on Monday.

Nora was in a trance. Your eyes had caught her in a trance and she couldn’t get out but she had to. So she agreed to your little adventure. You jumped up again in excitement and Nora was once again reminded of the fact that you don’t have on a bra. You both walked out of the locker room and you led Nora down the street to one of the coffee shops about 7 minutes away.

“Mr. Lance is just a few minutes from here.” You started as you put your phone in your bag after checking it again. “And I know the name seems kinda boring, however, they serve the best ice cream there is.” You gave Nora another beaming smile to reassure her, even though Nora didn’t need any reassurance.

Once you both arrived at the little parlor, you opened the door for Nora and she was immediately hit by the cool air and the smell of mint. Nora scrunched up her nose a little bit and sat at one of the red chaired booths. You sat opposite of her and folded your hands on top of each other.

“What do you usually get here?” Nora asked you, pushing her glasses up to her face.

“I either get the triple chocolate milkshake or the extra cookies and cream ice blizzard. But that’s my personal preference. Get whatever you want.” You said nonchalantly, not even looking at the menu.

Would it be too embarrassing for Nora to admit that she didn’t know how to choose? Nora thought that yes, it would be. However she couldn’t just not order something after you had brought her all the way here. That would be rude! But it would also be rude to sit there and order something she wouldn’t want and then sit there and pick at it because she had never really had time to–

“And what about you, miss?” Nora jumped at the voice. She looked up from her death match with the colorful menu and at the waiter who was standing there with a notepad in her pale hands.

“Uh…oh! Oh! I would like a…” What the hell was that first thing you said? “A triple chocolate milkshake, please.” Nora’s face burned at her awkwardness. Maybe she didn’t leave that weird teenage phase at all.

“Coming right up! I’ll just take these off your hands.” The waiter grabbed the menus and walked off to the kitchen.

Nora tried to act like she didn’t feel your gaze on her while you waited, and felt grateful when your phone buzzed for the third time that afternoon.

“Guess I’m popular today, huh Captain?” You let out a chuckle as you turned your phone off.

Nora smiled back and she hoped it wasn’t crooked.

You pulled at a curl on your head and frowned. “I’m so glad tomorrow is wash day. My hair’s been so uncooperative lately.” You pulled at the same curl again and watched as it bounced back into place. “Captain.” You called her. Nora answered. “What do you think I should do with my hair? Twists or plaits? Ooh maybe I can do box braids instead.” You shot out ideas to her, hoping she would choose and make your life a bit easier.

“Um… I think you’d look good in–in twists.” Frankly you would look good in anything.

Wait, what?

“Don’t you have to set out the whole day for that? You have classes tomorrow, don’t you?”

“I have one class in the afternoon but it shouldn’t be a problem. I can catch up easily.” You said nonchalantly.

She looked at the clock on the wall to check the time. 5:45 p.m. She cursed how fast this day was going.

Their treats came a few minutes later and you popped open your straw and dug in. Nora did the same, eyebrows raising at the onslaught of very, very sweet chocolate attacking her taste buds.

“See. I told you it was good!” You said, licking a little bit of chocolate off of your lips. You swirled your straw around your glass. “I’m glad you decided to come with me, though.” You said offhandedly.

“Why did you decide to bring me here?” Nora didn’t mean for her voice to sound all nervous. She would roll with the punches.

“Hmm. I already told you earlier that I wanted to thank you for putting up with me.” You took another sip and stuck your tongue out a bit. “But also, and forgive me if I seem rude but, I thought this would relax you.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “You always seem so…pent up. Like a stiff. I just noticed that you might need some sort of release or something, Captain. That’s all.” Nora realized that you were the only one to address her as Captain after practice, and in that moment she started to feel very…different.

Was she uncomfortable?

No, Nora wouldn’t exactly describe it as that.

It was just that the heat creeping up her neck and the sudden realization that you were right and the idea of getting some sort of release, as you put it, was making her feel very, very weird.

It didn’t help that Nora’s gaze went back to your lips and eyes and hands and chest and the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra hit her again and–

Why the hell was she so focused on that? Of all the damn things to focus on? It’s not like the concept of not wearing a bra was foreign to her, she did it from time to time herself but what the fuck was so different when you did it?

Focus on something else, Nora. Focus on something else.

Like the test!

She had a game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on Saturday, and boy were your eyes cute.

Game on Saturday, test on a Monday.

It’s not like she had a problem with it.

Game on Saturday, test on Monday.

She was fine. Nora was so fine. Nothing to worry about here.

Maybe she did need a release. A time for herself to relax.

Game Saturday, test Monday.

Oh god was she staring at you?

Game, test. Saturday, Monday.

Were you smiling at her? You look so sweet.

Monday. Saturday. Monday. Game. Test. Relax. Release. Relax. Relax. Game. Test. Saturday. Monday. Relax. Release.

Her glass was empty and you were smiling at her and UGH.

Nora stood up, her knees knocking into the booth as she did so.

“Is everything alright, Captain?” You expressed concern over her. Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile went away.

“I gotta go.” Nora managed to choke out. She reached into her back pocket for her wallet as you stared at her with confusion.

“What? Are you sure?” Nora threw $20 on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor.

“Yeah. I gotta… I gotta go…” Nora turned and sped out of the shop, leaving you alone.

She made it back to her apartment and unlocked the door with shaky hands. Abby greeted her from the couch, hair in a low ponytail instead of its usual braid.

“Hey, Nora you–“ Abby stopped herself when she finally looked at her roommate. “What’s wrong?” She turned to her and grabbed her before Nora could sped past the couch. “Come on. Around the couch you go.” Abby pulled Nora by her belt loop around the couch and made her sit down. “What’s up with you. And don’t say you have another test to study for because you’ve already studied enough.” Nora scrunched up her nose and looked away from Abby.

“There’s no such thing as too much studying.”

“Nora…” Abby’s voice was stern.

“Fine, fine… There’s this… this girl and she… she said I was a stiff and treated me to ice cream today and I can’t focus around her and also I can’t stop thinking about her and also–” Nora plopped herself face first into Abby’s lap, groaning loud enough for her roommate to hear.

“Does my Nora have a crush?” Abby teased at her, poking the back of her head. Nora sprung up.

“What! No! Of course not!” Abby didn’t believe her. “I just can’t focus around her, that’s all. And it’s frustrating me.” Nora defended herself, slumping against the couch.

“Hmm. Sounds like a crush to me.” Abby retorted, leaning her head on her hand.

Nora couldn’t have a crush! I mean, when has Nora ever had time to think about crushes? Or dating? Hell, with boys or girls!

“I don’t have time for crushes, Abby.” Nora slumped some more until she sat on the floor.

“You don’t have time for anything, Nora! All you do is work, work, work. And I know we’re in college but that doesn’t mean you have to give yourself to the seeds of capitalism just yet.” Abby kicked Nora in the thigh as a way of telling her to get off the floor.

Nora got up with a pout.

“All I’m saying, Nora,” She started, propping her feet on the coffee table, “is that maybe this could do you some good. You got to enjoy life, and you can’t enjoy it if you’re stuck hunched over a book all day.” Nora rolled her eyes before retreating to her room to take a cold shower.

The next morning, after her 4am run and a long shower, Nora got dressed for the day and sat down at her desk to study. She didn’t have any classes today, her professor for the day sending out an email to cancel class the night before. She opened the giant biology textbook that never left her desk and tried to remember where she had left off last.

I was writing notecards, she remembered as she searched her desk to find them.

Her search was interrupted by the loud ping of her cellphone. Nora chose to ignore it, thinking that it was probably just Abby trying to remind her to eat something. Her phone vibrated again and Nora rolled her eyes with a loud sigh and got up to check it out.

She walked over to her bed and picked the phone off the pillow, squinting her eyes at the sudden light hitting her face as another notification came.

“Hi, Captain!” It was you. You texted her.

Oh my god you texted her!

“I know you said only to use your number in case of emergencies but I guess this would qualify as an emergency because you kinda left in a hurry so!!!”

“Are you ok, Captain? I wanted to check up on you afterwards but I didn’t know whether you’d want me to use this number or not so I didn’t text you but I didn’t know what happened and I was getting nervous so I texted you.” God did you ramble.

“Sorry for rambling.” You sent a few seconds later. You added a crying emoji for effect.

It was then, in that moment, that Nora realized she didn’t know how to respond to you.

Why weren’t her fingers moving?

Why was she just staring at her phone with a stupid face?

Move, dammit! Move!

With a deep breath, Nora let out a big, long groan of, “ABBY!” Said friend was at her door within seconds, hair in a frenzy and protein bottle in her hands, ready to attack someone.

“Nora! Nora what is it? Is someone dying?” With wide eyes, Nora handed Abby her phone, to which Abby lowered her guard and grabbed it out of Nora’s hands. “Nora are you fucking kidding me?” Abby deadpanned after reading the messages, seeing it was only someone expressing concern over her friend and not like…cyberstalking her or some shit.

“I don’t know what to do please help me.” If Abby wasn’t so mad at her she'd tease her for her inexperience and compare her to a lamb. Abby flopped on the bed with a groan and started typing away.

“Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?” Nora asked frantically as she tried to snatch the phone out of her hands.

“I’m replying. Duh!” She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, but Abby! What are you saying to her?” Nora whined, attempting to grab it again only to fall on Abby’s lap.

“You know, for someone who denies that this is a crush you aren’t really helping your case all that much.” She continued typing, and Nora thought that whatever she was typing would be long and embarrassing and stressful.

“Abby!” Nora dragged out her name as she tried to reach for the phone again. “Come on! I know you’re gonna put something embarrassing!” Nora gave Abby a pout and made no move to move off of her friend.

“I’m not! I swear!”

“Then read it to me!”

“What?”

“Read what you wrote to her!”

“Ugh, you’re so childish.” She said as if she wasn’t the one typing something to Nora’s…Nora’s…well…Nora’s whatever. “Hey, (y/n).” Abby paused. “Such a cute name by the way. Good choice.” She continued. “I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I was wondering if we could meet up later and–” Nora started to protest, reaching up for the phone. Abby held it away from her. “And I could, hey quit that–” Abby smacked her hand away. “I could explain why I’ve been acting so weird lately, if that’s alright with you–Nooooooo.” Abby whined like a child when Nora snatched the phone away and deleted the text message. “All my hard work! Wasted! Oh the inhumanity!” Abby fell on the bed, fake fainting.

“I don’t wanna meet her.” Nora muttered as she stared at the phone with a glare.

“And why not? I told you, this is good!” Nora looked at her in disbelief. “This is good! You need a break, Nora. If you don’t slow down now next time you have time for yourself you’ll be a bag of bones!”

“Not a bag of bones…”

“Yes, a bag of bones! So you are going to take this phone, text this girl back, and you are going to talk to her or by god I will throw your planners away. And I know where you keep them. All of them.” Abby pushed the phone up to Nora’s face.

“Even the Scooby Doo one?”

“Especially the Scooby Doo one. That goes first. Now type.” With a cry and a wail about how hard Abby was making her life, Nora started texting you back, giving the phone to Abby for approval.

“Hey, (y/n).” She started typing. “Abby please don’t make me do this.” Abby didn’t budge. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me. I promise I’m ok and you don’t need to worry about me–”

“Don’t put that. You're invalidating her feelings.” Abby interjected.

“…I’m happy you checked up on me. If you want I’d like to meet–”

“Abby I’m nervous! Please can’t I just go back to studying?” Abby told her no.

“…up with you again. Maybe sometime this afternoon. Or whenever you want to it doesn’t have to be today it could be tomorrow or next week or–”

“You’re stalling.” Abby warned her, already reaching for her Scooby Doo planner hidden under her mattress.

“…Is this afternoon good?” Nora closed her eyes and hit send.

You replied within a minute.

“Sure! How about around 5. I should be done with my hair around then.” You sent a bunch of emojis afterwards and Nora plopped down in the bed with a groan after she agreed.

“See? You see how good things go when you listen to me?” Abby put the almost destroyed planner back in its place and patted Nora on the head. Nora groaned even louder. “Now. I want to know what time you’re going so you can have time to look nice.” Abby added emphasis on that last part. “And I mean it. No sweatpants or oversized jackets. I want you looking nice.” Nora’s face dropped at Abby’s constrictions.

“You’re already making me suffer by going outside but now you’re making me dress nice? You’re killing me, Abby!”

“No, I’m helping you. Now hold on for a second. I need to text the group chat about this historical moment.” Nora's eyes widened as she watched Abby get up and run back to her room before she could stop her.

When 4:30 rolled around, Nora patted herself down nervously and stared at Abby with a confused face.

“Come on, Nora. You look fine.” Nora stared at herself once more, her black jeans, light blue t-shirt and black shoes seeming too…boring for this.

“I-I don’t know, Abby. Maybe I should just cancel and say I got sick. Is it too late to hit myself with something?” Nora held her purse in shaky hands.

“No! You’re doing this. Now come on.” Abby dragged her from out her room and to the living room, where their friends, Manny, Owen, and Mel were hanging out and watching tv.

“You guys! Abby’s forcing me to go outside! Help me!” Nora tried to plead as she dragged her feet on the floor.

“Hmm… I don’t see a problem with that.” Manny spoked, looking at her with amusement clear on his features.

“Yeah, Nora. Owen and I for sure thought you were going to turn into a vampire or something if you stayed inside any longer.” Mel agreed while Owen nodded his head.

“That’s not how vampirism works and you know it!” Nora planted her feet into the ground and groaned. “Owen! Hide me! Help me! Save me!” Nora pleaded as Abby pushed her along to the door.

“Sorry, Nora. My expertise is animals not humans.” He said with a shrug and put his head on Mel’s shoulder.

“Traitors! Traitors! All of you!” Abby finally got her to the door and pushed her out with a huff.

“You be back no earlier than 6. Got it?” Abby ordered. Before Nora, could protest, Abby interrupted her. “If you wanna save the Scooby Doo planner you better start walking.” Nora closed her mouth and glared at her before calling her a muscle head and walking away. She heard the chorus of bye’s and have fun’s as she walked down the hall. You both had agreed to meet up at the campus park, and as Nora walked up, she saw you sitting on the bench with a book in your hands. Nora recognized it as Pride and Prejudice, something Abby had read a thousand times.

You looked up and spotted her. With a smile, you said, “Hi, Captain!” You placed the book beside you and waved at her. You had twists in your hair, and it went down to just below your shoulders.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Nora sat down next to you and placed her hands in her lap.

“I’m glad you decided to meet up! I was really worried about you yesterday.” You tried to keep the smile on your face despite the concern present.

Nora’s face burned as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that I…um…” Nora couldn’t really explain herself in that moment.

“No need to explain yourself, Captain. I’m just glad you’re ok.” Your smile never faltered and Nora decided to smile back.

“But-But thank you! For, um, taking me to the ice cream place yesterday. I really appreciate it.” Nora didn’t know why she was stuttering so much. If the group were here they’d be laughing at her.

“No problem. I like going there a lot. Not just for the treats but…it’s calming. Gives me time to get away.” Your phone buzzed and you checked it with a frown.

“Is everything alright?” Nora felt kinda sad when your attention wasn’t on her.

“Yeah. It’s just my stupid ex.” EX? Ex as in ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend? Ex-partner? Oh my god what was Nora thinking? She didn’t have time for crushes! Let alone any time for exes or dating of feelings or–

“Hey, Captain.” Nora perked up.

“Y-Yeah?” She could run. Nora could run and hide and go back to the apartment Scooby Doo planner be DAMNED.

“You remember when I told you about getting caught up in the little things?” Nora remembered, yes. “This is one of those little things. Just relaxing in the park, or going to the ice cream parlor, or staying after practice with you.”

Wait, what? Nora must’ve misheard.

“I could never share those little things with anybody else. Not even a person I had thought I liked. But I can with you.” You turned to her with a smile, moving a stray twist from out of your face. “I’m glad I was able to show you the things that relax me. Hopefully, Captain, they can relax you too.”

“Nora.” She blurted out.

“Hmm?” You titled you head to the side.

“You can call me Nora. I-I don’t mind.” You smiled at her, and Nora started to feel her heart burst in her chest.

“Ok…Nora.” Oh.

Oh.

Nora liked you.

Holy shit. She liked you.

“I-I’m glad you thought about me so much.” Nora played with her fingers as she spoke.

“Well, Nora. How about we go see a movie? I hear there’s this new mystery movie that’s so intense that people lost their senses when they left the theater!”

Nora laughed at your giddiness.

“Sure. I’d like that.” You stood up and grabbed your book to place it in your bag. You held out your hand to Nora and she took it, although a bit hesitantly.

“Cool. Let’s go, then.”

Maybe, just maybe, Nora could learn how to handle a crush this time around.

#the last of us part 2 #Nora x reader #Nora Harris #Nora Harris x reader #black reader #tlou2 nora #Nora Harris DESERVED BETTER BLACK GIRLS RISE #This is for the black girls and gays ONLY #the last of us part ii #tlou fanfic #tlou2 #tlou2 fanfic #Abby Anderson #tlou #fluff #gay sap Nora #gaydies let’s GO #Black reader #Nora’s stressed and gay and stressed about that

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hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong · 3 years

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The new director

Rex and Quetz were laying in bed together the night before the new director was to arrive and all the servants were to be unsummoned.

Rex: Quetz... I dunno if I can handle you leaving me...

Quetz: it'll be OK mi amor... I told you we'll be reunited eventually.

Rex: how can you be so sure?

Quetz: have faith mi amor, we will be together again! You'll see

Rex: ...if you say so...

Quetz: just believe me. But for now... we will have to part ways

Rex: I don't think I can handle that

Quetz: I know you can. Just hold on for long enough.

Rex: ok... just hold me... for tonight.

Quetz: of course

That night the two fell asleep together, but the next morning Rex was alone for the first time in a while.

Rex: ...dammit all... why...

Later that day Rex, the twins and Da Vinci met up with the new director and the staff he brought in

Gordy: as the new director I will be bringing in some changes to Chaldea. *reffering to the twins* you two, don't expect to stay much longer after everything is said and done. *now to Rex* you on the other hand have far too much potential to let go.

Rex: ...thank you director

Gordy: ooh! Surprisingly obedient of you! Tho a bit quiet

Rex: ...

Gordy: when the other Clock tower mages arrive they'll definitely have some questions for you regarding your predecessor and all that magecraft knowledge he refused to share.

After Gordy says this Rex shoves a journal onto him

Rex: here, all the knowledge the old man left me. I don't need it anymore anyways.

Gordy, taking the book: this is all he left? No proper teachings?

Rex: no, he just left me the book the crest, made me come here and kicked the bucket

Gordy: under normal circumstances I wouldn't believe you. But considering the stories I've heard about him that checks out.

Rex: good to hear...

Gordy, to Da Vinci: why is he so quiet anyways?

Da Vinci: he's upset, since he had to separate from the servant he was in a relationship with.

Gordy: in a relationship?! With a servant?! Bloody ridiculous! Servants are tools! Not romantic partners! How absurd

Rex was ready to punch the hell outta the new director, Da Vinci grabbing his hand before he could was the only thing stopping him

Da Vinci, quietly: no! Do not! I know you're upset but you can't harm him!

Rex, relaxing his arm: fine...

Later on Rex was in the halls with Fou, when he ran into Gordy's "assistant"

Vitch: oh! Well if it isn't the "world saving" master ...and his stupid pet

Rex: well if it isn't Gordy's lil pet. Wtf do you want?

Vitch: just walking through my new workplace.

Fou immediately got aggressive with the new assistant

Fou, trying to fight Vitch: fou! Kyou!

Vitch: stupid little runt! *she retaliates by stepping on him* ha!

Fou: fou!

Rex: hey!

Vitch: you may have been a threat once upon a time, but now... hmph. You're nothing

Rex, pissed enough as is decided to do something about it. He uses a magecraft trick he learned. Enhancing his speed, strength and endurance to turn himself into a human battering ram! Knocking Vitch down. Soon after he grabs the lil beast and runs off before Vitch could recover.

Vitch: stupid little master...

Rex mostly stayed in his room, alone waiting for the new guys to finish up. Then eventually... things go wrong

Mysterious soldiers clad in black invade Chaldea with a servant leading the charge. Rex, the twins, Mash and Da Vinci have to fight off the invading force to get to Da Vinci's secret project.

Rex: dammit these assholes are annoying!

Mash: why are they here?! What do they want?!

Da Vinci: doesn't matter! They invaded Chaldea so they're a threat!

Rex, despite just being a human master isn't defenseless. He wields the sword given to him by Zerkerlot and the gun Emiya assassin gave, even if he hoped to never use it.

Rex: damn this sword is useful!

Mash: senpai, I'm surprised you can wield it so well

Rex: lots of practice with servants paid off!

Eventually the group makes it to the shadow border, only to hear the desperate plees of the new director

Gordy, over comms: no! I don't want to die! I haven't done anything worthwhile with my life yet! No one's ever praised me before!

Rikko: you guys heard that?

Rikka: just like Olga!

Rex: dammit all! I really don't want to but I guess we have to help!

Rex and Mash go to save him, fighting off the soldiers and dragging him back to the shadow border.

Gordy: you all are helping me?! After all I did?! Why?!

Mash: is now the time for such questions?!

Rex: it's because you reminded us of someone we couldn't save! Now stopping questioning your saviors!

Gordy: ...thank you

They then run into the servant

Rex: dammit...

???: why if it isn't the master and his lil demi-servant. This is actually very good, now I can kill you here and now before you become a problem.

As she says this she launches a wave of icicles towards the two, Mash blocking them with her shield.

Mash: senpai! Director! Go! I'll hold her off!

Rex: we can't just leave you!

Mash: there's no time!

Rex: wait... the sword

Gordy: what about that sword?! What's it going to do against a servant?

Rex: it's a noble phantasm dumbass!

Gordy: wait what?! How do you have access to a noble phantasm!?

Rex: by treating my servants like people!

Rex: I don't know how to use it but...

While trying to use the sword's power he remembered what he heard Caster Cu tell Mash when she struggled to use her shield

Flashback Cu: she's a servant, even if she doesn't know the noble phantasm's true name, instinct will help her

Then Rex's sword becomes surrounded by a dark black tendril like energy. Similar in appearance to whenever Zerkerlot uses a weapon.

Rex: alright! Here ya go bitch!

He thrusts the sword forward towards the servant and wave of the black energy blasts from the sword, hitting the servant's shoulder and knocking her down

???: ah!

Mash: you did it senpai!

Gordy: how the devil?!

Rex: no questions! Move!

The three rum back to the shadow border, bow everyone getting back in, with Da Vinci not far behind until...

Da Vinci: ugh!

Priest, with his hand through her neck: well well well, where do you all think you're going?

Rex: Da Vinci!

Mash: Da Vinci!

Rikko and Rikka: no!

Da Vinci, : I'm sorry you guys... but it looks like... I won't... be coming with you...

The priest tries to remove his hand but Da Vinci won't let him

Da Vinci: now now now! You just murdered a genius! You have to face the consequences!

Priest: dammit!

The group enters the shadow border, which is launched out of Chaldea.

While inside Rex runs into Holmes, who he never saw since he stayed in his room

Rex: Holmes!?

Holmes: in the flesh

Rex: why are you still here?!

Holmes: Da Vinci said I would be needed so I hid.

Rex: how the fuck are you more needed then Quetz!

Holmes: now now, don't get mad at me.

Rex: whatever!

Eventually much later, after they finally erase the Russian lostbelt. Rex is reunited with Quetz and he's never been happier. While in the shadow border headed to their next destination.

Gordy: ...Rex

Rex: hmm?

Gordy: I would... like to... apologize... I know it's far too late, by the root is it too late. But I'm sorry for my behavior. And for doubting your relationship with your servant. Clearly you two... are very much in love.

Rex: well... it's a start. But I won't be able to forgive you so easily.

Gordy: that's alright... I don't blame you...

Eventually after the priest attacked them and took Kadoc back, Rex was in his new shadow border room. Finally laying in bed with Quetz again, after so very long.

Rex: Quetz... it's been so long. It's nice to... finally be with you again.

Quetz: it's nice to see you again too mi amor. I told you to have faith we'd meet again.

Rex: yeah... it was just... so depressing... without you... here with me...

Quetz: I know... but we're together again mi amor. You'll never have to worry about us separating again

Rex: I hope you're right.

A/N: so here's what happened with Rex before the lostbelts and a bit after. The beginning was difficult to get through but the rest of easy enough.

Tags

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Edit: forgot a tag

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #wife #rex #rexcoatl #mash kyrielight #goredolf music #leonardo da vinci #sherlock holmes #mastersona #anastasia #gudas

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a-cat001 · 3 years

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I Will Protect You

It was evening and you were on your way to visit Ueno academy in order to see Leib but also to visit with the other members, especially considering Cu Sith was practically bouncing off the walls in Leib’s office when he heard you would be visiting. You had called Leib the day prior to ask if he would be willing to check you over since you were still banged up from a recent fight you had gotten into and while Shiro had warned you not wait, you were still afraid of the lecturing as well as painful shot you would get from Dr. Shennong should you have walked into his office in your current condition.

As you make your way to Ueno Academy you spot Cu Sith making his way towards you waving as he goes “Good morning master!” as he stops in front of you he immediately pulls you into a hug, his soft fur brushing up against your face. You return the hug and pat his head which gets a small giggle from him “hehe, I always miss your head pats when you're away.” His gaze then shifts to your arms which are exposed, showing some of the cuts and bruises you had obtained after your fight from the previous day to which tears began to well up in Cu Sith’s eyes. You manage to calm down his cries to mere sniffles with plenty of head pats and a bit of candy and then ask if Leib was in his office. Cu Sith wipes away his remaining tears before returning to his normally cheerful disposition, “Leib?- Oh! He’s right there”, Cu Sith points behind to a wall behind him next to the corner of the street, there you see Leib leaning against a wall looking only half awake. Cu explains that he had convinced Leib to get out of his office to get some sunlight and exercise, something that he was impartial to but Cu Sith had managed to pester him enough about it to get him to come. You and Cu Sith make your way over to Leib who greets you with a slight wave, “So about the thing I asked yesterday” you start, “good grief, you in particular are always making more work for your senior here, why do I go around pampering you like this?”He remarks. “Because you love your favorite junior” you reply a little cheekily causing Leib to narrow his eyes at you, “aaand because I’ll scratch you behind the ears when we get back” you add with a smile. Leib sighs and relents, “Fine, I’ll give a look over now let me see”. Leib looks you over and notes that there are no serious injuries to be dealt with but goes ahead with disinfecting your cuts and bandaging them with some medical supplies he brought along. He sighs again as finishes up, “first I'm dragged out of my cozy office and now this, what’s next?”, “hey you need to get some sunlight or all your hair’s going to fall out and you’ll shrivel up” Cu Sith retorts. After Leib finishes Cu Sith begins to lead the way back until a shadowy figure appears from a nearby alleyway, “Well look what we have here, you guys wanna follow me for a little get together?”. You and Leib narrow your eyes at the figure in suspicion but Cu Sith begins to talk “sorry sir we got to meet up with our friends today, maybe we can hang out another time”. The figure grins at the statement before responding, “well that's just too bad since we can’t go back without you, get’em boys”, before you realize it, you're surrounded by other figures who leap from the shadows and upon closer inspection you notice something. On their arms you can see a tattoo, the black gavel, a symbol ordained by a notorious group of transient traffickers who capture transients for sale on the black market. Cu Sith is quick to step between the traffickers and you and Leib, “D-don’t worry, I will protect you two!”. The assailants begin to slowly close in as one hurls a black orb at Cu Sith who dodges the orb but another flies in from the side, this time hitting Leib in the chest. The orb splits apart on contact into several bands that pull back Leib’s arms and bind them tightly together as if they had a mind of their own before pinning them to his body, the bands then swerve downwards and wrap around his legs, pulling them together and binding them down to the ankle. Unable to maintain his balance he stumbles and falls to the ground with a thud, causing Cu Sith to turn around and shout “LEIB!”. He prepares himself for a howl before another one of the orbs comes flying out, this one flying into Cu Sith’s mouth, exploding into bands that wrap around his snout, shutting it tightly before two more bands circle around the back of his head and tighten. Cu Sith begins to pull at the muzzle, only able to let out muffled sounds as you run in to aid him with your sword, deflecting more of the incoming orbs but as you continue to deflect the orbs more and more are thrown and soon there are too many and you find yourself tied up as well when one hits you in the back. Cu Sith forgets the muzzle and reaches down to help you but is stopped when an orb hits him in the hand and causes bands to fly out, binding his wrists to his ankles in an uncomfortable position. The three of you are left squirming on the ground as the traffickers convene, “Why don’t you keep quiet you mangy mutt”, the leader says, “Hey, get away from him!” you shout. The leader turns his attention to you and grabs a hold of your collar, “This one is really nice, I think I’ll keep this one for myself”, Leib growls before shouting “why don’t you keep your grubby hands off both of them!” This time when the leader turns his attention to Leib he kicks him in the stomach before putting his foot down on his head “I think you should learn your place real quick old-timer”. At the scene unfolding Cu Sith begins to struggle harder as the leader reaches down and gags Leib, he then signals the others who begin to drag you two away while another heads to Cu Sith. By this point Cu Sith is struggling furiously and as the trafficker approaches him he suddenly rips through his bindings, knocking away the trafficker. He then leaps over to the leader and lifts him up by the shoulders before slamming him into the other traffickers pulling you away, sending the trio flying back into the rest. Cu Sith steps in front of the two of you and rips off his muzzle, the leader signals the rest to attack but as he does Cu Sith bares his teeth and inhales deeply before releasing a ferocious howl, the sonic blast sending all the attackers flying back. With the attackers unconscious, he turns to you and Leib and frees the two of you, “are you two ok?” he asks. Leib brushes himself off before answering “yeah we’re fine”, he then looks over to Cu Sith before placing a hand on his head and smiling, “you did good Cu Sith”, “Yeah Cu Sith, you were amazing!” you add. Cu Sith looks between the two of you before tears well up in his eyes and he grabs both of you into a hug, “H-hey! You’re going to knock us over” Leib says before he releases you. You then call Tajikarao who shows up to the scene to arrest the traffickers, giving him an explanation of what happened before your group heads back to the dorms.

Back at the dorms you’re greeted by the others as Alp quickly suggests doing a karaoke night while you and Cu Sith prepare stew. Alp is of course the first to go followed by Fenrir who busts out the synthesizer and then Jambavan, who while shy, was a surprisingly good singer. While you watch you give Leib his head scratches as he melts in your hands until it’s your turn and decide to do a duet with Cu Sith. After dinner you head to bed before you come up to Cu Sith lying on the ground and begin to rub his belly “This is for doing so great today”, Cu Sith’s tongue hangs out the side of his mouth as he gives into the tummy rubs. Cu Sith the curls up into you, snuggling up into your chest, “I hope we get to stay together forever master, you, me and and Leib and all of my friends”. You pat his head and tell him “ I’ll always stay with you Cu Sith” causing him to smile as he buries his head into you and drifts off. You begin to drift off as well until something plops down behind you and you watch as a pair of arms reach around you and Cu Sith, pulling you into Leib’s chest before you finally drift off.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Gotham Lockdown 2020

Part 18

Summary: Christmas for Roman and Reader

You awoke and smiled it was Christmas! You were beyond tickled to be sharing this Christmas with Roman. This entire time in lockdown had been hard. You still could not believe it had not come to an end. During, all this time the two of you grew stronger. It had been hard. The range of emotions had really taken a toll on the two of you. But now, things were finally just settling. You still couldn’t believe Roman had planned that small dance party for you and your friends. So you certainly hoped he would like the presents you had managed to get your hands on.

“Roman,” You whispered. “Roman, its Christmas morning. Time wake up.”

“Five more minutes.” He managed to grumble, partially into his pillow.

“Ok, sleepy head.” You gave him a kiss and fluttered off to shower.

******

Once he heard the water was running, he practically ran over to the bar in his office. He managed to pop his first bottle of champagne to kick off Christmas and New Years. He made sure one of the bottles of orange juice would be in his bar. He poured the mimosas! He placed them on the table near the tree. The croissants would have to wait.

Stripping down, the swaths of steam and the sweet smells of your soap enveloped him.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You giggled. “I thought you needed five more minutes.” You turned to face him.

He shrugged. “I decided to get up.”

******

As he eyed his reflection while shaving, he also absently watched as you also got ready for the day. He banged some shaving cream off his razor, and put it down. Once again no shadow of grow darkened his face. He looked over at you. You were flushed from just finishing with the hair dryer. “We’re exchanging with Victor and Doll-Face much later right?”

You nodded. “Yup. Doll-Face had something planned for them so, it will be nice and relaxing for us.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“You missed a spot.”

He rose his eyebrows, he glanced at his face then back a you. He offered you his razor. You put the dryer away and came over. Hoping onto the counter, you took the razor from him.

Hmm, you made a thoughtful sound. “Look at me.” Your soft delicate hands brought his face down. “Ahh yes, there’s the spot.” You put the razor down once again.

Scooting over, he rinsed his face. You grabbed the towel he had warming. You held it in your hands so he dry his face. He pulled back and smiled. Reaching he was about to just grab a random aftershave. He pulled his fingers back and smiled at you. “Pick one for me.”

“Oh, I get to chose which one will out me under your spell?”

He chuckled. “Yes.”

*****

“Would you like to turn on the tree? I can and get us a quick nibble.” Roman, said just before you reached where the tree was.

“Sure.”

He got the croissants, warmed them just enough so they would be nice and flaky grabbed the butter. He cued up his mp3 player of Frank Sinatra singing, White Christmas. He slipped on a Santa hat and made his way out to you.

You were holding up the mimosas. “When did you do this?” He tried to give you an innocent look. “Maybe Santa?”

“Look at you.” He smiled broadly. He put the plate down and took the mimosas from you and put those down as well.

He pulled you close, easily your found yourselves and danced to the Christmas carols. “Happy baby?” He whispered close to your ear.

“I am.”

He adjusted the santa hat so it stayed on place. He didn’t know why but he was struck with all they had already gone through. The kidnapping had been pretty bad but the girl gang, had almost killed you. Then there had been all of this. The silent killer that killed at random.

Pulling back, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re here.”

“Me too.” Your eyes twinkled from the Christmas tree lights.

He drew close to you once again. And then closer still. Your lips met, you were then kissing and dancing; he couldn’t be happier.

******

Nestled close on the sofa, the floor a fluff with wrapping paper the bottle of champagne and orange juice had found themselves on the table beside them. A slow and easy smile was spread across his face. His face was warm and fuzzy from the champagne. He rarely let himself grow tipsy and never ever drunk, well except at the start of all this when he was angry and feeling helpless.

Now, as Christmas was reaching the afternoon he was enjoying a state of tipsiness with you. The santa hat was askew on his head. With hooded eyes, he exchanged quick kisses that resulted in the two of you giggling.

You giggled as he managed to sneak one your shoulder where it peaked from your oversize Christmas shirt with a cute version of Rudolph on it. “We...we should probably eat something.”

“Oh?” He chuckled. “Ok.”

You got up and wavering, he stood with you also weaving a bit. Your eyes lit up spying the bowl of pasta and meatballs.

You went to heat it up, while he found a bag of his favorite popcorn. He enjoyed a handful. While waiting for it to warm up, you went over to him. You laid a finger in the middle of the abominable snowman shirt. “Victor, would never let you live this down.”

He leaned and smirked, “That is why this will be off before we see him and Doll-Face.” He stood a little straighter and had another handful of popcorn.

“Can I have some?”

He held the bag out to you and you took a handful.

“Popcorn down!” He exclaimed.

“Huh, what?”

Putting the bag down. He looked at you, giving you a playful look. “A piece of popcorn went down your shirt.”

“Oh, well then you had better get it.” You held up your arms.

“I will get you popcorn!” He announced, giggling and gently holding up your shirt, he tried to get that stray piece of popcorn but it alluded him. Catching you eye, he peppered your soft stomach with some kisses.

You giggled and wiggled more.

****

When the elevator opened, Victor and Doll-Face heard the giggles and chuckles from you and Roman. They stopped in their tracks and shared a look.

Roman, in a Santa Hat and a pair of an abominable snow man t-shirt placing kisses on your tummy but only after announcing he’d get a piece of popcorn.

You were in a Clarice, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer’s girlfriend pajama t-shirt and leggings. You were giggling and wiggling as Roman kissed you.

“Let’s give them some more time.” Victor said, putting an arm around his girl and steering the two of them back to the elevator.

“Yes, let’s do that.” But you patted Victor’s strong torso. “I hope you, that you had nothing to worry about with this light up Christmas sweater.”

“I suppose. Still can’t believe I’m wearing it.”

Doll-Face, wrapped in her shrug he gave her went on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. “You look really cute in it and you know it makes me happy.”

He smirked. “There is that.”

The elevator arrived with its signature ding and they disappeared into it.

*******

Roman, stopped mid tummy kiss and looked up at you. “Did you hear that?”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t sure.”

He pressed the kiss and smirked. “Let me be sure.”

The food finished warming, you grabbed it and and fork. Then, as fast as your tipsy body would let you laid down beside the tree.

“There you are!” He announced, easily knelt down and then hung over you. “I’m afraid they probably saw us.” The santa hat finally fell off above.

“Oppps.”

He move closer to you, his nose gently touching yours. “Do you know what that means?”

You reached up and gently fluffed his hair that had been dampened by the hat. Your heart picked up speed in a way that only Roman had ever been able to do to you. “You’ll never live it down that I has you wear this?” You let one of your hands wander around his strong middle.

He smiled. “Well yes but I now I don’t have to wait till later to open my favorite Christmas present.” He lowered his face gently to your tummy again.

“Did you really just say that?” Giggling hard.

He looked up at you with a fiendish glint but with a giggle on his lips. “Hey, before I could hunker down and watch some of the more classic Christmas movies with you; don’t think I didn’t hear you watching some of the sappy romantic ones. I know I heard that line once or twice.”

“So you heard me or me and Doll-Face watching them?” Your face flushed hot.

“Yup.” He pulled down, one side of your leggings down and it exposed your hip. He kissed it. “Now, you can experience the real thing.” He kisses began to move the other way and your heart quickened with pleasure.

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Boys are weird

BUTTERFLIES AND BANDAIDS- chapter 4

Boys are weird

••

The boy stared down at his best friend. Eyes locked on hers, trying to figure out what to say. His train of thought was halted when he heard a little giggle from Y/N

"I was just joking Haz, you look like you're gonna pass out...am I that ugly?" She stuck her tongue out at the boy and he just shook his head letting out a little chuckle himself.

"Not at all love, just caught me off guard is all" his fingers went up to pinch her cheek before dropping back on her bed. He tried to push the thought out of his head, but he does wonder about how Y/N's lips would feel on his, not just his cheek or forehead like he's used to.

He imagines they'd feel soft, they're rather full and plump. He thinks they'd feel like a little pillows against his. Her cherry chapstick leaving a little layer of grease on his, but he wouldn't mind.

He was brought out of his little day dream by the girl herself, "Harry are you listening to me?" He looked up at her and blinked a few times "sorry love, mind drifted. What were you saying?"

The young girl gave him a little playful eye roll. "I asked how I look, these jeans are new I got them because Emma said they make my butt looks good, thoughts?" She did a little spin and he huffed

"Not gonna comment on your body little love. You know you're beautiful, looks great" he gave her a smile and she returned it.

"Thanks stinky" her little hand held his cheek as she kissed his other one, smiling at him.

"No problem dummy" he blew her a kiss before sitting up and cracking his back.

"You really gonna go to Eli's house? I really don't think it's a good idea, got a bad feeling sweetheart."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and his eye brows pinched together. The younger girl looked up at him with a tilted head

"What do you mean?"

Harry let out a low sigh and ran his fingers through his chocolate locks trying to find a way to warn her without being a dick.

"Well, sometimes guys can be jerks. Some guys don't have good intentions, they want selfish things and some guys don't take no for an answer and that's what I'm afraid of. Not ever gonna let someone hurt you if I can help it. You're my best friend, still see you like the little girl I met. Just as protective over you as I am over my mum and sister. Care about you sweetheart."

He gave her a warm smile after speaking and she took a second to let it sink in. Looking back at him a nervous look on her pretty eyes

"What do you think he wants from me?"

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater when she asked, nervous energy evident with the slight shake of her fingers.

"I don't know bunny, that's what I'm scared of." He brought his fingers up to push a few curls from her face, rubbing his thumb on her blushing cheeks.

"Okay...I'll tell him I'll reschedule with him...do you wanna do something together instead?"

He gave her a smile, nodding and twirling her hair around his pointer finger.

"Course, always wanna hangout with my girl. Can go to that diner we like tonight? Steal a couple beers from your brothers stash and have a little movie night?"

Y/N smiled at the offer, nodding and holding her hand up, palms smacking and pinkies locking as they did their handshake, purely muscle memory at this point.

"Sounds good. Think Luke is at his friends anyway, he won't care. But for now let's go get some snacks and I gotta get tampons so let's go to the pharmacy."

Harry let out a groan, he may be her best friend but he's never super into hearing about periods or her needs for period products.

"Relax, you're so dramatic. I don't start till next week but I wanna just get them now cus Lily used the last of them, I'm paying for the snacks this time so be nice or I'll eat all of them myself"

She poked his chest and he just nodded chuckling a bit.

"And I'm the dramatic one?"

••

The two teens jogged down the steps of her family home, hopping over the baby gate at the bottom of the steps, greeted by her 3 year old brother Jackson, 8 month old sister Miley and then year old Violet. All of the toddlers looking up at them, instantly getting excited.

The little ones have always loved Harry, and he loved them just as much. He's always wanted to have kids, so they are kinda like his little practice family till he settles down and has his own. Plus making a baby smile is one of his top ten favorite feelings.

Jackson was the first to rush towards the older boy, hugging his leg and smiling

"Hi! I missed you! We play football together?" The little boy looked up at Harry and he smiled down at him, rubbing his head

"Course we can, later yea? Going out with your sissy for a little while. I'll bring you back a surprise though, don't tell your mommy ok?"

He talked lowly like it's a big secret, getting the toddler even more excited as he pinky promised not to tell.

The next one up was Violet, she was a sweetheart just like her older sister but she definitely has a sass that Y/N was too shy to have when she was little.

She lifted her little arms up prompting him to lean down and pick her up, kissing her cheek while settling her on his hip.

"Hey Vi, how are you today?"

The little girl grabbed onto his necklace and smiled at him

"Good Berry, tooked nap!"

The fact she still couldn't say his name, and settled for 'berry' instead still made Y/N giggle sometimes, the boy found it endearing though.

"You took a nap?! That's great! Good job!"

He highfived her tiny hand and kissed her little knuckles before letting her down, watching her run off to the little play area they had in their living room.

Finally Miley managed to scoot her way up to Y/N getting promptly scooped up, she was definitely a lovey little baby. She loved being held, kisses, cuddles any affection anyone wanted to give her, she welcomed. She was a lot like Y/N, they are both the softest most cuddly girls he's ever met. And he still finds it adorable.

The baby babbled a bit, smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out. A new trick she had learned from her older brother. Harry gave her a smile and a kiss on her rosy chubby little cheeks, giving her a quick cuddle and baby talk session before the two teens left the army of infants with their mother and started making their way towards the small pharmacy at the end of the block.

The pair made conversation as they went, mostly Y/N telling him gossip she'd heard, and because he is guilty of being quite the gossip himself, he ate up every bit of it.

"There's no way! You're lying!" He exclaimed as she told him a juicy little bit about a girl she is on the volleyball team with.

"I swear! She really is! She's pregnant, by Austin Lewis!"

She waved her hands around as she talked, both of them shocked at the piece of drama they now were clued in on.

"God, that's gonna be one ugly baby...Austin's an ugly little prick, personality and looks wise. She must be legally blind." The boy chuckled at his own comment, holding the door open for her as they entered the store.

They continued to chat among themselves as they browsed the isles, grabbing snacks and the tampons she came for. Harry made sure to snag a little bouncy ball from a crank machine for Jackson on their way out. Knowing the little boy would lose his mind over the brand new toy.

••

They made it back safe and well, both distributing the snacks and bouncy ball to their intended recipients before marching back up the steps, Y/N snagging 4 beers from her brothers closet on the way and stashing them under her bed for the evening.

The pair sat together talking and simply enjoying each other's company. Both always feeling content even if they are both on their phones not talking, as long as they were in each other's vicinity they were content.

Harry only looked up when he heard an audible gasp from the girl beside him, seeing an immediate blush rush to her face and eyes wide as ever, cocking his eyebrow at the girl.

"What? It looks like you just saw a ghost"

He sat himself up and peeked at her phone screen, eyes widening before squinting when he saw what she was looking at.

A text message from Eli, normal enough until he saw the very graphic dick pic he sent attached to it.

The boy instantly went into protective mode and snatched the phone

"Yea you don't need to look at stuff like that, why did he send you that? You're like 6, no don't look Y/N!" He held the phone away from her grabbing hands and scrolled up the thread of messages.

" 'You sure you're not able to come over tonight?' 'I had something special planned, even got some drinks for us' 'really wish you were coming...' 'know it's a bit unexpected but maybe this might change your mind about coming...got me rock hard just thinking about you baby' what the hell-"

Harry read the texts aloud and cringed at most of them, Y/N blushing like crazy hiding her face in her hands.

"I knew that kid just wanted to sleep with you. He literally sent a picture of his dick mid conversation, he has horrible game bloody hell"

Harry took it upon himself to delete the picture from their texts and send the boy a text himself.

' keep your dick pics to yourself mate, She's 14- Harry'

Sending it off before handing her phone back and blowing out a breath.

"Oh my god...this is the most embarrassing moment of my life...I can't believe you just sent him that text...I can't believe I just saw his penis...I'm- what is even going on?"

The young girl groaned as she finished talking flopping back on her bed, the boy chuckling a bit as he watched her.

"That's high school boys for you. They think with their pricks, not their heads sweetheart. They see you and have one thing on their mind, and I will die before I let you sleep with some guy who has a small dick. Not gonna happen love."

She simply shrugged and gave him the side eye, getting a cheeky smile from the boy who was covering up his sliver of jealousy with his protective tendencies. He knew it was up to her what she did with her body, but he hated the thought of her sleeping with some boy who only wants one thing from her. As much as she is a smart girl, she's still a bit naïve at times. So of course he does what he can to keep her safe.

If he has to endure looking at his classmates penises to keep her protected, then he will.

He secretly felt a bit of an ego boost seeing that kids dick compared to his, Harry knew he had at least 5 inches more than Eli and was a hell of a lot thicker. He knew he was above average in that department but who doesn't love a good confirmation once in a while?

Y/N finally let out a little laugh, starting to lose the embarrassment and find humor in the situation turning to Harry and letting out another laugh

"His dick was...ugly. I've seen others but why did his looks so odd? It was like 4 different colors! Is that normal?"

The boy snorted and laughed with her shaking his head

"Mine isn't, not sure on if it's normal or not. But out of the dicks I've seen in my life his was probably the ugliest."

She smiled at him and poked his side

"You go around looking at penises in your free time Styles?" She raised an eyebrow and he let out another bark of a laugh.

"Not intentionally usually, locker room and porn is usually where I'm exposed to guys bits. Some guys don't care much about just letting it all hang out in the showers"

The girl giggled and sat up a bit. Smiling and laughing quietly to herself while she gets comfortable against her headboard.

"Boys are weird, girls don't get like fully naked usually but I've seen lots of boobs in the locker room. Katie Wilson has really nice boobs, I'm honestly jealous. I have seen Sarah Peters fully naked in the showers, that's really it. I've seen guys in the locker room like twice when I had to go in their locker room to drop off towels and stuff, saw Seth Newman fully naked and Grant like that too, they were definitely not shy about it. A bit uncomfortable."

She let out another laugh and he did the same.

"Boys are weird." He nodded

"You're not that weird though, you're the best boy I've ever met. You haven't sent me Dick pics mid conversation either so you get bonus points for that." She poked his stomach and smiled.

"I don't typically send unsolicited cock pictures"

He laughed when she gasped at his choice of words, cheeks growing pink yet again.

"I've only ever heard people call it that in porn, do people really use that word?"

Harry gawked at her for a second before nodding.

"Yea, lots of people say it. But you watch porn?! Since when? You're a baby! You shouldn't be exposed to that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes and waved him off.

"I'm 14, I can watch porn if I want to sir. You watch porn, I've seen your search history you Weirdo. Eli isn't the first guy to send me pictures, I've sent a few before too. Not to him but to someone else."

Harry was shocked to say the least. The shyest sweetest girl he ever met just admitted to sending nudes to other people. He couldn't believe it.

"YOU sent nudes?! To who?!"

The girl smiled shyly,

"Don't worry about it, not your business mister."

He stared at her for a second before shaking his head.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, you're still such a innocent little girl to me. I refuse to accept you've done that ma'am. I still can't believe you've made out with people before, the only reason I accepted it was because I literally caught you doing it once. Still not happy about that one Y/N, boys are stinky! You're not allowed to do that, I decided it's illegal now."

Y/N laughed at him and pushed him back a bit

"Shut up, you're such a drama queen Haz. I'm not 4 anymore, I'm old enough to kiss whoever I want."

He grunted in response and frowned.

"Nope, it's illegal I made the law. Now I need a beer after that."

She just snickered to herself while handing him one grabbing her keys and popping the cap off with her house key before grabbing her own doing the same.

Locking her bedroom door and turning off her overhead lights, opting for her fairy lights instead. Switching her tv on, both of them sipping their beers while skimming movies before picking one. Both just drinking and enjoying their evening together, but still Harry couldn't help his mind wandering off a few times thinking about the pictures his best friend has sent other people.

And he couldn't help but be jealous.

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idk-my-aesthetic · 4 years

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The mystic power is from the bois not the weapons

Good evening y’all I’m putting together a bunch of random observations/evedence/my own ideas for this theory. I don’t have the energy to put in screenshots but if someone else would wanna rb w/ them I would love you forever

Ok so I’m trying to make a comprehensive list let’s start with the basics

Bois were meant to be weapons

Every other mutant has mystic powers

Raph usually his powers w/o his weapon in “late fee”

Raph also punches through a steel cage and seems to create an explosion. We know his strength has limits, so his tf is he able to do that w/o magic?

Leo is shown to move incredibly fast, significantly faster than others and visibly shocking others (see fight w/ him and splinter in the battle nexus) almost like he’s able to teleport

The magic responds to their emotions. (Portals not appearing bc Leo isn’t confident, raph unlocking a new power when his brother is in danger) that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s them, but it makes more sense for it to be them than the weapons. The magic in the weapons have no reason to attune to their emotions, i feel like it would be more likely to attune to their skill or movements or smthn

A big one no one has pointed out- in mystic mayhem draxum is surprised by Mikey’s use of magic. Plus he doesn’t look like he knew what Leo’s was gonna do. Why would he be suprised that his magical weapons are magic?? Unless they’re not

I’m guessing that the weapons are made to channel magic. Draxum is suprised bc he didn’t know the boys had magic to channel

Plus, uhhh why were there 4 weapons color codded to them specifically? Draxum thought they were dead and didn’t know about splinter’s color coding thing.

This is mostly speculation (and a bitttt of a reach) , but like what if they were made to channel magic, and when the boys walked in their magic like,,,, locked onto the weapons closest to their old ones and “claimed” them so to speak. So that’s why they were glowing each boy’s color. (And ok yeah they are also physically colored but shhhhh let me dream maybe they were made of like. Magic metal that turned the same color as their auras or smthn)

Ppl say that the fact that splinter can use Leo’s sword means that the power comes from the sword. But if Leo uses it a lot couldn’t it make sense that the power like,,,,, came from him but was left on the sword in a way? Like if some magic was left on it, in theory someone else could use it

Ok that’s also maybe a reach lol. Alternatively:

We only see splinter use the sword. He was mutated in the same experiment and has the same dna as the boys. Maybe we were all wrong about it being a mutant thing, and it’s actually a Hamato clan thing??

Bc like. We know there’s magic in the family (the scrolls). And it’s not like we saw April using the sword, or hell even one of the other boys! We have no clue if they can use eachother’s weapons. It’s been mentioned but never tried

Maybe splinter had magic all along, and when they were mutated it was passed to the boys? It’s possible he has like,,,, ig all 3/(maybe 4) powers, but it’s also possible that general magic runs in the fam and he had the same powers as Leo

Like. There’s a lot about splints we don’t know. And when he picked up the sword he opened a portal completely accurately, within inches of a teapot on a counter, using a completely different technique from Leo. Wouldn’t it make sense if he had practice??? Cus Leo can’t even be accurate to the right fucking country

Anyway. Yeah. Think about that.

I’m too tired to think of a segue. So.

If the powers belong to the boys ig would make sense that Donnie has a power. Probably a more idle/ non directly combative one (like warren’s regen and sunita’s squishy ness)

I propose spacial manipulation or time manipulation as like. Possibilities. Even if that stays purely fannon lol it explains how he fits so much in his bo + gets so much insane shit done so fast

Or it could be smthn related to the crystal. Bc his ability to read magic signatures doesn’t come up that much but I hope it does more. Also if reading magic signatures was a him thing it would make sense bc he was gonna make goggles for everyone else but never did

On a related note- Donnie having an idle sort of magic makes a lot of sense bc as the show goes on the bois are shown to be unlocking more powers, even if it’s shown more through the animation than the text.

Raph starts w/ just super powered punches, then is later able to make full body giant projections of himself, + almost like extra or prosthetic body parts??? (When he tickles shredder) + his powers sometimes seem to have an explosive/ electrical side effect (first time using them, silver fish in late fee, I’m pretty sure they’re are some others) which may be just artistic liberties but who knows??

Leo suddenly has a huge speed boost when he’s getting good w/ his powers. Sure, speed doesn’t = portals/ teleportation exactly but if he were say like,,,, teleporting a few times super short distances while running it would look like he was just running super fast. Also he has the ability to edit portals now??? (Shifts it during battle nexus fight) + the ability to have multiple open at a time when he could barely do 1 at first

(I’m very proud)

Also Mikey!! He’s shown to have both the fire and physics manipulation w/ his weapon from like day 1 (getting dragged around draxum’s lab, stopping the tank in mutant menace, throwing a fucking cargo ship) but his ability to just. Flip off the laws of physics grows exponentially

So if Donnie got some new powers it would still be balanced lol

Also I wouldn’t be suprised if the boys continue to find new ways to use their powers!! Both by just figuring out new shit they can do like raph w/ the projections, and by using their powers in creative ways like Leo and the helmets during the battle nexus fight

Also also, Mikey seems to have both a elemental and physical power, maybe the others do too?? Cus raph has his electricity details and shit Idk. This is like 97% me hoping and 3% evedence 😂

Ok so sorry this is a total mess. Like I said it’s part real evedence part my own bs ideas and theories,,,,

#my post #rottmnt #rottmnt theorizing #leo rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #raph rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #splinter rottmnt #rottmnt draxum #blue rambles

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waifuu-writerr · 4 years

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Can you do Iwaizumi, Sugawara , and Lev reacting to you doing the tik tok trend of you getting something and hitting them while doing it? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Omg I like this !! I think I already saw somebody do this but with different characters🤨 anyways enjoy this!!

PRANKING HAIKYUU BOYS | HEADCANON

Hajime Iwaizumi:

- poor baby just wanted to go home after Oikawa threw a fit during practice, so he called you asking to pick him up

- you thought this was a great opportunity to do a tik tok prank that was trending, so you set your phone up before he could get in the car

- he got in the car but before you drove off you said, “ oh wait lemme get something from the back” as you reached towards the back, grabbing an average sized pink bag from the back seat

- as you came back to the front seat you slammed the bag onto the back of Iwaizumi’s head causing him to glare at you, “my bad baby I didn’t mean to do that” you said trying as hard as you could to hold back the bag

- what you didn’t know was that Oikawa had already tried this prank on him so Iwaizumi decided to just play into his part, as you went to put the bag back and slam it into Iwaizumi’s head agin he grabbed your wrist stopping you before it could hit him

- he then pulled you into a rough yet passionate kiss, yet as fast as it started was as fast as he stopped pulling away from your face, leaving you wanted more he smirked then said “ nice try baby but, shittykawa beat you to it” his smirk causing you to blush

- let’s just say you ended the video and were very needy when you got home because of that kiss🤪

Kōshi Sugawara:

- ok so Suga (un)fortunately, doesn’t really use tik tok or know anything about trends😓

- which is why it was perfect to do this too him, sorry baby, anyways Suga asked if you wanted to go on a date with him and get some icecream and of course you said yes so he picked you up

- You told Suga that you wanted to do a mini vlog and post it and he agreed so you set your phone on his dashboard to do “an intro” you clicked the recording button then pretended like you forgot something, “ shoot lemme touch up my makeup” was your excuse as you went and reached your bag that was in the backseat

- you grabbed the bag and took out a concealer stick, closing your bag and going to put back in the backseat but not before slamming it into Suga’s face. Suga just stood there stunned “ow that kinda hurt y/n” he said “oh I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean for it to hit you” was your response, “it’s ok” he said

- you almost felt bad for a second, lmao ALMOST... “ooh my foundation too” you said as you reached in the back to grab the bag again, slamming the bag into the back of Suga’s face this time.. you were able to see his exact face when you hit him and you tried with all your power to cover up the laugh that was threatening to spill out of your lips

- “again y/n... it hurts” he said pouting, “ I really don’t mean it, but the bag is pretty big” you said as an excuse, you wanted to do it one more time since it seemed that Suga was eating up all your lies. So as you were putting it back you slammed it to the front of his face again, this time harder than all the other ones, “omfg Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” He snapped

- you were very scared of angry Suga but you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, filling the car with your laughter you laughed until tears were coming out, with Suga still glaring at you, once you finally calmed down you garbbed his cheeks and repeated to plant kisses all over his face, “I’m sorry my love but it was a prank for tik tok” Suga only scoffed and looked away from you but after a couple more kisses he gave in

-you left to go to the icecream shop but not before Suga left a reminder on his phone to prank you back sometime this week

Lev Haiba:

- Lev is on tik tok a lot but mostly on alt tik tok so he doesn’t really know much about the trending couple pranks or any of that

- your family and Lev’s family were going on a road trip to go to a resort and you chose to get in the car with Lev’s family, most of the drive there you and Lev were praising his sisters looks and he praised yours too😭

- Anyways once you got to your destination and everyone was heading out you set up the camera, “Lev come back you left some bags” you said

-Lev came back and reached for some bags, “this one too” you said as you swung a big bag at his face crashing with his, you may have swung a little to hard because it caused him to fall and drop all the bags

- you couldn’t stop your laughter and burst out laughing when your families came to check what was taking so long they saw Lev laying on the car floor, with half his body out cus he be that tall mf mane, and you uncontrollably laughing on the seat near him

- you took a lot of pictures and he got up, rubbing his head in pain, he may or may not of tackled you on the resorts bed later that night😌 and you may or may not of became tik tok famous

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juncottonluvbot · 4 years

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Just hold me tight

Chanyeol x reader

very fluffy

A/N: Sooo, you guys remember that I also write sometimes? Well here is another one, once again sorry for the awful titles I just can’t come up with good ones ever. Anyways enjoy the fic!!

Park Chanyeol is the single most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, just looking at him is enough to make your stomach do backflips and to see his smile made your day, not to talk about his laugh. The way the man seems to feel such intense joy with his whole body while laughing was what kept you going, just the thought of seeing that image again was enough for you.

There is no way you could ever give that up, no matter how in love you are with him, how much you crave for the touch of his soft-looking lips to yours, how much you wish you could hug him tightly every night. If there is even a possibility that the knowledge of your crush on him could cause your friendship to end or be awkward you’d simply not tell him, it’s not worth it.

Your friends would always just tell you to tell him, that even if he didn’t feel the same he’s Park Chanyeol, the nicest human being alive and your best friend, he’d never hurt you in any way. This is true, Chanyeol never hurts others if he can help it, instead, he hurts himself.

They don't know him the way you do, you and Chanyeol had met when you were both still children, in kindergarten and ended up remaining friends due to him living across the street from you. He had always been sweet at heart, though loud and annoying at times, but he wasn't always that popular with the ladies.

At some point during high school the world started noticing how good looking Chanyeol is and with that came the confessions, the love letters that he feels so bad in denying that he’d end up putting himself into first dates and even relationships just to not do so. To hear your kind-hearted best friend cry because he didn’t know how to say no, to hear him agonize over how he feels like a bad person for having feelings, you couldn't do that to him.

And so all throughout high school, you didn’t confess to him, to be his friend is enough, to see him laugh, to have him confide in you, it’s more than enough for you.

Then college started, both of you have chosen the same college and so you decided to rent the same apartment, which at first wasn’t so bad but is now sure to drive you mad.

It isn’t about your feelings for him anymore, though you can’t deny your feelings for him have only been accentuated by the way he seemed to mature during the past few years, not only in appearance but also in personality, long gone is the Chanyeol who had you ask the teachers questions he had because he was too shy to raise his hand and ask on his own, now he was confident almost to the point of being cocky at times, there came your problem.

Chanyeol keeps making “moves” on you, full-blown cliche drama like moves and it’s driving you mad.

You move to pick up something from a higher shelf, where he is picking it up for you, oh so close to touching his chest to your back, you watch movies, there he goes yawning and placing his arm across your shoulders, you’re in a busy street and sure enough, you feel his hand reach out for yours.

And it’s great, it feels so natural and you would be so happy, that is if he had just said something about it letting you know what is happening in his head so perhaps you wouldn’t have to overthink his actions so much.

Your whole issue would also be gone if you just asked him, but you couldn’t, you can’t afford to and so you continued your slow descent into insanity.

Until one fateful evening that is.

As you open your door to the small apartment you and Chanyeol shared you found yourself mildly amused by the sight you found just as you opened the door.

The man who is definitely way too tall to be throwing himself at people, did just that as you opened the door, he seemingly has just been sitting on the ground by the door waiting for you according to his drunken blabbering.

“Thank god you’re home, I was waiting for so long…do you know how hard our floor is? We should have carpeting everywhere when we buy a house so my butt can be more comfy, ok?”

You had no choice but to hug the giant boy while slowly pacing towards the living room couch, not being able to hold in a soft laugh at his cute ramblings.

“What about the kitchen and bathroom, huh Channie? We can’t carpet those”

The testament to your love was in the way you practically cued at him as you played along in hopes he’d remain awake for long enough to make it to the couch, in spite of his smelly bear breath so close to your face every time he spoke.

Chanyeol, however, didn’t seem to notice your endearment with him as he let out a big “eeeew” and responded to you with an annoyed expression.

“Of course we won’t carpet those, why do you always ruin my attempts at romance, huh?”

He lets out a big “humph” as you drop him to the couch to be immediately pulled into his arms as he wraps his legs around you in a way too strong cuddle, only to continue rambling.

“You need to start accepting my romantic ways if we're gonna start dating or else I’m gonna start thinking you don’t like to be back, ok? You know I’m sensitive about this stuff”

Now that was enough to make you turn in his arms to face him, desperate to leave his embrace, face as red as a tomato, completely scandalized by his bold statements.

“W-what are you.. do you know who you’re talking to right now Chanyeol?”

Despite your completely legitimate question given his drunken state, the man child rolled his eyes as he turned his face towards you, way to close to be safe and starts letting out ramblings as if they were obvious.

“You’re my best friend, who likes me since god knows when, that for some reason, I’ll never know for sure, I didn’t start liking until this year, which you have to know I’m very sorry for, and who I want to date, is that enough clarification for you?”

His big eyes now bore into your soul as he told you his feeling with not a single ounce of doubt, which was broken when he looked down and said in a much smaller voice.

“Unless I waited too long and you don’t like me anymore..”

Upon hearing his sweet words and seeing his feelings well up in his eyes from so close you can’t help but feel your eyes get a little wet as you giggle a little bit at his cuteness.

“Of course I still like you Channie,” he sighs in relief blowing some air softly in your face “ No need to feel so insecure now, huh? You were being so manly before helping me pick things up from the top shelf huh?”

At your soft joke like praise, Chanyeols eyes flutter closed and a dazed smile graced his face.

“You liked that, didn’t you? You were always complaining about having to use a stool…” then you almost thought he’d fallen asleep and began thinking of a way to escape his grip and go to your bed but he held you in tighter and softly whispered “Now that I’m your boyfriend you won’t have to complain about anything, ok (y/n)? You just have to hold me tight all right..”

And so you no longer had thought of leaving the couch, even if you woke up with a hurting back all you had to do was hold Chanyeol tight now and if he allows you, that’s all you’ll do forever.

#exo fic #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol x you #exo fluff #fic #fanfiction #chanyeol imagine

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padawanchesha · 4 years

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Mandalorian Chapter 1 Discussion

Putting this under a read more cus I know these are gonna get long, but basically, I’m going through and re-watching each episode to tide me over until Chapter 8.

I know this show is supposed to mirror stereotypical cowboy westerns, and I love westerns so I really appreciate how Mando is introduced

God this dude talking about the bounty’s glands is so uncomfortable and weird (are the glands a delicacy? like... for perfume???)

Mando didn’t even spill this guy’s drink, he’s just ready to fight

Mando: if I make a dramatic entrance I will surely draw attention away from my bounty

Honestly, from the beginning of this episode that Mando was going to be an extremely quiet protagonist and I’m glad he isn’t

He could’ve absolutely let that guy go and didn’t need to cut him in half but I suppose he’s not quite as forgiving before he meets Baby

PEDRO’S VOICE WHEN HE SAYS HIS FIRST LINE IS FUCKING HHGHGHGHG

“I can bring you in warm.... or I can bring you in cold..... but you’re going in the cold”

When I first watched this episode, Mando saying “no droids” came across more like “I don’t trust droids driving” like he was cool with them but he just thought having a bounty with a droid might be a problem

I also had no idea why the bounty was complaining about Mando’s Razorcrest because I didn’t realize he’s essentially driving a beat-up old pickup truck that’s falling apart

Like the bounty brings up it being pre empire and all, but it still never occurred to me that Mando might not be the best with keeping his ship updated. He wants it running smooth and correctly but in the end its an old ship with old parts and he most likely isn’t the most skilled mechanic

Mando is just so unnerving when he sits there silently while someone tries to talk to him

It dawned on me that Mando’s ship is the way it is (no sleeping quarters, open backtube, tight spaces, different weapons/storage compartments) because it was most likely some kind of war/transport ship that wasn’t meant to be lived in

Ah yes, the first time Mando horror movie stalks his opponent

God, I always loved the practical effects Star Wars did with their characters, even the background ones. All the makeup and costumes for even the background characters are chefs kiss

Mando has no guild friends!

Lmao even Greef knows Mando is fucking dramatic

Does Mando just... constantly take jobs even if he’s not fully aware of how much the bounty is? He goes one after the other with no breaks. I suppose maybe it’s to keep busy because he has no one to go and hang out with, no real home to relax in either

I want to bite the calamari flan

did that jawa have a LEG

Weird observation but I noticed they shoot from that alley perspective several times, whether it’s to emphasize the fact he’s in a slum area or if it’s to foreshadow the fact that Mando will use that passage

I love that this show is making a point to tell the viewers either verbally or visually that by this time the Empire and the Stormtroopers are all but myths/black market people. In the movies, they’re always a strong power but we’re also always seeing it from the jedi/rebellion perspective, here it’s from the perspective of people who were never in the front lines of the war and were never taught what the force was or how it worked

i love Mando’s little orange fingers

Foreshadowing their fucking ass-kicking

So how do these pucks and tracking fobs work? by dna??

I wonder how much beskar the Empire still has. Obviously the Mandalorians are struggling to find it, and much of it is in Imperialist hands so it makes me wonder if other tribes have been more fortunate, or if all the tribes are still fighting to get back whats technically theirs

BABY MANDOS

So is that ram thing a Mandalorian symbol, or specifically the Armorer's signet??

Just how close are the Mandalorians to each other? they’re a tribe but they’re forced to live underground, hidden, and only go up one at a time. They care for each other and the foundlings, but how far does this care extend?

I LOVE THE MUSIC THAT PLAYS AND THE ARMORERS WHOLE LOOK

I hope we learn more about what a signet means

While I want to delve deeper into just what happened to Mando, I’m happy with how they did the flashback montages. It doesn’t feel out of place, it doesn’t slow anything down, and it shows us just enough to understand some of who Mando is and how he came to be where he is

The bluurg’s are such good wrinkly girls

ASDAJHJ I never noticed before but when Mando starts punching the bluurg he makes a weird-ass noise

this also marks the first time Mando gets his ass kicked

When Mando says “thank you” instead of “I had it handled” that's when I started to feel like mando might not end up like all the other alpha male types that are out there

Mando’s sass!

I love how he sits back after Kuiil says “I have spoken” hes surprised and maybe a little confused but he doesn’t try to argue

and then hes thrown on his ass

WHAT IS A MYTHOSAUR AND WHEN CAN MANDO RIDE ONE

why didn't mando try the calm, gentle approach first? It makes me wonder if mando was so focused on his bounty he never really thought through his strategy. Like, obviously its a blow to his pride to be called out for not being able to ride a bluurg but also Kuiil manages to get Mando to step back and try a different approach rather than trying to brute force it

THIS MUSIC FUCKING SLAPS

Kuiil’s speech to Mando makes me sad knowing what I know

the bare wrist folks!!!

Mando: *gets flung into barrels after getting shot* hOW DARE YOOOU

what does a bounty hunter droid do with the credits

the beat of silence before IG tries to get mando to answer kills me

my last two brain cells after I’ve had a long day

really though, I’m glad that the writers chose to make Mando work with someone to get to the baby because we get to see what mando is like when he’s working with someone, he talks more and he’s not super stoic, he’s a bit sarcastic

despite Mando’s feelings toward droids, he still takes the time to ask IG if he’s ok, and i think it’s really telling of who Mando is, or can be, as a person

MY LITTLE SON, MY SWEET BABY, LITTLE GREEN BEANA SDGYAGDSA

I said it once and I’ll say it again: Pedro Pascal does a wonderful job at conveying emotion through body language!

Even before Mando stops IG, we can see him tilting his head at the baby, observing it and taking it in. He’s most likely having multiple trains of thought at once “Should I kill it?” “it's so cute” “its 50?” “what do I do?” etc. And then he makes the decision: he's a man of honor and this is a child. He shoots the droid who he literally just fought next to and asked if it was alright, all while watching the child. His eyes never once leave it, and then his head tilts and he reaches out, wiggling a finger to the baby. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he knows that this child deserves more than death, and maybe it’s because he gets a bigger reward for it alive, or maybe because he was once a foundling! Either way, Mando is captivated by the child and honorable.

#skunk of rage #here i go spewing nonsense #the mandalorian #mandalorian discussion #mandalorian episode 1

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Don’t you find it weird how these girls thirst over NC even though he supposedly has the mind of child. Like you’re practically dating someone a lot younger than you? I know people on the spectrum can get married and be in relationship but I would think those people don’t have such a younger mental age. I’m not an expert on that stuff but that’s just a general assumption & on top of that, he’s also a m*ss M*RDERER. I hope there isn’t girls that are still thirsting over him but I’m sure there are

Ahh there’s so much that could be said to this but I don’t want to annoy anyone with my lengthy responses. I’m trying to work on it. (Lmfao I wrote this and then proceeded to write a long a$$ response, I hate myself 😭)

But yes, girls like this still exist. A lot of them faded away after the “hype” died down but I’m sure they’re still out there! I’ve seen a few on other sites (and here).

About dating people on the spectrum who are developmental delayed....gah this is a really tough one. Because NC is obviously high functioning (with tons of mental health issues to go along with his neurological disorder). Okay so the thing I struggle with in regard to this question for NC is that we actually DONT KNOW where he’s at on the spectrum. We know that loved ones claimed he had “the mind of a 12-15 year old” but we don’t have any medical reports to back this. There’s a huge difference between someone actually living at the developmental stage of a 12 year old in every regard, and a family member describing them as having the mind of a 12 year old because they have poor impulse control. You know what I mean? Because yes, some of his traits are clearly delayed, but he’s also high functioning, so it’s shaky ground when we’re just relying on the word of a loved one rather than hearing the observations of a doctor who can remove themselves from the emotional side of things and give an actual dianogses or observation. I don’t want to mark him as a 12 year old just because Lynda would tell people this...id rather know for sure where his mind is at. I’m obviously not qualified to give my opinion on a kid who I’ve never seen in person.

Dating someone on the spectrum can be tricky, and especially controversial because I think people misunderstand the neurological disorder and assume that just because they’re delayed in certain ways, they’re automatically considered the age in which their most severe delay sits..quite literally. So if NC has delays that make him similar to a 15 Y.O. in certain areas, that does not mean that he’s technically a 15 Y.O. at heart and he can only date people who are young..cus that would be illegal lol but it DOES mean that anyone who would date him (if he weren’t a freaking mass k*ller) would need to be ready to adapt to the interesting challenges that will arise. Do you have any friends or loved ones on the spectrum? Damn I really want to share some personal info thats relevant to make sense of what I’m saying but I don’t like getting personal on here anymore cus ppl are bein weirdos lol 🤧

And I also want to acknowledge that you mentioned the fact that people on the spectrum DO get married and have families and do everything that NT’s do. I think you’re viewing NC as a 12-15 as his loved ones said, whereas I’m saying 1) I need to know where medical professionals say he’s at mentally 2) I need to know where’s he’s at developmentally and specifically what areas/how that manifests in his life (outside of our own observations) 3) I’m trying to stress that someone on the spectrum, although they may be delayed in certain areas, CAN still date a NT their age. If they’re delayed in certain areas and for example have the “emotional intelligence” of a 16 year old, this does not mean that they must now identify as a 16 y.o. and any possible significant other must view him as such....As long as the two adults are consenting (and obviously intellectually able to consent), then I view it as fine and not abnormal or immoral.

NC is definitely high functioning. He can read/write, talk and hold conversation, take showers, get dressed, get himself to work and back, prepare food (despite his lack of microwave skills lol), etc. People who are high functioning on the spectrum date ALL the time, and they date people who are NT not just people who are on the spectrum like them. Like I said above, it just takes consent and a lot of intentional work in challenging areas. For example they’ll have to make sacrifices in certain areas, maybe their SO has sensory sensitivities to loud noises and the NT has never had to tone things down before. That’s a big challenge. If you’ve ever lived with someone on the spectrum you know.

I feel like I’ve never really expressed my personal thoughts on this because I’ve always gone along with the age range his loved ones claimed on him but I think it’s important this is said because people on the spectrum need love too 🥺 (aside from NC, lmao). I think the best argument for your point is that he’s an evil mass m*rderer, just like you said. I’d stray from the developmental delay argument because in terms of the spectrum, he’s pretty high functioning and definitely OK to date someone his age or whatever age he wants, long as it’s legal. It’s just the fact that he’s a piece of ish k*ller that ruins his dating odds 🙅🏽‍♀️

#asks

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chunghee22 · 5 years

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Fate Servants Play Animal Crossing!Headcannon ft. the Cú Quartet

Ok, so for one, they’re playing Animal Crossing:New Leaf on 2Ds(instead of 3Ds because they needed something a bit more sturdy cause they’re wild and sometimes forget their own strength). This might be a little long because I’m just jotting down stuff about how their play-style and towns would be so read under the cut....Isn’t that what they say? Or did I say it wrong? x-x

When the Gudas first bring this game to their attention, none of them are super interested in it. This all changes however when one day, Gudao is laid up in bed from overexerting himself earlier, Setanta(Cu Lancer) comes to check up on him. It’s fishing tourney time and Gudao plans on winning 1st place(because he’ll be darned if he lets Zucker win for the second time in a row!) so he doesn’t even notice him come in. Or notice him sit down next to him on the bed, eyes glued to his screen. He doesn’t even notice that as time passes, Magi(Cas Cu), Lainn(Proto Cu) and even Alter(Berserker Cu) end up watching him play. When the tourney ends at 6 o’clock, Gudao gets the 1st place trophy and a group of four Servants that now want to give the game a try. Let the gaming begin!

(and yes he does scream when he realizes that they’re all in the room with him)

Setanta(Cu Lancer):

Title: Fisherman/Delicate Flower

2DS Color: Blue/Black

Well we all know that when he first starts, all he cares about is the fishing. Ordinances? That can wait. Public Projects? They’ll get done.

His town is in slight chaos for the first week of playing

Flowers are wilting. Crops have perished. The townsfolk are panicking

Heck, the Gudas literally have to sit him down and force him to work on getting a house instead of living in his tent

After he gets his house, it’s like a switch is flipped. He finds a balance in fishing, ordinances and projects(thank the lord) and from then on his town is pretty peaceful

Wants to ANNIHILATE mosquitoes because they always try to bite him when he’s getting ready to catch a shark. Almost threw his DS

One thing he hates, is when someone plants flowers in the wrong spot. Don’t misunderstand, he likes the wild flower look as much as anyone, but if he has a specific look going and someone plants something where it shouldn’t he’ll go bonkers

Nearly threw his DS again when his neighbor, Cherry, planted a bunch of red lilies around his statue fountain because ‘NOOOOOO! I’m planting RED ROSES around that statue, not red lilies Is beag cac tú!’(he was silenced before any of the kid Servants could hear him)

His museums fish collection is practically complete. Same goes for his fish book. He’s got a few other things in some of the other exhibits, but said he’ll focus on them more once all of his fish tanks are full

Made sure he got a cafe, not because he likes coffee, but because the uniform you wear when working brings back good memories

Somehow has a golden fishing rod(is that even a thing?)

Number of Visits to the Gudas towns per day: 2 or 3 depending

Magi(Cu Caster/Cas Cu):

Title: Butterfly

2DS Color: Sea Green

His first week of playing consists of getting his house in order and earning enough money to get the ordinance in place that’ll keep his town pretty and well kept

Plus he doesn’t want to have to walk around town and water every single plant that he sees

Has a nice little garden outside of his house made up of all different kinds of Lillies. Tends to put the special hybrid flowers around areas that visitors will see

He wants to show off how cool his flowers are basically

Likes to fish, and now that his town is together he can do so freely. Is also kind of into collecting the different bugs, especially the butterflies. ‘Something about them is calming...Which is weird because they’re in a game’, he said once

The bug exhibit in the museum is halfway done. Fishing museum is also halfway done

He has a Birdwing butterfly in his house

Her name is Ava

Really likes to go into the flea market store(can’t remember the name right now) and enjoys changing the patterns and base colors on a piece of furniture. One thing he doesn’t like, are the pieces made out of solid gold. Not really his style

Sometimes he’ll have his character sit by the big tree everyone has in their town while he’s reading a book on runes or making some kind of potion/elixir/etc,

‘The music they play is pretty’, he said(more like mumbled, but ok)

Number of Visits to the Gudas towns per day: 2

Lainn(Proto Cu):

Title: The Designer

2DS Color: Crystal Blue

His first week was a mix of Magi and Setas. A little bit chaotic. A little bit calm

For some reason, still unknown to this day, he couldn’t start the game. Like the game literally would not start. When it finally did, the game already selected a town for him

Wasn’t too sure about the town at first(the layout was dreadful at best) but with a bit or work and running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, he got it together

Or at least to a point where he could actually work with it

Once again, fishing is a constant. Bug collecting, not so much. Instead of the bugs, he actually kind of likes looking at the different fossils that you dig up. With a bit of help from Alter(explained later), his museum is packed with different bones and things stuck in amber

Making designs isn’t his favorite thing to do, but every once in awhile he’ll go into Able Sisters and make a pretty cool design. This then leads to him wearing it as a shirt and a hat, showing it off to the Gudas and his older counterparts for about...two days? Maybe three?

Also like shooting stuff out of the sky with his golden slingshot

None of the public projects interested him at first, so he kind of held off on them for awhile

Until he was ambushed

The three remaining Cus ambushed him when he was half asleep, looking at this list of suggested projects and telling him which ones he should do

Since he was half asleep, he just went with it

When he finally came to his senses, the damage was already done. Things were in weird places and he had to end up demolishing a bunch of the projects

Gudao and Gudako stepped in and helped him get a better layout going

He doesn’t play when he’s sleepy anymore

Number of Visits to Gudas towns per day: 3

Alter(Berserker Cu/Culter):

Title: Bone Man(he hates that one)/Fossil Finder

2DS Color: Red/Black

The fact that he even agreed to playing in itself was a miracle

As it turns out, playing the game actually relaxes him a bit

His first week was...Not chaotic? More like...Quiet confusion? He’d stare at the screen a lot with a raised brow or a confused frown. This then lead to him sticking to whichever Guda he could find when playing, so they could show him what he needed to do

And by sticking, I mean abducting. They could be in the middle of talking to someone and he’d just pick ‘em and off they go

If he was in a good mood that day, he would instead plop said Master into his lap and continue playing as if nothing happened

Fishing? Sure, it’s fine. He’s really good at catching sharks and ocean sunfish

Bug Collecting? It’s fine. He caught a moth once

Fossil Collecting...Hmm...It’s more like he has a natural talent for it instead of doing it because it’s fun

‘Death is drawn to me...’ he said once which resulted in him being given a cookie because that statement is very depressing

But it’s like, no matter where he digs, he always seems to find some kind of fossil. That or he hits a rock and Bam! A gold nugget. It’s so weird

His fossil exhibit is FULL. It was filled during his first two weeks of playing

So instead he either sells the fossils or gives them to one of the other three

When he visits the Gudas towns, he’ll go looking through their fossil exhibit and go digging for the ones they’re missing when he gets back to his own town

Surprisingly, he has a lot of flowers in his town. Ya can’t run anywhere really, or you’ll trample them. He doesn’t really mind it per se, but running through someones flowers just isn’t cool

He doesn’t really plant flowers mind you. They just pop up randomly and he goes with it. Likes the wild flower look. And sometimes, he’ll even walk around a water some of them just to see them do the little shiny sparkle thing

Has a golden watering can. Lets the Gudas borrow it if they want to

Tends to put his character in either of the Masters houses when he naps. Nobody really knows why but they just go with it

Number of Visits to the Gudas towns per day: Depends on how many naps he’ll take but let’s just say 4

Another long one done and dusted. Yay! Although, part of me thinks this sounds funny. Ah well. If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed it!!

Oh yeah! Gudao has a limited edition Light Blue 2DS(AUO got it for him) and Gudako has a Crystal Red 2DS(Wise King got it for her).

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