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bruh-changbin · 2 years

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paper boy

pairing: school paper editor! seungmin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: piv, unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex, brief mention of masturbation (m and f), brief mention of oral (f receiving), lots of kissy kissy, uhhhh i think that's it?

word count: 2k

a/n: this is... kind of a random scenario but i think i fw it haha. pls appreciate this little baby seungmin fic because a) i haven't written for him or skz in forever, and b) i'm working on some larger fics that i will share in the near future. as always i would love love love to hear your thoughts 😸 also I promise I don’t think all english students are pretentious I was just playing it up for the fic ok bye

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

when you first lay eyes on seungmin he looks as if he’s the human embodiment of scholarly.

black wire-rimmed glasses hanging off of his nose, a light grey hoodie donning the name of your university across the chest, brows slightly furrowed as he scans the desktop screen in front of him. he looks cute.

you’ve never been one to read the school paper (who does?). but felix wanted to check out the ads posted in the job section so he asked you to pick up a copy for him while he was in his afternoon lecture.

you’re a good friend, so you fulfil his request.

you’ve always found people involved with english-based extracurriculars to be, well, pretentious. more often than not they’re snooty rich kids who only use messenger bags and think they’re better than everyone because they know what words like malapropism and valetudinarian mean. see, pretentious.

ergo, you’re less than excited for your venture to the school paper office. but a promise is a promise (and felix vowed to buy you starbucks if you did this for him), so you follow the directions felix gave you to get to your destination.

when you first step into the office space, you’re somewhat taken aback. it’s much more… homey than you imagined. the walls, painted a welcoming shade of fern green, are accompanied by thick armchairs lining the interior and a bamboo welcome mat you wipe your shoes on. a salt lamp casts a warm, pinky-orange glow from where it’s plugged in in the corner. but the real treasure is the cute, puppy-looking boy sitting behind the front desk.

he looks nice.

virtuous.

innocent.

the kind of boy who’s coffee-toned bambi eyes are the epitome of sinless, who’s nice white teeth only reflect purity, who’s skin is so devoid of imperfections it looks like glass.

“excuse me, can i get a copy of the school paper?” you stutter out embarrassingly, feeling as if this is your first time operating your mouth, tongue and lips to form coherent sounds and syllables.

the boy behind the desk gives you a look that’s a mix of confusion and annoyance before glancing to his left. only then do you notice the painfully obvious display shelf donning stacks upon stacks of this week's issue, an obnoxiously colourful sign reading ‘school paper: grab a copy!’ plastered to the wall above really rubbing in your lack of situational awareness.

“they’re fresh off the press,” seungmin mumbles before going back to whatever it is he’s doing on the computer in front of him.

you nod even though his focus isn’t on you anymore before grabbing a copy of the paper for felix and heading back the way you came. when your sweaty palm comes into contact with the cold, metal handle of the door it shocks the sense back into you. you decide that no, you are not about to give up on this angelical boy just yet before spinning on your heel and spewing whatever thought pops into your head first.

“you smell like bergamot… what perfume do you use?”

he seems taken aback by your sudden questioning, his soft eyes widening just a smidge before he responds, “it’s uh, classic by clean reserve.”

“it smells nice.”

“yea, i like it.”

“i’m y/n.”

“seungmin.”

he sticks out a hand for you to shake. weird, not many people in your age demographic shake hands when they introduce themselves. but the way he stuck his arm out with restrained enthusiasm is endearing and you grasp his hand in yours. his fingers are long and dainty while his palm radiates warmth; he shakes your hand twice before letting go.

“what’s your major, seungmin?”

“business.”

“business?”

“yep, you?”

“environmental science.”

“nice.” he sounds genuine, “so are you gonna save the world?”

“i’ll start with saving my grades, then we’ll see about the world.”

he laughs at this. the apples of his cheeks puff up ever so slightly to resemble mochi, his baby pink lips curling upwards to reveal a set of straight teeth, perfected by the wires and brackets that are glued to them. braces suit him well.

you vow to yourself that this won’t be the last time you see him.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

the first time you’re in seungmin’s bedroom your innocent perception of him is skewed.

he invited you over because he wanted to start watching breaking bad, a show that you, on many occasions, have raved about to no end.

his room is spotless, a level of clean that you’ve never seen a 20-something year old guy execute. which is why your eyes are immediately drawn to the small corner of paper sticking out from under seungmin’s bed. with the rest of his room being so perfect, this small discrepancy sticks out like a sore thumb.

when seungmin head’s downstairs to do god knows what, you grab the paper from underneath his bed and gasp when you find yourself face to face with a playboy magazine. pages upon pages, some with small tears or doggy-ear bookmarks, filled with women showing off their tits in promiscuous poses stare back at you as you flip through the magazine.

heat creeps its way up your neck and when you hear seungmin begin to make his way up the stairs you toss the magazine back under his bed. he gives you a skeptical look when he sees you standing in the middle of his room, fists balled up at your sides with an uneasy expression present on your face, before shrugging, hopping onto his bed and patting the spot beside him to get you to sit down.

despite the show playing in the background, your gaze continues to fall on seungmin’s side profile.

how can someone so innocent and good be into something so… raunchy? not that liking porn or hentai or whatever it is that gets you going makes you a bad person, it’s just that with seungmin it’s so out of pocket, for lack of a better term.

you try not to imagine seungmin getting himself off on the very bed you're sitting on, one hand holding his tattered playboy and the other gripping his cock. you try not to imagine the hushed whines and groans that would leave his lips in an exhale, ruffling his blonde-streaked bangs in the process. you try not to imagine how he’d bite his puffy bottom lip and throw his head back in ecstasy as he finishes all over his stomach.

you fail.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

over time the innocence you once saw in seungmin wanes with a slew of firsts: the first time you caught him looking at your breasts through your near see-through top; the first time you found your mind drifting to thoughts of him and his fingers and his lips when you were touching yourself; the first time you made out with him in the back of felix’s corolla when he and changbin ran into the convenience store to get dorito’s.

if seungmin’s lips were a drug you’d be an addict.

you’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve spent with his tongue down your throat, your face going numb with the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours. he tastes like the spearmint gum he chews around the clock and you feel as if you could drown in his blown out pupils when he stares at you with lust and hunger and desire.

his calloused palms and paper-cut ridden fingertips know your skin as if it’s his own. he’s stronger than he lets on, which you found out the first time he fucked you from behind against his kitchen counter. you still don’t know if the purple and blue splotches that remained on your hips for days after were from his countertop or the grip he had on you.

in some ways he still has some of the virtue you thought he had when you first laid eyes on him.

he’s a people pleaser through and through, and will happily spend hours with his face shoved between your legs tongue-fucking you to orgasm so many times you swear you see god. or, he’ll watch with amusement as you struggle to get yourself off on his cock (which is perfect, by the way). the way he looks at you with something akin to pity when you’re perched on top of him - fat tears rolling down your cheeks because your legs are aching and you can’t be on top anymore but you wanna cum so badly - stirs something inside of you that nothing ever has before.

seungmin’s ability to fuck you so hard you see stars is the perfect juxtaposition to the version of himself he portrays to the outside world. kind, quiet, lenient. a picture perfect boyfriend.

you’d made a pact with yourself to get to know more about what it is he does for the school paper, seeing as that was how the two of you met in the first place.

“what exactly do you do there?” you question him over a slice of cheesecake you’re sharing in a booth at a secluded restaurant.

“i edit, do some admin stuff. you know, the works.” he uses his thumb to swipe a dollop of caramel off of your top lip before sucking on it. you swoon.

“do you want me to show you around the office?” he asks you while pulling on his corduroy jacket that makes him look like a teddy bear.

“what, right now?”

“why not? i’ve got the keys.” he pulls a jumpring holding a multitude of silver and gold keys out of his pocket as if to emphasise his point.

so you say yes.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

you’ve never been on campus after hours.

something about strolling through the dark hallways that are normally teeming with students and faculty really gets you on edge. but in a good way, like you’re feeding into the rebellious phase you had as a teen that you thought died out but still exists in some small part of your brain. your thoughts are cut short when seungmin stops to unlock to door to the student paper office and drags you into the place your first met him all that time ago.

seungmin explains how much of newspaper production has gone digital now and shows you the web offset press that’s responsible for printing the many copies of your school’s paper every week. he lets you sit at his desk and shows you how he edits upcoming articles while overseeing practically every aspect of the process. it’s then you realize how much seungmin downplays his contribution to the paper, for if he wasn’t involved as much as much as he is everything would be askew.

when you feel his hands creep their way up your back before stopping at your shoulders you relax into his touch. you’ve known seungmin was in a mood since earlier this evening; it was only a matter of time before he made a move.

he leaves feathery kisses on your neck and jaw while his hands slip under your top to palm your breasts. even the smallest of touches from him can reduce you to a needy, flustered mess.

the two of you fooling around in seungmin’s workspace was bound to happen, which is why you follow his lead when he moves you so you’re sitting on his desk, when he slips his hand into your panties, when he kisses you so hard you can’t breathe.

garments are discarded at a leisurely pace and soon enough seungmin has his cock stuffed in your tight pussy and is fucking you on top of his desk. the steady electrical hum from the backup generator isn’t enough to drown out his groans and your sighs of pleasure and the wet sound of your cunt sucking him in with every thrust.

seungmin’s tongue drags across your collar bones as you tangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair with the toffee streaks in his bangs that you love oh so much. the hair at the nape of his neck becomes slick with sweat as his hips bump and grind against yours in a way that has the ceiling above you transforming into a blanket of stars.

you cry when you cum and pray for this moment to never end, revelling in the warmth of your sweet sweet paper boy’s body pressed against yours.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　

#stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids blurbs #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader

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cringemesstickles · 8 months

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Purposeful Loser

(TickleTober Day 3: Cuddles)

Summary: Adam starts a tickle fight so that he can lose on purpose (based off headcanon briefly discussed with @tickly-muffin >_<)

Pairings: Chainshipping

Word Count: 750

A/N: this is my first time writing for Saw and I’m low key scared to post this but I’m gonna do it anyways ok bye I’m gonna go hide

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“you smell like a hospital.” Adam teased from where he was tucked away in Lawrence’s arms, making the doctor roll his eyes with exaggerated exasperation.

“Well, Adam, I am a doctor.” He said with a smile.

The atmosphere was warm and comforting and yet, Adam couldn’t help the nagging at the back of his mind; the one that yearned for a specific type of playful attention.

But how could he ask for it? That’s completely out of the question. Luckily, Adam had a plan.

Adam started poking and prodding at Lawrence’s sides, the doctor flinching and grabbing the younger’s wrists, keeping them firmly contained.

“Hehey! What do you think you’re doing?” He looked at the brunette, eyebrow raised with skepticism.

Adam’s eyes sparkled with mischief; he had the feeling his plan was working.

“What’s wrong, Doctor? Ticklish?” He snarked with a smirk, watching his lovers face and trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Lawrence wasn’t a moron. They had been together long enough for him to know a thing or two about Adam, and this was one of his typical ploys for tickles.

Lawrence gave a knowing smile but decided to play along.

He laid Adam on his back and held him in his lap, pinning his hands above his head so quickly that Adam yelped with surprise.

The doctor gave a smug grin, pleased with the blush that tinted the younger’s cheeks.

“Not so snarky now, are you?” He raised his free hand and began to wiggle his fingers threateningly over Adam’s stomach, watching his eyes widen in anticipation as he kicked his legs and squirmed helplessly, failing to suppress anticipatory giggles.

“Wahait, come on, Larry- you know I didn’t mean that doctor joke! Hospitals smell great!” He giggled frantically, watching the wiggling fingers inch closer and closer to his skin, excitement in his eyes.

“Maybe not, but I’m still going to tickle you till you can’t think straight.”

Before Adam could protest again, Lawrence plunged his fingers into the sensitive flesh, scribbling and scratching skillfully.

“EHEHEEK! NOOO, DOHOHONT!!” Adam shrieked, futilely squirming from left to right, only for the tickles to follow.

“Oh please. As if you weren’t begging for this.” Lawrence mockingly scoffed, skittering up to the ribs.

Adam snorted with laughter, happy to receive the attention he wanted, but also embarrassing.

Adam’s cheeks flushed bright red, and noticeably so.

“I-I WAS NOHOHOT! YOU’RE CRAHAHAZY!”

The taller man hummed thoughtfully.

“Mm, no.. I don’t think I am.” He paused his attack.

“You see, what I think…” He pulled his hand back and moved to hover his fingers above Adam’s armpit, observing how his squirming got even more frantic.

“Nonono, dohohont!” Pleaded the brunette, an excited shimmer in his eye that was really pleading the opposite.

“Is that you really love…”

The fingers moved closer to their target.

“Lawrence, please!”

“To be…”

And closer…

“Haha- shut uhuhuhuuuup!!”

“TICKLED!”

With that, the doctors skilled fingers dug into the hollow of Adam’s armpit, eliciting a shrill screech from the smaller man, his laughter loud and boisterous.

“EEEK! LAWREHEHEHENCE!!” He thrashed and kicked, screams of laughter filling the small room. Lawrence was almost worried they’d get a complaint for the noise.

“What’s the matter, Adam? Ticklish?” He mimicked Adam from earlier, taking pride in the absolute glee he was bringing his boyfriend. Adam’s smile could light up any room, even their own dusty apartment.

“SHUT UHUHUHUP!!” He blushed red, turning his head to try and hide in the crook of his arm.

Adam tried to tug at his arms, but it was no use; Lawrence was much stronger than him. And besides, he was already weakened from all the tickles.

His eyes were glittery with the joy of a kid on Christmas morning, letting himself laugh uncontrollably under his boyfriend’s playful yet loving touch.

The doctor paused and watched the younger man catch his breath, cheeks flushed and eyes watery.

“You okay? Have you had enough?”

Adam grinned cheekily, eyes brightening again. “Is that all you got, Larry? I can handle a hell of a lot more than that!”

Lawrence laughed at the typical snark and enthusiasm that came from his lover.

He shook his head fondly and leaned down to press a kiss to Adam’s lips.

“You’re too much, but I love you.”

“I suppose I am pretty lovable.”

Lawrence rolled his eyes.

Where Adam contained all his sass, he had no idea. But what he did know, was that Adam had plenty of tickles in his future.

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sungbeam · 8 months

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Hello!

Firstly I wan’t to apologize for the spam once again 😭 but I wanted to show you how much your writing means to me and to all of deobiblr since I see that you’ve been struggling with reblogs :(

I just want you to know that it’s not your fault, nor is it your writing. While I was going through the LIU ML I did notice that there was quite a huge difference in reblogs and interactions but please don’t think that it’s because of your writing! Tbh it can be a multiple of factors such as people only reading fics for certain members (even though they’re missing out on amazing stories but wtv-), ghost readers, people forgetting to reblog the second part (cough cough), shyness ig??, not realizing it was a part of a series, they’re no longer active to complete reading the series, they want to wait fir the series to end before reading it all in one go, or because they simply don’t know that reblogs weigh more than likes on tumblr :(

So…. Yeah! I just wanted to reassure you that all your fics hold such a dear place in my heart and I never want you to forget how much joy you, your fics, and your writing bring to people! Including me haha

I’m also wishing that my reblogs helped at least a little with getting more exposure to the LIU series and provide you with a little comfort that people are still reading and appreciating! Sorry, I feel like I keep repeating myself haha ^^;

Oh! And I’ve also read all your replies and thank you! Ily too 😭🫶 I wish my reactions were a little fresher but I kept up with the series since the beginning basically and I haven’t re-read them (YET!) so my reactions might be a little dull or repetitive/doesn’t bring anything new to the table but thank you for taking your time to read through all of them!

I’m a bit of a blog lurker sometimes so tbh I just read whatever was posted/asked LMAOOOO so I can’t remember exactly where I get some info from but I do know that it was said at one point 😭

Ok sorry that I keep trailing on but thank you once again for taking your time to read this and all my other reblogs and I only wish you the absolute best! Good vibes, lots of love, showers with kisses and roses for you forever! 😚

(P.s. you can decide if you want to answer this publicly or like… subtweet me or smth idk 😭 I was just a lil too shy to be all up in your dms HAHA ok bye fr now muah)

omg user floatingpluto ur so precious 🫂 PLS don't apologize for the reblog spam, i literally had the absolute time of my life both reading thru ur tags AND replying to them (´Д⊂ヽ sometimes idek what to say in response to reblogs bc i feel like i get repetitive even tho i just wanna express my appreciation :')) but it was really fun replying to urs !!!

ahhhh the trouble w reblogs 😔🤧 i fear it's a struggle for everyone nowadays, and i feel a little silly being such a child abt them when ik i prob get a little more interaction than some others :') but thank u for being so kind and considerate abt it!! no matter what, ur reblogs did help me in more ways than one and i appreciate that so, so much. also w the less interactions bit, i def understand that things r going on in people's lives other than fanfic, which is what i keep trying to remind myself of when i do have those really low days of interaction </3 ig my insecurity is just glaringly obvious nowadays 🤡😭

ALSO no worries abt whether or not u bring something "new" to the table in ur replies TT i personally thought they were quite fun and unique!! take ur time w the rereads, and don't feel like u have to just cuz u told me u were gonna !! 😋

much love and hugs!!! 💖💖

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raellucia · 2 years

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So today I was reading this legendary post by esme(Thank u so much this summary is a treasure I will keep it close to my chest and re-read it every night before I go to sleep with tears) and reading what Kubica said, Lewis and Nico competed all the time in their karting years but

"...There was always laughing afterwards."

And I recalled that time Nico got really jealous bcz Lewis posted about Valtteri being the best teammate of all time, and he literally said "WHAT ABOUT ME" and told their whole story again at that event. And this comment:

And these two combined really made me write an ESSAY about brocedes sooo yeeeah (it's just my long boring headcon sry

(I know it's not the only reason Nico retires but) Huh imagine Nico got tired of all that "the only way to win is playing mind games with my best friend bcz he is f*cking good at driving" shit, thinking "this is exhausted, It's not like I can do this one more time so I might as well retire haha bye :) ".

So after his retirement he had very hopeful thoughts of their relationship, like OK maybe I really went TOO FAR this time but, hummmmm it's just another BIG fight between us (yes, for 2 freaking year, maybe a little bit TOO big, but anyway), we can fix this right? It may take some time but he'll surely forgive me as always, just like our childhood days. He ALWAYS forgive me when I play nice afterwards and we ALWAYS make up, like ALWAYS (*nico thinking of this smugly), we're meant to be friends (soulmates! he thought to himself).

SO he went straight to make amends, like followed lewis on ig, made many posts complimenting him, and said “I’m open to finding our way, y'know, and even having a good relationship again in the future. why not?” in the interview (oh he's so very confident back then lol). THEN after like half a year of frantic outreach, gestures of goodwill, whatever you wanna call it, (I'd say it's COURTING), He slowly realized oops, this is not working, I THOUGHT Lew would get over it but he's now completely ignoring me!!!

(And at this moment Lewis was like: Hi bitch It's called DIGNITY and NEVER FORGIVE, oh u don't know that? Let me teach u the lesson besitie!!!🥰🥰🥰) OK seriously, Lewis' thought: It's the same old story and he has had ENOUGH. This one hurts TOO MUCH and it has already crossed the line, Nico can't just wipe the slate clean and expect him to forget all this, like wtf. Yes he acknowledged it's not all Nico's fault, he's also done shitty things but whatever, it's just TRAUMATIC. He just decided he doesn't want to go through this EVER again. And u know Lewis, he's that kind of person so determined, once he has made up his mind, nothing can sway him from his decision. He'll never accept Nico as a friend, cut it off completely, and didn't even make friends anymore with anyone in the paddock.)

And Nico, (being a nasty little bitch), after his futile attempts, the thought of "shit I really f*cked up this time I SHOULD BE BLAMING MYSELF and go cry in a corner" might have crossed his mind 2 or 3 times, but OF COURSE he started feeling pissed off and mainly blaming it on Lewis like "After all I've done for you! After I've compromised so much!!! What else do u want from me?!?? How dare you still ignore me and not forgive me???? "

AND HE LOST HIS SHIT, being sarcastic and bitter every now and then, COULDN'T STOP mentioning and talking about Lewis & savouring their relationship on ALL occasion, appropriate or not. He's messing around like a child, just to get some attention from Lew, and he doesn't even realize it himself.

His LOVE for Lewis deep down could not be concealed by his crazy words, and as days goes by, he calms down at times and even says things nice and full of love. But he'll always be frustrated by the fact that Lewis is not moved. at all. Lewis could talk with him politely for a minute in the paddock, could even hang out on one yacht with him (and toto, yeah he doubted that Lew would come if it's him only... nah Nico couldn't even think about it), from outside it will seem all fine, peaceful, a good story of enemies eventually cleared the air, a happy ending of a long fic, if only Nico could be content with this illusion. If only he could play along. But he CAN'T because he knows things are not going back at all, IT IS totally different from the past. They're not even like, 10% friends or something, they are just NOT FRIENDS. And Nico can never settle with JUST THAT. He can't even pretend it. So he can't help but going back to the "bitter-sour-bitch-losing-his-shit" mode over and over again (and makes everyone super awkward but he couldn't care less LOL). Because he's NICO ROSBERG and he f*cking gets EVERYTHING he wants in his life, he could even win over LEWIS HAMILTON and snatch the F1 WORLD CHAMPION from him, shit, but he can not get Lewis to come around. He might never be able to make Lewis love him again. And he had never failed so miserably.

Sometimes he wonders maybe people are right about that nemesis thing. They've been fighting each other ever since they first met, through out the time they were still friend, and got fiercer when they're not friends anymore. But at the end of the day, none of them wins. They're just two wretches kept losing to each other, and uncontrollably love each other, and then hate even more.

#brocedes #just my ramblings

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mytrashs-blog · 4 years

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Drunk On You- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Please do not read this if you’re under 18. The Smutty part is between this signs: [...] so if you want to skip over the smut, you can, but it won’t make much sense. Also... There’s A LOT of swearing.

Summary: You’re a virgin and you’re drunk so you send a risky DM on instagram.

Word Count: Almost 6k... she’s thicc

A/N: I cannot tell you just how much I enjoyed writing this! It started as a 2 am inspiration punch and then it took me three weeks to finish it. It’s my first time writing smut, so I don’t know if that part’s good, but I like it and I really hope you do too. (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

Masterlist

(Gif isn’t mine and I couldn’t track the author, so credits go to the owner)

Fuck this shit, you’re 22 years old, you’re in college and as much as you enjoy leaving fratboys with blue balls in the middle of a party, you need to get this over with. You’re tired of waiting for the “right guy”, if you keep on doing that you’ll end up virgin for your whole fucking life. But where the fuck can you find a guy that’s not gonna judge you for being a sad, drunk virgin in the middle of a tuesday night? Being drunk and alone at your dorm was pathetic enough…

So you scroll through instagram for a while only to find out there’s no right suitor for the job, but in the heat of the moment you notice that Tom Holland, yes the scrawny white boy that looks 12 and plays Spider-man has just posted a shirtless picture and boy, he does not look 12 anymore. So you slide into his DM’s just for the shit and giggles:

“Hey, Tommy boy!

You probably get millions of DMs like this every second of everyday, but fuck, I just wanted to say that you are extremely hot and I am extremely virgin and I’m also drunk, so I thought I’d write you to ask for a massive favor.

Would you have sex with me just to take my virginity away? Ok, thanks.

Bye!

P.S. I think you’re great in your new film.”

And yes, you did press send to that, but of course you don’t even remember writing it in the first place the next morning while getting ready for your 9am class, so your daily routine goes on as normal.

But then, while you’re making your best effort not to fall asleep while your professor talks about some depressed artist that beat his wife and was super sexist, but was somehow excused because he made some decent poem, you hear the unmistakeable ping of your phone, which can only mean that you got a text, so you go to see it, because that is far less rude than falling asleep during class, but you were surely not ready for what was showing on your phone screen.

All air, and life to be honest, left your body for a second, you double checked, and then triple checked and yes… Tom Holland had wrote you on instagram’s direct messages.

“Holy fuck” you only realize you said that out loud when the three people closest you turn to look at you and shush you, but you’re still in shock and still have not opened the message, but maybe it’s not a great idea to open it in front of everybody, specially your professor, so you figure the bathroom will be the best place to do it.

You lock yourself in a stall and sit down, get your phone out, take a deep breath and open the instagram message. My God, you were not expecting what your screen showed:

“Haha, this is too cool to ignore! I happen to be in your area right now… Give me a call and I’ll make it happen ;)”

And yes, his phone number was there too. The phone number of THE Tom Holland! like… WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What are the odds of him actually reading your DM? And the odds of him replying? And the odds of TOM MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND agreeing to be your first time?! Someone up there must be having a good laugh.

But it would be rude to chicken out now, right? One does not simply say no to fuck with a Marvel actor. You gotta do it. It's your holy duty. So you reply with a simple “Looking forward to it” and you get your shit together before returning to your class.

You think about texting him while you walk to grab some lunch, but what do you say to a celebrity that agreed to deflower you?… Wait. Holy shit! You’re actually gonna have sex with Tom Holland! He’s super ripped! And you’re gonna see and feel all his bits and pieces… honestly, your panties got a bit damp just thinking about that. This is gonna be fun.

You decide to shoot the text while waiting for your iced coffee. “Hey, it’s (Y/N) from instagram. Are you serious about the thing? If so, when are you available?”

And that’s when the game begins, cause he replied almost instantly and you decided he’s just another fratboy playing around, so you played along.

“I’m dead serious, babe. I can do it tonight.”

“Nice. That’s how I like it… what time are we talking about?”

“9 ish, maybe 10.”

“Gotta give me an hour… also, it would have to be at yours, cause I live in a dorm that I share with another girl.”

“You could ask her to join…”

“Haha. Nah, this is all for me to enjoy.”

“And you will. 9:30 sounds good for you, babe?

“Perfect.”

“I can pick you up. Send me your location and I’ll go there.”

“Nice. I’m liking it already.”

“You’ll like it even more.”

You go about your day with a stupid smile all day, nervous and excited for what’s gonna happen later. Paying attention to class? What is that? Concentrating on your due projects? You don’t know her. All you can do is think about the things that man might do to you later.

Wait… you gotta shave. Also, should you go buy some nice underwear? It overwhelms you how unprepared you are and you run, abandoning everything you had to do that day to go get ready to have sex with a super hot celebrity.

You shaved, exfoliated, bought nice underwear, picked out a sexy outfit, you even tried to work out a little to look a bit more toned for him. You allowed your most extra self to come and shine, and you definetely enjoyed the process.

“What are you getting ready for? It’s wednesday. I doubt there’s any interesting party. Oh God! Do you have a date?” your roomate asked as soon as she saw you posing a skirt for the mirror when she walked in.

“I think so… I don’t know. I’m gonna meet this guy I met on instagram.” She gave you a corncerned look, but you were definetely not gonna tell her the details, that’s extremely private, it’s rude to tell people about celebrities intimate life, even if it’s with you. He didn’t mention anything about keeping it secret, but it would do a lot of harm to freely go around saying that he likes having sex with fans. It would ruin his privacy completely. At least from your part, you can guarantee no one’s ever gonna find out.

True to your word, you sent him your location an hour before the time you arranged and he called you, yes. HE CALLED YOU at 9:30p.m. on the dot to tell you he was outside and it took you a second to process the call, so much that you couldn’t voice anything more than an “Okay”… that basically ruined your super confident text attitude, and this was over the phone, would you even be able to get inside his car? The nervousness really hit you like a truck the second you hung up the phone, and your roomate noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

After taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten trying to calm yourself down, you get your purse and walk down the hallway and the stairs of the dorms and by the time you get to the main door, your legs are shaking like crazy and your palms are a little sweaty, so you gotta calm down again and remind yourself that this man is just a regular human being and that nothing has to happen if you don’t want to. And just like with tequila shots, you stop thinking and just go for it.

As soon as you see the car, you walk confidently towards it, and as he rolls down the window you can see it really is him, but you don’t let his face tear your confidence down, so you slightly smile and get in the car, it’s an extremely fancy car and you’re sure you’ve never set foot in anything this luxurious, honestly there’s no doubt that the seat your ass is resting on right now could easily be worth your entire college tuition and student loans. Okay, maybe that is an exageration, but it sure looks expensive.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you in person… I’m Tom!” he smiles in a polite and friendly matter, and you can see there’s a hint of nervousness in his smile aswell and that eases you a little because it confirms that he’s just as normal as you are.

“I’m (Y/N), pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this. I know it’s super weird and all, and I was definetely not expecting this outcome when I sent that message last night, but I’m grateful regardless…” you’re rambling, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he looks amused even. When you finally stop talking he drives away and you fall into a slightly uncomfortable silence, until he turns the music on and you recognize the song so you start humming along, and he joins, but other than that, there’s not much talking on the way to the apartment he’s staying at temporarily right now.

The place looks expensive, but it’s also very simply decored, it does look a temporary thing, but it also looks like a place where a single chaotic youn man exploded, so there’s empty beer bottles here and there, clothes literally everywhere and dirty dishes in the sink… but it does smell like cologne, very manly aswell… being at his place sets a whole new level of anxiety, because this is just so intimate. You’re inside his little world, his safe space, and even if it’s just for a brief moment you’re just happy that he agreed to do this with you.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have wine, beer and a spare champagne bottle from the other night… or just water. Please make yourself comfortable, sorry about the mess, I really don’t like cleaning.”

“That’s alright… you should see my dorm during finals week, that’s a whole other level of messy, haha… and wine would be great, thanks.” You’re slowly calming down and trying no to overthink about what’s about to happen and forget about the reputation of the man you’re doing it with, because the fact that he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s less human and maybe glorifying him for his job is a little rude from you. So you sit down in the couch, right next to a thrown blue hoodie, hold on a second… this is the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, the one with the emblem of the highschool, shit, this is a historical piece of clothing for the cinematic world and you’re sitting right next to it. Shit, there goes all the progress you had made in the last fifteen minutes.

When he comes back with two glasses of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other one, you help him put down the stuff safely because he looks so stressed carrying the things and it is a small funny moment, before he sits down right beside you and it becomes impossible to get your words to come out of your mouth. So he takes the lead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of predator, okay? I don’t know why I agreed to do this, but it was not to take advantage of you, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna do this anymore, you can just tell me and we’ll call this off, okay.” He puts his hand on you knee to reassure you and it does make you feel better, and you relax into your seat and just nod a little before speaking.

“Thank you” And it comes out like you’re breathing out in relief, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you and you take a deep breath before corresponding and taking the last step to seal your lips together.

Your mind just goes blank and you forget what you were nervous about in the first place, kissing Tom is not that much different than kissing any other guy, except for the fact that his lips are softer than most guys’, but this one does have to take care of himself, it is literally part of his job and it should not be that surprising that a guy takes basic care for his appearance, but it is nice.

[…]

The kiss moves in a nice rythm and his hands start sliding from your knee to your waist and he pulls you closer to him and your hands find their courage and go to the back of his neck and so you’re also pulling him in, and all you want is to have him closer, as close as you can possibly have him, and when his hand moves down to your ass, you take that as the perfect moment to throw your leg over so you can straddle him and now both of Tom’s hands are on your ass and you grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and just because you need to breathe in properly, you let your lips disconnect and you see him beneath you.

His hand comes up to move your hair out of your face and you stare at each others eyes for a second and it doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore, so you smile at him for a brief moment, but being apart from his lips feels terrible right now so you lean back in and his hand is in your head and he’s pushing you closer to him, and your hands just slide down to his chest, you play with the chain he has on for a second and he smiles into the kiss, but then you move your attention to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

You take your lips to his neck and he becomes super responsive, you find his sensitive spot quite quickly and he moves you closer to him so you feel his lenght rubbing against your core and it makes you go undo the buttons faster, before you know it he’s taking the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, when his hands are free, he takes advantage and lifts your blouse and you put your arms up to give him easy access. You’re glad you rush bought that set of nice underwear, because Tom’s eyes visibly fill with lust at the sight of the barely there lacy piece covering your breasts.

He touches your chest ever so lightly it gives you goosebumps, he traces a path to your breasts but he stops right before getting to them “Can I?” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes, and there’s something so sexy about him seeking your explicit consent, it makes your panties a little wetter, you nod lightly and he goes ahead, tracing the shape of your breasts with his fingers, like he wants to get familiar with them, he takes one of your nipples between his fingers and applies a little preasure on it, and then on the other one, he’s taking his sweet time before cupping them and pressing his lips in the space between them, and your hands respond to that by taking his hair and pulling lightly and he moans into your skin and it makes you shiver.

He keeps leaving wet kisses on your nipples and sucking on sensitive spots and you can swear it will leave marks, but who cares, you’re just over the moon with everything that’s happening and you just want more and more. He takes one hand to your ass again and he holds it tightly, using the other hand he slides to the edge of the couch and just like it’s nothing heavier than an empty box, he stands up, and you gasp because frankly you were not expecting it, he laughs a little and gives you a reassuring smile.

“I just thought we’ll be more comfortable in my room.”

“Okay, then.” You find it so odd that he’s so unbothered while carrying your full weight, like you’re not exactly the lightest woman in the world, but you won’t deny that being so close and personal to his biceps like this, it’s something you could get used to.

He takes you up the stairs, and along the corridor, once you reach the door, he turns the knob but decides to kick the door rather than opening it like a normal person, but you can’t complain because every moves looks hotter than the previous, and when he lays you down on his bed and stays hovering above you, you just can’t handle it and you kiss him again, your legs hug around his bum to bring him closer where you need him and he takes the hint, he pushes your skirt to your stomach and before he does anything else, his seeks your consent “Is this okay?” he asks, “Yes.” you say loud and clear and he rubs his fingers on your core, and it feels good, but your panties feel like a concrete wall, you just need to feel his fingers, his everything all over your body, so you arch your back and unzip the skirt and he pulls it down and throws it to a corner of the room.

He takes a second to look at you in just your underwear and you feel exposed, but he’s looking at you like you’re some sort of Goddess, he kicks his shoes off and goes to undo the button of his jeans, and it looks so slow and you need him now but you watch him and when he slides down the jeans and you can make out the shape of his member. You feel a little overwhelmed with the view in front of you, and you take a moment to take it all in. His face is crowned by (now) very messy curls, his eyes that used to be brown are practically pitch black by both the dim lighting and lust, there’s freckles all over his nose and cheeks, but they’re barely noticeable, his jawline is the most defined you’ve ever been near to, but even though there are a lot of strong features in his face, he looks almost childish and innocent… until you drop your eyes to his chest, that is.

Every single muscle in his chest has some sort of definition, he’s not as ripped as in the movies, but then again, he’s not super dehydrated and over exercised right now, and he still looks more muscular than any guy you know, his abs are defined, there’s a visible V marking the path from his hips to his member and it is stupidly making your mouth water. He has black Calvin Kleins still on, but that’s the last piece of clothing he has on, and the anticipation is killing you.

He takes you by the ankles an pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and he spreads your legs open and gives you a devilish smile before leaning back in to give you a quick yet intense kiss on the lips and he slides down to your neck and chest again, but he keeps making his way down your body towards your bellybutton and it gives you goosebumps everytime he gives you even a peck or a light touch, you’re shivering with every touch.

“Relax, love… if you want me to stop you can just say it, okay?” He says looking up at you and you nod, you breathe in to calm your nerves down, he waits for you, when you’re finally ready you nod at him again, he gives your waist a light squeeze, smiles at you and places a kiss to your stomach and keeps kissing you lower, until one of his hands goes to your thigh while the other teases the waistband of your panties, hooking one finger on it, he starts pulling it down painfully slowly, you lift your bum to make it easier for your panties to leave your body, once Tom strecthes them to throw them to some part of the room, you sit up to take off your bra and he looks intently at you while you do it, so you smile and lock your eyes to his just to make it more interesting, and you also take your sweet time unclasping the clips, and Tom starts to get impatient, you can see it in his smile, but you enjoy playing with him so even when you do unclasp both clips, you keep the piece on and he puts his hands on his hair in exasperation and you just laugh, enjoying this small moment of being the one in charge, but you give in and take the lacy bra off and throw it to him, he catches it and throws it to the side.

You’re completely naked in his bed and he’s taking the view in. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” he says and you feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, but you smile and thank him regardless, he smiles back and leans back down, he kisses one of your thighs and then the other one, before he does anything else he looks up at you, once again looking for any signs of hesitation “Are you sure you want this?” he asks from his position and when you nod, he dives in.

He presses a light kiss into your folds and you immediately feel electricity emmiting from your core. Needless to say it’s your first time recieving an oral, every sensation is new, you can’t even tell if he’s good at this or not, but for you, it feels like the best sensation in the world, his tongue dances over your clit and you just grasp the sheets for dear life and when he sucks on it you swear you could come right there, but you manage to hold it for a little longer and he keeps going, it doesn’t take long for him to introduce one finger inside, the moan you let out is just obscene and he seems to love it, because he moans too but the vibrations that it sent to your clit make you lose it and you come yelling his name like your life depends on it and he guides you through your first orgasm of the night with his mouth and finger still pumping in and out.

“You’re dripping wet, you know that?” He tells you once you’ve calmed down and have regained your ability to function like a human being, you smile at him, trying to speak, but that function has not come back yet. He kisses you in the mouth and you can taste yourself in his mouth, you start relaxing into the kiss, and he starts tracing gentle circles on the skin of your stomach and you turn your body so can be face to face and your leg happens to feel his dick, and it feels impossibly hard, so you try to relieve the pressure by stroking it with your hand, but when you get your hand down his waistband, Tom stops you “If you touch me now, I’ll be the biggest dissapointment of your life.”

“You forget that I’m a virgin… I have nothing to compare you to.”

“Still… I’ve got my pride.” he finishes as he gets up and rumbles in a drawer of his nightstand, he finds the condom and shows it to you. “Do you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, there’s nothing you want more than do it right now, but it sure makes you nervous, still you give him verbal consent “Yes, I do.”

That’s all he needs, he stands up completely and takes his underwear off, it happens quite fast, but you do get to apreciate his dick in full exposure, not that you’d know, but it sure looks like it’s gonna be hard to fit that inside of you, and you panic a little and Tom notices and chuckles while he slides the condom on, “It’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

He crawls back to the bed and hovers above you, his hand go to your core again and he slowly introduces one finger into you and starts pumping in and out slowly, he stays looking in your eyes, watching your every reaction, you’re moaning slightly, when he notices that you’ve gotten used to the sensation, he adds another digit and the pressure feels uncomfortable, but he notices so he waits for you to get used to the feeling before he starts pumping it, you bite your lip as you enjoy his movements, moans coming out of your mouth to the rythm of his fingers, when he starts stretching you by doing scissor motions with his fingers, the feeling increases and it is a lot more intense so you hold onto his arm, he’s still looking at you, wanting to be sure that you’re okay and staying alert to see any signs of discomfort in you, but you like it so much.

He takes his fingers out and the emptiness is just overwhelming, but when you see that he’s trying to align himself to your entry, you relax and stress at the same time. This is real. It’s gonna happen. Actually it’s happening at this moment. He looks at you again and lifts his eyebrows in question, you nod lightly and you hold on to his forearm and his neck in preparation. He pushes slowly in, it hurts a little but it’s not that bad, Tom sees you wincing and stops, waiting for you to get used to the new feeling, when you do, he keeps pushing a little. The rythm goes like that until he’s fully in.

You can see he’s having a hard time trying not to hurt you, it’s clear that he just wants to go for it, but you’re grateful he’s containing himself while you get used to the feeling of being so full right now, when you’re ready, you nod at him and he pulls slightly out, waits for you, and pushes back in. The rythm is slow at first for you to get used to it. At first it feels like too much, but the more he thrusts into you, it starts being not enough.

His grunts and moans sound heavinly to your ears, and whenever you are brave enough to just open your eyes and see him, his face is just so beautiful, he has a frown in his face out of concentration and self control, you’re admiring him when he opens his eyes and they meet yours, it’s such an intimate moment, it makes you blush a little bit, you caress his cheek and hair, interlocking your fingers in his curly locks, he lets out a soft moan in pleasure.

The pace gets faster and stronger and you’re getting closer to your high with every thrust, he’s hitting a point inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and it’s a whole new level of pleasure, it’s even making you feel like the world is spinning, you grab onto his back and scratch as you try to keep it together, he moans loudly and stops and pulls out suddenly.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” he tells you and you comply, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can fuck you while standing up off the bed, you try to arch your back to give him better access, he slides in easier now, and the sensation changes completely, he’s hitting another point that feels even better in this angle, the pleasure doesn’t let you stay stable and your arms can’t keep you up, so you press your face to a pillow and you can’t stop moaning his name, your high creeping up from your stomach once again.

“T- Tom… I think I’m gonna…”

“Wait for me, darling, I’m right there with you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and arythmic, he goes faster, his grunts louder with each thrust, your names falls from his mouth a lot more now, and his is the only word you can say at this point. You come first with an incredibly loud moan of his name. The feeling of you reaching your orgasm around his dick is enough to send him over the edge too, your name being dropped with a loud grunt, he squeezes your breast and rests his head on your back when he comes down from his high, both of you panting. You stay like that for a moment, but then Tom pulls out and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

[…]

You lay in the bed completely naked, but you do feel more exposed now that the moment’s over, so you cover up with a pillow and think about what just happened, relishing on how good it was, you figure this was the best idea you’ve had in a while, even if the most ridiculous but it worked out pretty well.

Tom comes back soon after and hands you a water bottle (because he apparently just keeps water bottles in his bathroom), you thank him and he lays in the bed with you. “How was that?” he asks you in some worried matter, like his whole career depended on your answer, you look at him and smile at him like he’s crazy, you had two orgasms, isn’t that enough proof that you liked it? when the anxiety becomes aparent in his face, you give him the verbal confirmation. “Of course I did, wasn’t it obvious?” you say while trying to hide your face, he takes your arms to stop you from doing so.

“Y/N! Don’t hide! It was actually really good for me too, and I’m happy you had a good first time, it’s cool.”

You smile at him bigger now, getting more comfortable now, and he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, and you lay there just chilling for a while. Checking the clock in Tom’s bedside table you realize it’s almost 2 in the morning, you haven’t talked about this, but you think it’s not a good idea to stay the night, maybe he has things to do tomorrow, and you do have a class at 9, so you start to get up to recolect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Tom asks in a whiny tone, he was right about to fall asleep before you got up.

“I think it’s time for me to leave, it’s quite late and I’ve got class tomorrow.” you reply with a slightly sad tone, just for the drama.

“You don’t have to go. There’s no way I’m letting you take an uber and I’m too lazy to get up and drive you… so stay, I promise I’ll take you to your front door tomorrow morning, alright?” also, he gives you mad puppy eyes to convince you, but you still move around the room trying to find your underwear, just to not be naked anymore.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes back on, cause this is weird.”

“Can you throw me my underwear, please?”

“Yeah, just let me try and find them.” You throw them at him once you find them among the mess and they land straight in his face, you just gotta laugh at it and he just rolls his eyes at you and puts the thing on jokingly bitching about you being rude to him and you just laugh at him while you walk back to the bed.

At some point, Tom goes to retrieve your clothes and the wine from the living room while you just scroll through your phone absent mindedly, you half read the tweets and just ignore the instagram posts you see until he gets back and gives you your barely touched glass of wine and lays back down next to you.

You stay there for a while just talking and drinking, actually getting to know each other, you tell him about your major in college, how hard it gets sometimes, and you even tell him about why you had never had sex before. He tells you about his work, his family, the things he wants to do next… he does tell you a little tiny spoiler of the future of Marvel, which you had to swear you wouldn’t reveal to anyone ever and it would be a secret you take to your graveyard. It’s a nice pillow talk, you’re laying in the bed, facing each other, his hand is lazily resting on your waist, yours playing with the chain on his neck. This is likely even more intimate than the sex itself, and it’s nice.

When you do finally fall asleep, is in that position. Wine bottle completely empty in the floor, clothes laying around, only sound in the room being the light snores of Tom and heavy sleep breathing. You’re extremely comfortable and relaxed, long forgotten how nervous you were before this happened. You could get used to this.

Your slumber is ruined when the alarm goes off at half 7 in the morning, you feel tired, but you get your clothes back on anyway, Tom takes a little longer to fully wake up, but he keeps his promise and throws a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, he also throws a hat on just to not deal with his morning/sex hair, for the same reason, you also just put your hair in a messy bun.

He actually parks the car and walks you back to your dorm, it’s quite early, but there is some people around the hallways anyways and it makes you a bit anxious thinking you might get him in trouble if he does get recognized, but he seems relaxed and unbothered about it anyway.

“I had a lot of fun. It was really nice to get to know you… call me up if you ever want to do this again, okay?” he tells you with his hands stuck in his pockets, it makes you smile how cute he looks.

“Thank you, Tom. I really enjoyed it… thanks for not being weird about this whole thing.”

“That’s alright. Okay, take care and don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Okay.” He gives you a last kiss on the cheek before you get inside your dorm to get ready for class, and he goes back home, and that is it.

Months go by without you ever talking to or about Tom, you just assumed that was the end of everything you lived with him and it is a lovely and super hot thing to remember, but there's nothing more to it.

Bing

Your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You were studying, so you weren't talking to anyone. As you check the notification, you freeze just like you did the first time you saw his name on your screen.

"Hey! I'm in your town! What are you up to?"

Tagging some people to avoid the flop:

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

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Just wanted to say a few words about those who made my year ~ (SORRY THIS IS LONG)

@idiot-juice-enthusiast - My sweet baby, where do I begin? I treasure you so much, I know I tease you a lot. BUT I am soo happy you decided to leave me an ask, despite you know, my stupidity. You are so funny and just, idk, BRIGHT. Maybe it’s because you’re still young or maybe it’s because you’re just a ball of light, idk. EITHER WAY. I am so thankful to have you in my life. When my friends slowly started leaving me in RL you were the first one who started to fill that void so like.... tHANKS. Happy New Year, my child! Love you!!

@haikyuufairy - My shooting star, oh gosh. You not only have made my year by being my friend but by blessing me with stories that really shake up my whole existence LMAO. You are incredibly talented, and I just wish the best for you. You deserve so much happiness and success. You’re a beautiful soul inside and out, and the whole world should know it! I want you to know that I really do mean everything I’m saying, because you deserve to be showered in love and compliments. and as long as you keep me around, I will remind you of your worth. >:) I love you, and happy new year!

@toikiwi - you peanut head, what should I even say to you. >:) You are very forgetful, funny and sweet. For some weird reason though you chose to care about me so deeply and for what??? I AM HORRIBLE. do I deserve your affection? probably not. BUT DO I APPRECIATE IT? yes. I never had a friend like you, and I’m really glad we met. ;-; you’re one of a kind. Love you and happy new year!

@alluringeternity - my bestiee. we went from you sending me asks, to watching movies on zoom like I think that’s a whole ass victory. despite our time differences, we make this friendship work and I think that’s sexy ;) I really love talking with you, I know you once thought I’d get bored of you BUT HAHA BITCH IT NEVER HAPPENED. you’re stuck with me forever. I can’t wait until we meet up so then I can cling to you for all eternity. :D MWAHAH love you and it’s not the new year anymore for you so like happy Jan 2nd or something idk LOVE YOU

@suna-r1n - lilyyy, my little duckie, my crybaby friend. I adore you, truly. I’ve never gotten so attached to someone so quickly until you LMAO. I mean I always loved when you would send me random messages but then we ended up talking much more frequently and honestly it was everything. You are so sweet and just... squishy. I’m really glad we became friends and started talking more, because you really are someone I cherish and want to protect >:) so be safe this new years eve, little shit! I love you.

@4fterh0urs - Pheebz you crazy ass ho. JK. You’re just crazy ;) But I respect it. You have made me laugh so many times from the shit you post idk you’re just cool, I GUESS!? You’re also v moral I FEEL? sometimes when everyone else is silent about shit that’s fucked you’re not and I really respect you for it. I feel like we’re similar in weird ways and I really love talking with you. I hope you have a great new years eve, bbs!! love youu.

@chaichai-the-weeb - my fellow Canadian!! I’m still pressed we haven’t met in RL yet but IT WILL HAPPEN!! I’m really glad I ended up messaging you when you left tumblr awhile ago, because now I feel like we’ve become such good friends. ;-; You and I don’t have the best track record with friends but HEY at least now we have each other? It’s amazing though how quickly we went from strangers to good friends LMAO our personalities really work. <3 I know you’re spending today watching anime lol so ENJOY IT. I love you and happy new years!

@haikyuusimp91 - my law school buddy ;-; You not only support the fuck out of my stories but you are an amazing friend. anytime I have law school worries you’re always there for me and I love it so much. I appreciate all you do, even if I don’t say it enough! you put up with me and my psycho ass and honestly idk how you do it BUT I’M GLAD YOU DO. I really hope this year treats you better because you fucking deserve it all. I love you a lot, missy ;-; Sometimes I feel like you’re the older sister I never had - BUT LIKE DON’T BE WEIRDED OUT OK DFGHJKL love YOU BYE (AND HAPPY NEW YEAR)

@aquariarose - my little bodyguard. I have never met anyone with a heart like yours. gold. you are fucking GOLD. at first when we didn’t talk much, I would love whenever you talked about my stories with me. because you always seemed so happy about them and it would make my whole day!! I love talking with you daily and hearing about your life, because honestly girl you living in a shoujo manga LMAO. GO GET YOUR MAN OKAYYYYY hahah I love you sm!! I hope you have a great new years!

@bloody-bella - BELLA OH BELLAAAA, MY SWEET BELLAAAA. hi. :D can I start off by saying you have a cute af voice? like excuse? okay back to the point, YOU. your support is why I was able to finish my stories TRUST ME. your little cute comments and asks, it gave me the courage to * write * LOL. I’m so glad that you joined my among us game and started talking with me more ;-; because I really do wanna get to know you more!! I feel like we may lowkey be twinsies in odd ways ;) BUT I hope you have a lovely new years eve my love!! <3

@yourstarvic - vic the hoe ho. somehow you went from this funny girl with a CRINGE ass UN to one of my good friends?? Your support for my stories has always meant so much to me. I’m always looking forward to hearing your thoughts and listening to you scream about shit LOL. I’m glad we started talking more, because I love your company. Even when you’re telling me something weird af or being horny for NO ASS REASON. You’re a weird one but I love ya. Have a happy new year!

@nerdyphantomlady - my angel of music! you are sucha joy. I adore you so much. I’m really glad that I started talking with you more because you’re sO DAMN CUTE. talking with you melts my heart because you’re just this small ADORABLE BEAN WHO I LOVE. I know you don’t understand iT BUT I AM RIGHT. I know you’re worried about your test coming up but I know 2021 is gonna be your year! MWAH. I love you and happy new year!

@pha2nt0m - gOSH I just need to tell you that you were the reason I was able to finish “let’s do it again” your support means the world to me!! you’re so damn sweet and supportive like idk what I would have done without you??? so thank you so much. I really hope this new year brings you happiness, success and good health!! <33

@newfriendjen - Jen, I love you WHAT THE HECK. You were one of my first followers, in the early days ;-; and you supported me with your whole heart and I CAN NEVER SAY THANK YOU ENOUGH. The thing that I love about you is that you’re not one of those cocky asshole writers who think they’re god’s DFGHJ like you are kind, supportive of others and talented? like SHIT??? you deserve everything because you are the whole package!! you are honestly the ideal - AAAH. I love this new year brings you love and happiness!! <3

@sugawarabby - my lovely, we’ve spoken only a handful of times but each time meant a lot to me! you’re a true delight and I really wish you the best for the next year. I know 2020 wasn’t the best for you but you deserve a happy, love-filled 2021. MWAH. <3

@vicassa - my love, you and your support to my stories is unmatched. I know you think that spamming me would bother me but it never did! I loved talking with you and hearing about your days. when you’re less busy, come talk with me again, hm? Because I loved talking with you. You’re a sweet sweet little bean and I adore you so very much. ;-; But happy new year!!

@hyskoa1998 - hi my love. our schedules rarely match up but I always loved reading your reactions and talking with you ;-; I hope we can talk more this year because I really do wanna be your friend IF YOU WILL HAVE ME. But happy new year! I hope it’s an amazing one.

@tsukkismamagucci - your comments on every single smau - GOLD. everything you post is just so funny or accurate!! everytime your name popped up in my notifications I would be so excited!! or whenever you sent me asks my heart would make some weird ass noises. ;-; so thank you for being so wonderful. I love you and happy new year!!

@kara-grayson04 - one of my first friends on here, and a whole ass little fighter! Thank you for supporting me in my early days on my writing account and for spamming me with funny stuff! you’re someone with a bright future ahead of you and I really wish you the best for 2021!

@chibishae34 - MY OIKAWA PROTECTION SQUAD BUDDY. I have told you this before but again, you are too good for this world and me. I can’t believe you’ve been here since my first smau and it took me so long to start talking with ya. :( that’s my regret for the year. I wish we started talking sooner because you’re sucha joy. thank you for being the amazing person you are though, your support and friendship mean so much to me. I hope you have an amazing 2021. MWAH.

@chocolaterumble - you’re not even on tumblr anymore eh? BUT when you see this, know that I appreciated everything you did for me and our conversations. you’re a kind idiot who really needs to develop a backbone. :)) I say that in the nicest way possible :* Just know 2021 is YOUR year, so make it your bitch. you can have the whole world if you try putting your effort into things that matter. just learn to believe in yourself, aLRIGHT? because you’re fucking awesome.

@dope-squish - one, wHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? I hope you’re okay and safe. ;-; I miss you. it’s not the same without youuu. who else will make my day with funny reactions and memes? but for when you do read this, thank you for being...you. You are so unique, funny and just talented. idk. you’re spectacular like spiderman. thank you for being my friend and supporting me. I hope the new year treats you well. <3 love ya!

@swoonhui - my silly love! thank you for supporting me through it all and trusting me with your troubles. I always love seeing messages from you or asks, because you really are wonderful and likeee I WANT TO PROTECT. haha. I hope you’re having a safe and happy new years eve, missy!! Stay happy. I love you.

@astronomyturtle - shout out for being one of my first supporters and for being a full on badass!! hahaha. no but really. you are amazing, and I really want to thank you for everything. you supported my shit stories and my good ones, and that really means so much. I hope you have a great new years!!

@dreamstormings - hellooo, I just wanted to thank you for your support. it means sosososo much to me. and regarding the stuff we talked about recently, everything you said just demonstrates what a wonderful person you are. thank you for ... existing >:) and happy new year! <3

@rajablast - hii, I just wanted to thank you for always sending me kind and sweet asks ;-; it really means a lot to me. I hope you have an amazing new years eve or new years day!! <3

@elianetsantana - hii. ;-; I know we only started talking recently but it made me really happy so pls don’t be weirded out by me adding you here. <3 I hope in the new year we can talk moree! because you seem super lovely. ;-;

#JAN RAMBLES #also there are others I should have tagged but my brain went empty

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bokutosbestie2 · 3 years

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I kinda want to make a playlist for this story ☻

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Y/N pov :

" HEY! I recognized you! ARENT you the Origiris guy!"

" Yea I am, the name is Osamu. "

" Ok OSAMU why I'm I here? "

" HEY don't ask me! Ask Atsumu he the one who brought you here. I JUST GOT HERE! "

" YOU! OREO-LOOKING HAIR! WHY YOU BRING ME HERE HUH! " pointed at him as he jumped up from the couch.

" YOU WERE HELLA DRUNK! ALSO, YOU WERE WANDERING AROUND ALONE!? SOME DUDE could've TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF YOU of how DRUNK YOU WERE! "

" HMM GOOD POINT!... BUT WAIT HOW COME I'M IN YOUR SHIRT! "

" HEY, YOU THREW UP ON YOURSELF! I DIDN'T CHANGE YA.. YOU CHANGED AND SHOWER ON YER OWN! " Atsumu held up his hands defensively.

" Yea the look of panic on my brother's face shows he telling the truth," Osamu said as he tries to compose his laughter.

" HMM I GUESS I'll BELIEVE YA.. "

I only remember me showering and putting on a random shirt now thinking about it..

" WAIT never mind your right I did shower on my own...I kinda remember. " I say sorta embarrassed.

" WELL THEN! I guess I should be going! "

" No stay here it's LATE! It's 3:15 IN THE MORNING!" Osamu said

" Are you sure I already cause enough trouble for your brother.. "

" Nah ATSUMU PROBABLY deserved all that trouble!"

Atsumu turned around to flip off his brother.

" Atsumu that sounds familiar?! "

" OH SOO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! " Atsumu smirked

" No.. Your name sounds familiar tho "

Osamu burst out laughing..

" HAHA YOU JUST RUINED HIS EGO! "

" I'm confused.. " I say honestly

" Well OSAMU ISNT GOING TO TELL YOU THAN I WILL! " Atsumu said offended

" Ok then wHo aRe yOu? " I mimic Atsumu's tone.

" I Play on ONE OF BEST TEAMS IN JAPAN.. IM ON MSBY! " he said in a cocky tone.

" OH, SO THAT'S WHY YOUR NAME SOUNDS FAMILIAR! " I shouted

" WHERE YA HEAR MY NAME?! " Atsumu got excited.

" Clam Down Atsumu! " Osamu hit him on the head.

" OW! "

" WELL, I do photoshoots! I do the photography, not the modeling! "

" Yea we can tell! " Astumu said

" ATSUMU! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! " Osamu looked ashamed.

Did he just called me unattractive.. THIS GUY OH HELL NAH!

I grabbed my shoe and aim it at Atsumu's head... and I miss ..

" AH WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! "

" YOU DESERVE IT!! I'm STILL PRETTY CUTE FOR NOT BEING A MODEL " I stick my middle finger at him.

" HMM, I LIKE THIS GIRL! " Osamu elbowed Astumu.

" I'm sorry JUST FINISH THE Story miss I THINK IM PRETTY CUTE! " he rolls his eyes.

" ANYWAYS! Some of my friends work with athletes all time. She did a photoshoot with the MSBY team! So that's why your name sounds FAMILIAR! "

" Oh so you didn't know that I'm an amazing volleyball player...." Atsumu looked disappointed about the story.

" No.. "

" WOW first time a girl didn't fangirl over Atsumu and He seems Heart Broken! " Osamu said laughing.

" She not my type anyways! " Atsumu said in a petty tone.

DAMN, HE JUST NOT SAY THAT..

" Oreo looking hair "

" WHAT YOU SAY! "

" YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE AN OREO! "

Osamu was watching us bicker until he started to yawn out of tiredness mix with boredom.

" SHEEZ you guys fight like a cat and dog! I'M GOING TO BED NOW! DONT be too loud! " Osamu said as he walked off towards his room.

I and Atsumu gave each other dirty looks.

" WELL, I GUESS ILL BE GETTING MY GUEST ROOM BACK! " Astumu snapped

" UH, NO ILL BE SLEEPING THERE! " I say annoyed

" NO ME! "

" BUT I'M THE GUEST! "

" NO, YOU WERE SOME RANDOM HEARTBROKEN GIRL WHO got drunk!

Oh, I forgot..about my breakup.

My mood was now ruined with the comment he said.

" You can have the room.. " I looked at Atsumu

" Oh umm, you sure? " Atsumu looked concerned

" Yea I'll just go on the couch. " I walked to the couch, I hear the door close behind me.

I sit on the couch as I remember when Kageyama broke up with me.

Damn, why couldn't I be a better person...

Atsumu pov:

As I close the door behind me I felt guilty for bringing up her breakup. It's not even my business, I shouldn't have mentioned it.

I lay in bed as guilt was all over me.

Maybe I Should Apologize?

No, I can't do that it's 3:50 am, she must have fallen asleep already.

I'll just apologize in the morning.

Around 7:30 am:

Y/n pov:

I wake up to the smell of bacon. I sit up from the couch to see Osamu cooking breakfast.

" I expected you to wake later! " Osamu said as he placed eggs and bacon on a plate.

" Ah well, I have a habit of waking up early because of work! " I say as I walked over to the counter.

" Here take this is then. " Osamu place the plate in front of me.

" OH NO, IT'S FINE! I'm planning on leaving now I already been too much of a burden. "

" No, it's fine! Your the surprise guest after all. "

" Gosh even tho your brother can be full of himself... you and he are such nice people. "

" Well, that's how we were raised to respect everyone."Osamu smiled at me.

After conversing with Osamu for 30 minutes a sleepy blonde comes out of the room.

" ATSUMU YOU ARE FINALLY AWAKE! " Osamu shouted.

" SHEEZ WHY YER SO LOUD! "

" Stop being so grumpy. " I tell Atsumu

" WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE ! "

" Because your brother gave me breakfast, but I'll be leaving now! "

" WAIT- "

" Yes? " I look him annoyed.

" I- uh I'll take you home. "

" No it's fine I can just call my friends to pick me up. "

" No, let me take you! "

WHY does he want to take me so bad.

" Ugh fine. "

" Ok then let me go get changed! "

As Atsumu went back to go get changed I look at Osamu confused.

" He probably wants to see if you will fall for him or something. "

" As if! " I laughed at Osamu's comment.

" Oh before you go can I get your number? "

OSAMU WANTS MY NUMBER?! SCORE!

" UH, YEAH SURE! "

Me and Osamu exchange numbers then Atsumu comes into the scene.

" OSAMU YOU SLY DOG! " Atsumu shouts

Osamu gave Atsumu a death stare.

" Uh we best get going y/n ! " he said as he pushes me to the front door.

" BYE OSAMU THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! "

Osamu waves bye, and now I'm stuck with this dude.

Atsumu joyfully gets in the driver's seat as I sit in the passenger.

" Why are you so eager to take me home? "

" Uh-well... I wanted to apologize. "

" EH FOR WHAT?! "

" For the comment, I said last night.. "

" Oh, don't worry about it's not that serious, " I say giving him a thumbs up.

" Yea if it's not that serious why you get so drunk. "

" UGH, WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ME ON BLAST! "

" HEY I'M JUST SAYING WHAT I SAW! "

" WELL don't worry it was just over a stupid boy.. "

Atsumu looked concerned.

" Ya a stupid boy! " he said in sarcasm.

I looked at him annoyed.

" OK don't give me that look! "

"Let's get going! " I say.

Atsumu started the car and ask for directions.

" Oh wow you only live 15 minutes away from Osamu."

" Ah, that's nice to know! " I smiled.

" Sheez DONT tell me you like my brother! "

" Oh CALM DOWN! He just cute that's all! "

" Oh, so you think I'm cute then huh! " Atsumu smirked at me.

" No! You look like an Oreo because of your hair...." I say trying to keep my laugh in.

" STOP CALLING ME AN OREO and IM almost AT YOUR HOUSE! "

" AH YAY FINALLY! "

“ Is this your house? “

“ Yup you can stop there now! “

“ Ok then” Atsumu stop by a post light.

" Thank you... For umm everything even tho I was a stranger you decide to be nice and help me out... " I say as I can feel my face getting hot of embarrassment.

" Aww, you're being nice to me for once! "

" It was no problem I would've felt guilty if something bad happens to you. " he said quietly.

There was an awkward silence..

" Uh well, I have to get going! "

" Um, yea you go ahead! "

" Bye... Atsumu! "

" Bye! " he said as he drove away.

FINALLY I'M HOME!!

Atsumu pov:

Did she just finally called me by my first name?

Chapter 4

#msby atsumu #astumu x reader #miya astumu #hq atsumu #fanfic #haikyuu time skip #osamu miya #haikyuu x female reader #atsumu fanfic #msby black jackal #hq msby

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awfullyaster · 4 years

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andrew and neil are switches, don’t you forget it

ok hi here for my (probably) daily aftg rant,,,,so i’m seeing that the majority of the fandom (as far as i’ve seen anyway)--or fics/fanart consisting of andreil doing the do--view neil as a power bottom ?

am i incorrect? are my resources false? idk bout u but so far i’ve only seen like one fic where neil is the top/penetrator (!mao is that even a real word idk but it sounds weird haha cute ok anyway)

and honestly, i have to disagree. i do. i’m not trying to push andrew’s boundaries by saying that neil could top, i’m just saying that y’all don’t give neil enough credit.

liek,,,,,bro,,,,,do you not see the amount of top energy neil mf josten radiates ???? like, yes, we know andrew takes the lead but it doesn’t necessarily mean he’d top forever ?????

( just a proposition, ofc but this is just my opinion based on observations--yet again )

( and tbh i had difficulty trying to figure who was the top and who was the bottom between them when i encountered the first hint of intimate growth in their relationship--to the point where i had to ask my best friend who hadn’t a clue what aftg was prior to (that’s when the aftg rants officially started/ignited) and it took some time/proper discussion/consideration but he first came up with the conclusion that andrew was a sub top and that neil was a power bottom )

as for yours truly, i came to the conclusion that they are both switches (some time after i finished reading).

i mean,,,,,,can you really just look at neil josten--wholly, like his entire personality, attitude (problem !), traits, &c and decide on the spot that he’s a bottom ??? how ??? how the hell do you come up with that ?????

and hear me out, i have evidence/reasons:

one) The Great Riko Roast™️. need i say more?

(if elaboration is necessary:

keep in mind that neil (this literal fucking nobody) burned riko (supposedly the king of exy or whatever the fuck, who cares) to ground on the spot (no script, just his attitude problem (mwah i love him) and pure spite)

again, he burned him to the ground on live television, publicly humiliating riko with each and every word

idk bout u but i am so damn sure andrew found out right then n there that this bitch radiates top energy for fucking sure (or, in his words, isn’t spineless)

neil committing arson via verbal attacks is just---splendid. absolutely mesmerizing. flawless. truly inspiring. gamechanging. glorious.

he’s so rude i love him

anyway )

two) neil can shut up andrew up without having to touch or kiss him. he can leave him speechless. with just his words.

(yes, we know anybody & everybody knows better than to touch andrew but like i mean he wouldn’t have to fight him or whatever) (and he doesn’t have to kiss him to shut him up--though he definitely can--he doesn’t have to because that’s just how fucking powerful he is)

y’all,,,,,are you ready for one of the most amazing lines i believe we all know and love,,,,,

““You have a problem wherein you only invest your time and energy into worthless pursuits."

“This,” Neil flicked his finger to indicate the two of them, “isn’t worthless.”

“There is no ‘this’. This is nothing.”

“And I am nothing,” Neil prompted. When Andrew gestured confirmation, Neil said, “And as you’ve always said, you want nothing.”

Andrew stared stone-faced back at him.

[...andrew had his hand frozen mid-air...(i forgot the rest)]”

if this does not prove dominance to you, i don’t know what to tell you. (HE WAS MERELY SPEAKING AND ANDREW COULD NOT COME UP WITH ANYTHING-- A N Y T H I N G --TO SAY BACK BC IT’S A PERSONAL ATTACK AND HE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING AND THAT’S WHY HE SEES NEIL AS INTERESTING/WHY HE ‘HATES’ HIM SO MUCH BRO I)

hOweVeR

i know that dom bottoms exist (i think so, anyway) or bottoms that radiate top energy/the position (i.e. bottom,top) energy you radiate can be entirely different from what position you really are/are comfy with and that these are just words but that brings me to my following point,

three) (#1 insitgator, he, oh yes, neil josten, yes indeed) his unexpected (and to be frank, quite thrilling) acts of asserting dominance ?????? um ????

(when they were kith kithing next to the kitchen (next to kitchen) in neil’s dorm room) “[neil felt his phone buzz in his back pocket and against the wall it was obnoxiously loud. he already knew it was his daily countdown, but he already knew how much little time he had left. he didn’t need to reminded, especially now...andrew took it out of his back pocket and offered it to neil, pulling away from his mouth. neil took the phone from andrew’s hand and threw it across the living room, not taking his eyes off andrew. andrew watched as the phone bounced off the couch and onto the carpet. neil kissed his neck in attempt to distract him and was rewarded by a startled jolt which was enough reason to do it again. and even though andrew pushed his face away, they were close enough for neil to not miss how andrew shivered.]”

b r o ,,,,,,,,,,,, bro,,,,,,it just--

(when they were alone in the bus otw to that one away game--belmonte, i think?) “[“i wonder when coach found out about this,” neil prompted.

“there is no ‘this’.”

“i wonder when coach found out you only want to kill me ninety-three percent of the time.”

neil retraced his steps and had a moment of realization. before andrew left for easthaven, neil had told andrew to trust him and not ‘neil’.

“it was before you left,” neil started...

“coach doesn’t believe what other people want him to believe, he believes what he sees,” andrew replied...

“are you going to tell them?” neil was referring to the rest of the team, and this was up to him, whether they’ll be out or not.

“i won’t have to. renee says the upperclassmen are betting on your sexuality.”

neil knew that matt mentioned that there were bets on about him, but he didn’t know it was about this.

“it’s a waste of time and money. they’ll all lose. i’ve said all year that i don’t swing and i meant it. kissing you doesn’t make me look any of them differently. the only one i’m interested in is you.”

“don’t say stupid things.”

“make me.” and with that, neil grabbed a fistful of andrew’s hair and pulled him in.]”

dude,,,,,,,,,he can take control,,,,,he can,,,,he can lead, too, but he follows andrew’s because he’s a good boy and he knows how important it is. he improvises and uses what he has and takes control from there. dude. dude.

three) honestly? i think andrew likes it. neil’s unexpected acts of confidence,,,kinda leaves him on the edge of his seat yk,, like doesn’t it increase his percentage? it does, right? cuz ik it did when andrew guided neil to touch his chest and neil emulated andrew’s words, “i won’t be like them. i won’t let you let me be.” (i love them bye) but liek,,,,yeah idk andrew liking neil’s neck kisses/fetish kinda tells me he likes it so maybe this isn’t concrete evidence particularly but i’m still including it because andrew’s a switch, idc what anyone says,

four) i lost my train of thought but i ran out of reasons--on the spot, anyway--so i might come back to this if i do but just to make it clear:

andrew minyard is a switch. (it just takes time, like a lot, but it doesn’t mean it’s necessarily impossible/never gonna happen.)

neil josten is a switch. (he respects andrew’s boundaries and doesn’t push him, he’s fine being guided, but it doesn’t mean he can’t take the initiative himself (and i forgot to mention it but re: when he asked andrew if he doesn’t like to be touched in general or if it’s a trust thing + many more times, before & after their first kiss, i believe, my brain is just empty rn) and i just think that deserves more recognition)

so !!

(this post is a mess, (i always am but today’s just worse) i know, and i’m sorry)

in conclusion,

let neil top andrew !! they deserve it !!

(not that vice versa is bad, but this isn’t either, yk, just saying. also, i hope this isn’t too late to say in the post, but i do not, i repeat, i do not, intend to pressure any content creator--fic writers, fan artists, editors, &c--to create content this particular way only,,,,okay,,,gotta make that unequivocally clear. and i’m not saying andrew topping neil is bad or overrated, because i know that when it comes to them, sex in general would take some time, especially neil topping andrew, but i think they deserve that freedom, yk. again,,,,this is just my personal opinion. no insisting statements here, just wish for freedom to speak my mind, that is all. also feel free to interact if you agree/disagree or both !! i’m willing to hear anyone’s comments or thoughts or whatever !! i hope i’m talking to a brick wall here ahah)

bro brain poop rn

anyway

tl/dr: bro let neil top (not necessarily on top, but that works, too--either/or--or both, if y’all dare ;DD (kill me) (but like srsly) (let neil top) (plz) :))

(also somewhat off topic but might anyone have access to some fics in which consist of neil first getting andrew off ??? i randomly remember it from ms. sakavic’s extra content page and i would like to see what the fandom offers, if y’all don’t mind)

im so mean and insistent on my aftg-related opinions now that i think about it

whoops

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #338

“i can’t decide if you’re wearing me out, or wearing me well”

Are you a fan of techno? I've gotten more into it lately, actually. I've never minded it. Who’s your favorite horror movie villain/monster? Pyramid Head, though he's called Red Pyramid Thing in the movies. Do you have a favorite muscle car? Nah. I'm not big into cars. What would be a total deal-breaker for you, relationship-wise? You so much as lift your hand at me, bye, motherfucker. Would you consider yourself to be accepting of others? Yes, but not as much as I used to be. There are certain opinions I just don't tolerate in people anymore; I feel like by staying associated with people whose views invalidate or in any way harm others (racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.), you're on the side of evil as well, even if indirectly. However, I genuinely do feel I have a wide range of viewpoints I'm willing to accept in others, even if I don't agree with them. Are you flirtatious? No. I think I'm only capable of flirting with someone I'm already with and very comfortable around. I'd feel way too shy and awkward otherwise. Have you ever just felt "drawn" to someone, but you didn’t know why? "Didn't know why," no. I've felt drawn to people with good reason, like if I was romantically interested in them. Is there anyone you currently want to reach out to? There's a number, honestly. Especially with the aid of therapy, I'm being motivated to strengthen bonds with old friends and/or acquaintances via Facebook. Freddy or Jason? I think Jason is scarier. Freddy tends to come across as cheesy for me. Have stickers or gems on your cell phone? Nah. Ever teased your hair? Bitch I damn well tried in high school because I wanted the ~ l e g i t ~ emo hair, but mine was just too heavy to hold, at least with the hairspray my sister had. Have any friends with benefits? Nah, that's never been my thing. Ever lost of bunch of valuable information? Ummm I don't believe so. I've lost massive RP posts before, but I can't really call those "valuable information." What drinks or food make you hyper? None, really. Most expensive thing you ever bought? With my own money, my snake. She's a champagne morph ball python. What type of toothpaste do you use? Crest. How much time to spend putting on makeup daily? Zero. When listening to a song, what do you listen for (lyrics, bass, beat, ect)? The beat, more than anything else. What is the color of your toothbrush? It's a white electric one. What is your favorite color(s) of eye-makeup? Black. Just black. Are you sexually active? I'm not. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Are you attracted to several guys atm? I'm actually not attracted to any guys in my personal life atm. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Do you have an older sister? Excluding the one I don't know, I have three older sisters. Favorite song by Owl City? Probably "Hot Air Balloon," but I don't know many at all. What color is your mum’s car? White. Do you truly understand the (LDS) Mormon religion? I don't know what "LDS" means, but as my former best friend developed into a Mormon, I learned some stuff from her in her self-discovery. I don't remember a lot of it, not that I knew all that much in the first place. Where do you keep your kitty litter box? Ugh, Mom's unmovable about it being in my fucking room for some reason. And we have an extra goddamn room no one uses yet. Roman's shit STINKS, like we think something might actually be wrong, but nope, it has to stay in here. e_e It would literally inconvenience nobody if we moved it in the spare room. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? MUCH lighter. He's very tan. Do you like apricots? No. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? 100% body wash. Bar soap slips so easily, and as someone who lives with another person, I'm not rubbing my body with the same bar my mother uses, no offense to her. Sharing it's just gross. Where do you live (country or state)? Shitty 'ole North Carolina. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? I think we have a mix of them, actually. What is your favorite shade of yellow? I only like pastel yellow. Otherwise, it's one of my least favorite colors. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? Ehhh not really. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? God, can I please have a stable career by then. Who has the best decorated house in your town? I don't know. We live in a cul de sac community thing where it's just houses next to houses, so there's a lot to choose from. I don't pay attention to them. What is your favorite part of Halloween? The decorations. Do you feel a connection to the moon? "As above, so below," as the saying goes. What does your heart long for? Peace and contentness with myself. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year, I didn't. I do want to this year, though, if I can just think of a really good idea. I have to be motivated. What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? I'm not having kids, but I'll follow along, hypothetically. With how much joy Halloween brought me as a kid, I'd want to do SO much as a family with them. Homemade decorations, carving or painting pumpkins together, and hell yeah I'd be taking them trick-or-treating once I felt they were ready and they wanted to. I'd be one of those parents that probably spends too much on whatever costumes they want, haha... Oh, and then besides Halloween, I'd certainly rake leaf piles together for them to jump and play in. This question has brought to mind like ONE thing I could enjoy as a parent, haha. Have you ever seen a fox? I have; besides in a zoo setting, I've seen one or two in the wild run out of sight, and I also found one poor fellow as roadkill that had been disemboweled by I'm assuming vultures. With my whole roadkill photography thing, I literally almost kneeled into a strand of intestines I didn't see at first. :x What color are the squirrels where you live? We only have brown ones. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? lol no What do the trees look like where you live? Lots, and lots, and LOTS of pine trees... There are others, but I'm not well-informed on tree species and such. Oh, then of course there are dogwoods (our "state tree"), which are unmistakable because they smell like fucking manure. What is your dream vacation? Maybe the mountains on the western side of NC during the fall... ugh, that would be breathtaking. We actually have an abandoned The Wizard of Oz-themed park around there that allows tours at certain times of the year, and I'd love to visit and photograph there. As well, western NC has the zoo, which would be spectacular to visit with autumn weather and, once again, load up on photos. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I LOVED field trips. Do you find museums boring or interesting? Very interesting! Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all for that. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Historically, larger doses of Klonopin can knock me the fuck out. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, because I don't do baths. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? I'm going to guesstimate you mean less than 1M subs as "small," because I really don't know what you consider to fit that description. I watch a lot of people with less than 1M, so it's hard to say, but lately it's probably been a let's player John Wolfe. He's really funny. Then there's some tarantula YouTubers, along with the animal educator Emzotic... and really just many others. I think most of the people I watch actually have sub-1M, but more than 500k. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier is absolutely, positively #1. I also really enjoy Snake Discovery, GameGrumps, Jeffree Star (don't judge me ok, he's a fuckin hoot), and while I haven't watched them in years, Good Mythical Morning will ALWAYS be deeply, deeeeply embedded in my heart. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Ummm probably the Spice Girls? Have you ever used an outhouse? Ugh, yes, at old childhood sports games. What was the last good cause you donated towards? When I cut off like 8+ inches of hair to accomplish the style I have now, I donated it to Children With Hair Loss. My hair has always been mega-thick and healthy, so why in the world waste it? One of my most cherished items is the certificate I got in return many months later that my donation had been used. Have any of your exes gotten married or had kids since your breakup? I haven't had contact with Juan in many years, don't know what Tyler's up to either, and I haven't spoken to Jason since 2017, so. I'm very doubtful he's married or has kids yet, though, just knowing him and how "I need to be fully prepared for this" he is with big life stuff like that. Does it bother you when people get super emotional? Not at all. I'll do my all to comfort them. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? No. Do you get a lot of thunderstorms where you live? Depends on the time of year. Summertime? Brief but super intense thunderstorms every late afternoon. What was the last drive-thru you went through? Taco Bell w/ Mom. Do you know anyone who claims they can see/feel spirits or other supernatural ‘things?’ No. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression, and Mom is also convinced Dad has either depression masked as anger and/or bipolarity, but following the divorce, I don't see it in him at all. He's never seen a doctor in that field to be diagnosed with any mental illness. What fun things are there to do where you live? Jackshit. Do you know anyone with a really poorly-trained dog? Mother of fucking god, yes. My little sister lives with her best friend, and said friend has a colossal black lab named Hudson that is absolutely uncontrollable because she neglects the shit out of him. Won't listen to you even if it saved his life. He jumps on you, barks endlessly, and if he escapes the house? Good fucking luck getting him inside. She has absolutely no right to own a dog with how shitty of an owner she honestly is. When you were growing up, did your family rent or own your home? They owned it. The idiots who were moving in after us accidentally burnt the place to a fucking crisp, and my parents were SO not happy to lose that house because people were dumb enough to place boxes atop the goddamn stove. Do you do meal-prepping? No. Do you know anyone who got preggo less than a year into their relationship? Multiple people, not that that's my business. What did you dream about last night? I don't remember it clearly, other than I was with Jason and his mother was also present. What's the biggest age difference you've ever had in a relationship? That would have been with Juan, but I don't remember exactly how old he was. I just know I was a freshman and him a senior that got held back a year or so in HS. If you could save one animal from ever becoming extinct, what animal would you pick? Probably bees, given how vital they are. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. My maternal grandmother worked at Disney World. I can't remember what her position was, though. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? If I want a healthy snack, sometimes I'll have a scoop. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? They need to be loose. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? This big painting of meerkats grooming on burlap I did in high school. Do you always wear a bra? I question the self-love of anyone who can sleep with a bra on. ;__; Do you normally finish one book before starting another? Oh yes, I can't read more than one at a time. Do you prefer reading books, comic books, manga/graphic novels, magazines, or the newspaper? The normal book. Do you know how to play chess? I don't. Are you watching anything? No, but I do have Manson's "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" on in another tab. What is your blood type? A-. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it? Yes. Do you twitch when you're falling asleep? Dude, I more than "twitch." I can just suddenly spaz out and look like I'm seizing for a moment. Another side effect of my nightmare suppressant medication. Are any of your pets “overweight”? No. Has anyone ever bought you a ring? My mom has bought me a few, and Jason gave me one for one of our anniversaries. Where was the last place you took a bath/shower, other than your own house? My sister's place. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? Just how unique and happy that way she is. And her pretty much undying loyalty. Has someone ever taken a pic of you while you were making out with someone? No, considering I wouldn't go that far with someone unless we were alone. Had a crush on someone you thought shared your sexuality, turns out didn’t? Yes. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Does it gross you out if a guy has hair on his chest? I personally don't find an excess of it attractive, but it doesn't "gross me out." If they bathe themselves just like everyone else, why should it? Do you think sexuality is a choice or not? It is absolutely not a choice. If it was, I'd assume most people would choose to be straight, given phobias, hatecrimes, etc... I could write an essay on this. Do you like industrial piercings? Yeah. Do you think stretched ears are disgusting? "Disgusting" is, once again, the wrong word. Gauges don't really gross me out - hell, I want tiny ones -, but they can reach a size that, to me, is not visually appealing. Did you watch animated Barbie movies when you were little? I do remember loving Princess and the Pauper as well as the Rapunzel one; my sister was addicted to them. Oh yeah! Then there was the Swan Lake one that she adored, too. We usually watched movies together. Do you like fruit in your cereal? Big No. Do you like raw vegetables? Ugh, no. Do you listen to A Day to Remember? I do! They're on my list of faves. Do you like funnel cake? I actually don't. Have you ever been with someone while they were getting a tattoo? Yuh.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''third day of a seven day binge'' by marilyn manson

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pumpkinsandsuckers · 4 years

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Watermelon

AU where the only thing that happened was stopping the Heart of Etheria?

Princesses are still princesses, Catra loves parkour, and yeah, Adora might be able to crush a watermelon with her bare hands.

Catradora with hints of other ships

((I wrote this in a frenzy and don’t regret it at all))

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Fright Zone, Somewhere High Up, Thursday

“Right, you’re telling me she can crush a watermelon with her bare hands.” Catra scoffed, scratching her neck. God, why did she agree to a haircut? The chilly breeze sweeping past her now exposed neck was unnerving. She felt so vulnerable.

“I mean, well, it is a rumour.” Scorpia laughed, fumbling with the equipment. “Whoops.”

“Hey watch it!” Catra hissed as she dived forward, catching the camera. “Yeah, it better be just a rumour.”

“Great reflexes! As expected of Catra!” Entrapta bounced forward, propelled by her robotic hair. “Speaking of rumours, my friends from Bright Moon have been hearing stories about your hair!”

“What stories?” the black claws from Catra’s fingers extended, sharp and menacing.

“Oh, you know, the stories about your hair being so thick because it contained so many secrets.”

Catra’s eyes bulged. “WHAT?!”

“Yeah, and the other one about She-ra’s amazing physique. Have you heard? She can crush a watermelon with her bare hands? I’d love to see that! Collecting data from a being with that strength can help me with my research!”

“Alright, enough about Bright Moon. It’s a place for academic snobs and spoilt princesses.” Catra sighed as Scorpia shot her a look of disappointment. “Fine. Not you guys, alright.” Her frown turned into a slight smile, and she stretched. “You guys are fine. Now, let’s get this video done.”

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Bright Moon Keep, Friday

“Whoa, did you see what was posted on Super Pal Trio’s page?” Bow bounced up and down with excitement.

“Bow, not again. Those sort of people from the Fright Zone are dangerous! I can’t believe you’re following them.” Glimmer groaned, and looked at the girl behind her. “Fine, not all people from the Fright Zone are dangerous.”

“What sort of corny name is Super Pal Trio anyway?” Adora laughed. “That doesn’t seem like a name that would fit in the Fright Zone.”

“Oh, the Super Pal Trio is the best group! Second to us, anyway.” Bow’s eyes shone, and he swiped through his pad to show Glimmer and Adora the content pushed out by the independent group.

“Scorpia here is the muscle, but she also packs a powerful voice! She’s actually performed for many people!” Bow pointed to a video of a woman with an undercut, and-

“Really dangerous looking claws.” Glimmer muttered.

Bow glared at Glimmer, but continued. “And Entrapta! We’ve met her before she moved to the Fright Zone! Ah, what one will do for friendship and love. She’s a genius inventor, and right now, she’s working on developing prosthetic limbs! I wonder for whom though, she doesn’t have a strong interest in organic creatures.”

“Wow, that sounds impressive. I really should start using this… social media more.” Adora squinted. “It’s a trio, right?”

“Yeah! The last person is pretty famous in the Fright Zone! You may have heard of rumours of her too!”

“No, not really.” Glimmer and Adora replied in unison.

“Fine, your majesties.” Bow swiped, and let out an incredibly loud yelp. “She cut her hair?!?!”

“Who?!” Adora asked, and snatched the pad out of Bow’s hands.

The video was titled “Cat jumping dangerously”

“It seems that Glimmer is right.” Adora mumbled, and watched.

A brief shot of the skyline, familiar, bulky architecture with protruding pipes and pillars. The camera focused on a pair of legs, clad in black pants clinging to the skin. A black tail swished.

Adora bit back a gasp.

The video continued panning up, and right before it reached the upper back, the person took off running, sliding underneath a pillar, vaulting over short walls, and leaping from roof to roof. Adora focused on her so much, her face was inching closer to the pad.

And before she knew it, the figure turned around, having completed her run, and stuck her tongue out at the camera. A smirk, and the video ended.

“That’s..”

“She cut her hair!” Bow wailed.

“Well, she does look more adorable like this.” Glimmer commented. “Her long hair looked like a hazard in her past videos.”

Bow gasped. “No. Way. Glimmer! You had been watching their videos! Oh I knew it!”

“That’s Catra?!” Adora broke Bow’s celebration, and he stopped twirling Glimmer around.

“Yeah. The Parkour Cat!” Bow struck a pose, completely unrelated to parkour.

“She cut her hair!” Adora passed the pad back to Bow, and started to pace up and down.

“Yeah. Wait, do you know her?” Bow raised an eyebrow. This was unlike Adora. This was…

“Gay panic.” Glimmer sighed.

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Fright Zone, Monday

“So, who even is She-ra?” Catra asked Lonnie, trying to appear as intimidating as she could. She was utterly frustrated, and was going to figure it out by herself. Pictures had shown a blonde, tall, ridiculously good looking female dressed in an equally ridiculous outfit, and Catra would not tell anyone, but she found this ‘She-ra’ to be rather hot. And familiar looking.

“Uh, Catra, She-ra is a princess? She helped bring balance to the universe? Remember when Etheria was about to blow up because of some weird princess magic?”

Catra folded her arms. “Urgh, princesses.”

“Yeah! She-ra is the greatest princess! She is strong, beautiful, and really cool! Also, I’ve heard that she can crush a watermelon with her bare hands.”

“No one asked you, Kyle!” Catra shoved him - well, gentler than before, and stalked off. “What is with watermelons?!”

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Bright Moon Keep, Thursday

“Alright, I got us invitations for Entrapta’s and Scorpia’s party in the Fright Zone. I know what you’re thinking, it’s dangerous! Why should we go? But come on Glimmer, it’ll be so much fun!” Bow pleaded, almost on his knees as he clung onto Glimmer.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Really? You mean it?” Bow grinned, and threw Glimmer into the air. “Hooray!”

Glimmer teleported right beside him. “Yeah. We are princesses. We got the invites.”

“Wait what? So I had to help Mermista out for nothing? Argh!”

“I’m going too.” Adora stood up, looking at Glimmer. “You know what that means.”

“Ahhh!” Glimmer shrieked. “Makeover time!”

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Fright Zone, A Revamped Area, Saturday

“Oh, I really don’t know about this.” Scorpia whimpered, swinging her claws around.

“You’ll be great, I promise!”

Scorpia smiled at her communication pad. “Aww, thanks, Perfuma. I’m looking forward to seeing you later. Uh, and the rest too. Yeah.”

A light, airy laughter, and Perfuma concluded the call with an “I’m looking forward to seeing you too, Scorpia. Ok, bye!”

“What a dork.” Catra laughed, leaping from a pipe, landing perfectly on her feet. “But I guess I’m kinda… happy for you.”

“Oh, Kittycat!” Scorpia laughed, lunging forward to smother Catra in a vice-like hug. “I knew you cared for me.”

“Alright, alright! Watch the hair! It’s hard to work with short hair!” Catra wriggled out of the hug, straightening her clothes. A red top, black formal pants, ripped at the knees, and a black blazer slung around her shoulders.

“Looking good, Catra!” Entrapta yelled from her corner, still tinkering with some bots.

“I always do.” Catra smirked, and pushed Scorpia out of the room. “Now then, we have your debut party to attend. Entrapta, if you come out now, I’ll get you a whole room for bots.”

“Alright! Bots!”

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Fright Zone, Party Venue, Main hall

“Oh man, I knew the Fright Zone underwent some changes, but this is great!” Bow’s eyes sparkled. “I’m going to find Entrapta to ask her about some tech stuff! Whoo!”

“I’m going with him.” Glimmer shimmered, and disappeared.

“Haha. Cool, I guess it’s just me.” Adora laughed, and received a reassuring pat on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Adora, I am here with you too.” Perfuma smiled. “Frosta and Mermista have decided to explore the intricate network in the Fright Zone, but I’ll be here with you.”

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the stage.

“Er, hi, I’m Scorpia. Some of you guys may know me, and this is my first party as a princess.” She looked around the room. The lights were too bright, and she couldn’t make out anyone. “Oh boy. Er, I’m going to sing, so yeah. I’d love for my friends to be here to hear me so yeah.”

“Hit it!” Catra yelled from behind the curtains.

“Catra?” Adora frowned, and broke away from Perfuma, who was too distracted to notice anything other than Scorpia’s stage presence.

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Fright Zone, Party Venue, Shadow Weaver’s Daisy Garden.

Running away into the open was a mistake. Here, she was very obvious, and soon enough, she had drawn a crowd of familiar faces.

“It’s the She-ra!” “She-ra!” “The She-ra!” “Sign my arm!” “No, sign my shirt!” “Sign my watermelons!”

“Wow, haha, that’s really kind of all of you.” Adora chuckled, eyes darting around to find an alternative route. “Welp, out of luck.”

“Hey, what’s going on here?!” A loud, slightly angry voice rang out, and the crowd quietened. “There better not be any damage to the plants here!” A figure leapt from the balcony above, onto the soft grass.

“But you just stomped on that flower.”

Catra glared at the bold creature who said that, and he yelped, taking off. A few others followed suit.

“Catra!” The rest yelled, and took out their markers again. “Sign my arm!” “Sign my head!” “Sign my watermelons!!”

“What is with watermelons?!” Catra hissed loudly, before spotting the initial cause of the commotion. “Adora?”

She jumped over the crowd rushing towards her, stepping on a particularly tall reptilian as a stepping stone, before somersaulting and landing on the ground.

“Catra stepped on me! My life is complete!”

“Urgh, gross.” Catra ran towards the familiar blonde. “Hey Adora.”

“Catra?”

“You’re She-ra? Huh. I’d love to chat, but we should run. I hope you’re not that much heavier.” Catra hoisted Adora onto her arms, bridal-style, nearly heaving from the weight. “Okay nope, but this will do. I don’t think you can run in your dress.”

“Oh, I can’t, but She-ra can.” Adora grinned, and Catra dropped her.

“No, I don’t want any magical princess-”

“For the honour of Grayskull!”

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Fright Zone, Now-cleaner Sewers

Mermista paused, looking at an equally concerned Frosta.

“I don’t know why, but I think something reckless has happened.” Frosta folded her arms. “And I wasn’t part of it?!”

“I guess Adora became She-ra. Urgh, why.”

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Fright Zone, Somewhere High Up

“Adora! Put! Me! Down!” Catra shrieked, her claws betraying her as she dug into She-ra’s arms, their positions now reversed.

“Ow, Catra!” She-ra landed on a roof, and dissipated, leaving Adora, hair unravelling from her ponytails, cheeks flushed, and straddled by Catra.

They stared at each other, taking in the physical changes, the softness of faces now replaces with a rugged toughness. And yet, they will still soft, so beautiful in each others’ eyes. Catra had to drag her eyes away from Adora’s chest, in particular. Adora wasn’t doing any better with Catra’s unbuttoned shirt. But that moment passed, and they were gazing at each other tenderly.

“Hey, Adora.” Catra smiled. “There’s a lot I want to ask you, but right now. I really missed you.” She leaned down, tucking her chin into the gap between Adora’s shoulder and neck. “I missed you.” She took a deep breath, and felt Adora return the gesture.

“I missed you too.” Adora held their pose for some time, before Catra sprang up, embarrassed by her affectionate actions.

“Urgh.” Catra sat up, pulling Adora up as well.

“Heh, never knew you were so honest with your feelings.” Adora teased, smiling.

“Yeah, emotions are a thing I’m working on.” Catra smiled, scratching her bare neck again.

“I never knew you were a star! Parkour Cat, huh?”

“For the record, I did not choose that name. And you! You were a princess? You’re… She-ra?!”

“I am. I’m sorry, I left without saying anything. It was just… I finally found out who I really was, and I had to go on a quest and everything was happening so quickly-” She inhaled, missing Catra’s scent already. “I didn’t get to say so many things.”

“You know, I was really mad at the start. I took it out on so many people, until I was alone. Then I learnt to rebuild myself, my friendships, and well,” Catra leaned forward, tucking a stray strand behind Adora’s ear. “I wanted to be a better person for someone I cared about.”

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Adora sighed, leaning into Catra’s palm.

“Me neither.” Catra cupped Adora’s face. “I love you. I always did.”

“I love you too, Catra.” Adora pressed their foreheads together again.

“You’re such an idiot.”

…

“By the way, Adora, can you really crush a watermelon with your bare hands?”

“Er, sure, as She-ra.”

“Man, that’s really hot.”

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#SPOP #catradora #souhiwrites #catra #adora #fics

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victorie552onepiecespeedrun · 4 years

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Reading One Piece pt 186: Everyone Crashes Barbeque Party

Chapter 433

Thoughts:

- Fpos/cs: “Someone’s in the hole” True, and they appear to be unconscious

- “You’re my grandson! That’s why I won’t capture you! That’s what I’ll write on my report! Stay as long as you want!” “Let’s just write they got away.” Grandpa Garp really is something else :D

- “I’m leaving” “Ok, bye” :D

- YOU HURT YOUR GRANDPA’S FEELINGS LUFFY :D

- Yeah, they’re very much related, Nami

- Ok, so there’s only Coby and Helmeppo now. Luffy went to talk with them but Zoro didn’t. You could interact with people sometimes, Zoro

- Straw Hats really went and took a break :) They need it

- Some of marines warships can cross the Calm Belt, huh (Luffy asked Coby how they got to the Grand Line if not by Reverse Mountain)

- Kairouseki again. It’s like a magic stone I swear. Stops DF users, makes ships invisible to monsters, what next

- Also, Nami is totally spying at them

- Dr. Vegapunk? Will it be relevant?

- They’re happy :D

- “Luffy-san! Do you know what the latter half of this Grand Line is called? People know the last part of the sea that goes beyond the Red Line by the name:…” ?

- “…The “New World”” !!!

- I heard it before! So that’s what that means!

- “A sea where people who will begin the next generation gather! Whoever conquers this sea will become the Pirate King! Luffy! Let’s meet again over there!” !!! This is great!

- “…and I will be Admiral!” you go Coby, dream big!

- Aww, he got embarrassed :D

- Luffy believes in him of course

- “Are you still a crybaby, Coby?” Yes, he is

- “Luffy, did you just… create another great enemy?” “Coby’s a man of his word. I know it.” They seem pretty happy about it. They’re weird guys like that

- Feeding time! And Sogeking is here!

- Ok, is it a chapter where Usopp Situation is finally resolved or what

- (I can’t believe Galley-ga Company has swimming pool just for its employees. Talk about perks)

- Ok, literary everyone crashed on Straw Hats barbeque party right now. Frankies, Galley-ga, Iceberg, giants, horses, Franky, you name it

- “IT’S A FEAST!”

- I love post-adventure parties, they’re the best

- !!!!

- Aokiji is here! What does he wants from Robin

- “Why didn’t you run away?” “I changed” she did, she’s not alone anymore

- “The giant who fought for Ohara 20 years ago… Saul… we were… very good friends.” Oh?

- “It was my duty to observe what you do with your life…” I wanted to be proud of you right now, Aokiji, but I just realized that if you were taking care of Robin, you could secretly take her in, not leave her for 20 years to fend for herself

- Oh, it’s an confession

- “I decided that I could no longer leave a ticking bomb like you roam free” SHE WAS 8!!! NOT YOU TOO, AOKIJI

- “One who hasn’t found a place to harbour herself… and is still wandering around even after 20 years” and whose fault is that? Ok, let bygones be bygones, I’m letting it go

- “Most of all… I thought you just wanted to die… I… I intended to but everything about Ohara to an end this time.” …alright, at least you’re honest

- “Of course I never expected CP9 to fall…” haha

- “…Did you finally find a place to harbour herself?” “…Yes”

- “Then live your life to the fullest… Ohara… hasn’t fallen yet.”

- And he vanishes. That was emotional

- (I like Aokiji, flaws and all)

- (we do see Aokiji one last time. He stole food from the feast :D Bicycle away, Admiral)

- PLOT TIME

- We’re in Holyland! Government got an emergency on their hands

- Grand Line! Apparently Shanks contacted Whitebeard! That’s good!

- WHITEBEARD

Another chapter filled with wonders :D

rOP 185 rOP 187

#one piece speed read #my laptop went and shut down yesterday #I think I need a new one #Aokiji stole the show in this one #but the real hero of the chapter is Sanji's food #everybody gets some #and I mean Everybody #we should get pirate poitics next from the look of it #can't wait #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 186

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soranihimawari · 4 years

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Hi Scores & Taiyaki

Welcome back to part 3 of the Kuroo x 1st person fic. This will be the last installment for now unless I decide to use Social Dummy again to continue the character’s relationship. But first things first, thanks for reading this and major shoutouts to @vbcshenaningansnwritings for reblogging my stories & @kaidasen for encouraging me to post these drabbles/drafts/fics. ::hugs to you::

Taglist: still open

The weeklong camp had come to an end before it had begun. I had a lot of fun hanging out with the girls during the end of camp barbecue. There were a few instances where I had to chase after Bokuto to remind him to not steal so much food from the different grills, but he just laughed it off before running away with a plate full of food for Akaashi. Kuroo on the other hand, was busy keeping track of his protoges, Kenma and Tsukishima (another tall middle blocker from Karasuno) by also doing the same thing. There was a moment before the visiting teams started to pack their belongings where Kenma tugged on my sleeve to pull me aside causing my conversation with the female managers to be cut short. (We had already traded contact info during the many nights we stayed up exchanging stories of their teams antics, so we all decided to text each other later).

“Everything ok Kenma?” I asked when we stopped walking. There was a safe distance between the side of the building where we stood and the other members of the teams.

“Kuroo seems to really like you,” he said in a low tone. I nodded as I kicked the invisible pile of dust on the concrete floor. His console was tucked away in his track jacket pocket, but he continued to play a different game on his phone.

“I have a feeling that I already know,” I replied with a smirk.

“Good. Because I couldn’t get him to shut up about you after you helped Lev out the other day.”

A chortle escaped my lips, “I see. Well, if that’s all you wanted to tell me, then I guess we could head back. C’mon, Karasuno is about to leave now too. Let’s say bye to Shoyo & Tsukki.”

It seemed as though everyone had begun saying their farewells by the time we returned.

***

Summer vacation quickly ended for me as soon as it had begun. Classes were starting again the following day, so naturally by the time I had arrived back home, I greeted my parents before calling my close friend, Riza.

“Kenma confirmed to me that Kuroo does like me and we may or may not have spent more time alone after lights out,” I explained collapsing on my mattress.

“Oh ho ho,” Riza chuckled on her end of the line. “So, the tom cat finally came around to liking you? That’s terrific. All of his fans are going to be heart broken when you guys go out on your date next Saturday.”

“I know. I am not looking forward to receiving those glares from his exes though.”

“Meh, you’ll be fine. They were the ones who let him go with the exception of Angela though. Those two always fought, but I am glad you two never really fought. Well, maybe except in trig when you both arrived at different limit answers, haha.”

“Of course you’d remember how well he took being wrong, Riz.”

“Mmhm. I gotta back my friend up whenever he assumes he is the smartest in the room. Anyways, I’m gonna go prepare for bed. See you in class tomorrow.”

“Okidokie. Meet at the convenience store at seven?”

“I’ll be there. Later Kat.”

***

The days seemed to have blurred together, but with both Kuroo and I heavily invested in our separate clubs outside of school hours, we barely had any time to discuss finalizing our plans for our arcade date. On Friday night before our date, I received a call from him. He seemed a bit stressed out, more so than usual, but that was to be expected since the team had a qualifying match scheduled in a few days time.

“Coach is making us have an extra practice on Wednesday and that’s when this chem lab is due. There’s also this make up test I have to do for history and I’m falling behind in trig since I can’t really find the time for homework. Kat, I don’t know what to do.”

I was seated at my desk in front of my computer screen in the middle of typing an essay for English class. It was a three to five page paper discussing the themes of Westernized fairy tales which I stopped writing because clearly, Kuroo needed someone to snap him back into focus.

“Take a deep breath first,” I heard him inhale and upon his exhale, I continued. “Good. Now, listen to me carefully Tetsuro: meet me in the library after class on Monday. Bring all your materials for the classes you fell behind on. I’ll make copy of my notes and bring a pen to correct your mistakes on the trig quizzes since you got an 80% last time.”

“Our second date is a study date, huh?”

I chuckled. “It can be. Let’s survive the first one, yeah? The forecast called for rain tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully we won’t get caught in it on the way back.”

***

I arrived first to the arcade around 17:50. I was dressed in the best casual attire I could think of: navy wide leg pants, a white dress shirt paired underneath with a lemon yellow camisole. My shoes were black rain boots and my hair was left down. Kuroo came a few minutes later dressed in an all black street ensemble attire that made me think I was a bit out of his league (more so than before).

“You did not have to come here looking like an idol star,” I teased when he reached out to hold my hand.

“And you didn’t have to either,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go inside to play Street Fighter II again, yeah?” I nodded.

A few hours passed us by as we kept reloading the game cards playing different arcade games ranging from fighting games, TETRIS, and music games (like JuBEAT FESTO). Kuroo’s cat like smile made me more competitive when he failed the last song of JuBeat.

“Move aside, lemme see if I can beat your score sir,” I mused. I swiped my card and selected my first song and the speed. The tiles began to glow with the first few notes coming from the machine. There were a lot of encouraging words coming through the screen: “Combo!” “Perfect” “100 note streak!”

“By the time my round ended, the title card illuminated with a new hi-score slot waiting for my initials to be put in.

“If I wanted to date Kenma, I would have just taken him here,” Kuroo muttered under his breath. “Well, you win. I bow down to you, Kat-chan. Queen of JuBEAT FESTO.”

“You don’t have to, but maybe we should go? It’s almost 20:30 and I don’t want to stay out too late. Let’s go grab a bite to eat, yeah?”

There were a few food cart vendors located down the street from the arcade. Their carts were lined up against the entrance way of an old park where there once was a sunflower field. Years of urbanization caused the flowers to no longer be planted, but in their stead, a field of peonies were grown. I took a seat on one of the benches facing the flowers. A warm smile graced my lips as I leaned down to pluck one off the field.

“Such a pretty flower for a pretty date,” Kuroo’s voice made me yelp in surprise. He cackled as he extended one of the taiyaki he bought toward me. “Here, I got you a taiyaki.” I took one of the fish shaped pastries an thanked him. We raised our fishes to each other and began to munch on them; we sat there for about half an hour making the time pass by playing a question game with each other.

“Your turn,” I reminded Kuroo with a nudge of my elbow. “Ask me anything you like.”

“Alright,” Kuroo replied. “Hmm...I got it! Kat, how many dates do we have to go on before I ask you to be my girlfriend?”

I leaned forward and folded my arms over my thighs, a hum drawn out into the air. I made direct eye contact with the peonies, the one I plucked remained on the bench. He had a puzzled emotion worn on his face.

“As many as it takes for me to believe you actually like me. Kuroo,” I swallowed thickly. “You’re someone who would break up with a girl over the fact that they bore you or that they didn’t understand your commitment to your team as captain. It’s going to take some time for me to believe your emotions toward me are genuine. Sure, we had fun at training camp, but I need you think this through. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

At this point, Kuroo stood up and immediately crouched down in front of me. The summer breeze made his hair dance in the wind along with the blooms behind him.

“I’m sure,” he replied. A hand of his combed a few pieces of my hair behind my ear; he grabbed the plucked peony blossom and placed it behind my exposed ear. “See? You do look more glamorous with it in your hair. C’mon, I suppose it’s time for me to walk you home.”

He pulled me up off the bench and placed a light kiss atop the crown of my head.

We arrived at the fork in the sidewalk where we would have originally had split up before, but instead Kuroo escorted me to the front courtyard of my apartment complex building. He held my hand the entire walk over, telling me more stories of his childhood with Kenma up until the time Kenma turned twelve and they climbed a tree to rescue a kitten.

“And that’s how Kenma had his first pet,” Kuroo said, a triumphant smile over his face.

“So it seems,” I replied, a shortened giggle fell out of my mouth. He raised my hand to his lips, thanking me for a wonderful outing. His thumb traced over my knuckles lightly. I removed the flower from behind my ear before offering it to him. He pushed it back toward me before he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“Keep it, sweetheart,” his voice told me. He leaned down again and kissed me, slowly to quiet my irrational fears of not being wanted by him. One kiss was all it took for both of us to come to terms with our outlook on each other. My eyes fluttered open, my hand still wrapped around the peony’s stem. He kissed my cheek when I wasn’t looking directly at him.

“Go on upstairs. I’ll leave after you go,” he told me in an hazy tone. He squeezed my hand gently.

“Thank you for today,” I began as I turned around to open the door of the lobby. “See ya at school next week.”

***

About a month and half after our first date, Kuroo and I found ourselves curled up on the couch in his living room with a Ghibli film playing in the background. His arm was resting comfortably against my waist, drawing small circles on my skin. I turned my eyes away from the tv to look up at him before I decided I was done watching the film. I committed the minute details of his face to memory.

He cocked his head to the side with a curious brow lifted toward me right up until the moment I initiated a kiss. Kuroo did not object to this sign of affection pouring from me. His hand moved away from my waist to my back, then I felt his arms loop behind me to pull me over his lap. I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist as my hands made their way on to the fabric of his shirt prior to me holding on to it for balance as he began to work on deepening our kiss. I found myself smiling into every kiss he gave me, stealing every ounce of air he had inside his lungs. He rested his head against the crook of my neck, his breathing uneven.

“Three years of wondering what it would feel like to have you alone like this,” his voice reverberated gently against my skin causing a blush to dance across my face. Slowly, I felt his lips imprint open mouthed kisses up the side of my neck. He was gentle with me at first, much like the first person to kiss me like this. My breath was caught in my throat and it seemed he didn’t care as a whimper escaped my lips in anticipation not knowing where his lips were headed to next. Damn this boy, my inner thoughts cursed at him.

Each kiss gained momentum the closer his lips grazed against my own. In the past couple of dates that we had had, I mentioned off hand to Kuroo that if he were to kiss my neck, even playfully, I’d crumble beneath his touch. Smooth ass mother fucker, I thought.

“Shh...” I hushed him within a few seconds when I felt his one of his hands disappear under the back of my shirt and the other stabilized the back of my neck. I’d like to think he counted how many layers of clothing there was between us, but his coarse hands roamed my body curious to know how soft my skin was.

He pushed me forward, causing me to crash on to his demanding lips again; his hands were wrapped around my waist and mine laced lightly around the back of his neck, giving me more support to push myself into him more. His mouth was compressed against mine, yet this kiss remained as light as we had intended it to be. We sat like this for a few moments before our lips began to move rhythmically over the other, the pace being set by him.

I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go of him. There was an overwhelming feeling of mutual relief toward each other finally seeing what we could be. Relief raced out of hearts for a moment only to be replaced with this sense of combined eccentric panic, and lust. More, I thought. I need more of this kind of physical affection.

Kuroo’s hand on the small of my back travelled higher in an attempt to pull my shirt over my head, to which I shook my head in agreement.

“It’s too hot,” I said, lifting the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Kuroo’s eyed my exposed top half through running his hands up my sides. My chest rose and fell with every touch his grazed my skin.

“I concur,” he said. I shrugged before I leaned down, hands pressing his shoulders back on to the back of the couch. From there, I began my barrage of open mouthed kisses down his neck, leaving bite marks behind his ear. Hearing him hiss an exasperated sigh when he pulled me toward him causing me to stop.

My hair hung over my shoulders as Kuroo tilted his head up again to press his forehead against mine. He and I exchanged a few words making sure the other was doing ok; most of our replies were done in a hummed tone of the “yes,” variety.

Our heart rates needed to return to a normal pace prior to us continuing where we had left off. Kuroo’s playful shine in his eyes and smirk told me everything I wanted to know. I caressed his cheek when I pulled away, the inside of my palm warm from his flushed face.

“Kat,” he breathed my name so effortlessly it caused me to stop stroking the side of his face.

“Hmm?” my vocal chords vibrates at the sound of my name. “What is it?”

Suddenly, I took note of how Kuroo’s eyes were trying to refocus themselves on my face; pupils dilated meaning he felt the rush of serotonin enter his system. He shifted his weight underneath me and whispered something along the lines of “you’re staying over tonight,” in my ear to which I nodded. I didn’t have time to wait since I felt him stand up with his hands under my thighs.

“W-woah!” I said, stifling a laugh when I moved my arms around his neck for balance. “Where are you taking me?” As if I didn’t already know the answer. I arched my eyebrow up at him with a teasing expression.

“My room,” Kuroo answered, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “To continue where we left off kitten.”

#haikyu!! fiction #kuroo x 1st person pov #part 3 of 3 #another miniseries is done!

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The Pleasants

To the Pleasants! I was gonna save this as a draft and post it next week, but Tumblr’s started eating them again and this is the third time I’ve written it up, so lucky you, you get to read it early. And you can find the 2012 round one here if you’re interested.

That’s very sweet, Daniel, but it’s not happening. A platinum old age death is basically winning the death lottery.

Daniel: Then I wanna do something else to cheer myself up.

Mary-Sue: Works for me!

Angela: This is exactly how I wanted to start my week. Yeah, and I didn’t wanna type this out three times, and yet, here we are.

Angela: This is more like it.

Gigi: *instantly dies of spite*

Mary-Sue: Let’s talk about crystal balls.

Townie: Scuse me, coming through!

Mary-Sue: Don’t look at my knees.

Angela was supposed to come along on the Downtown outing, but she decided to stay at home and do her homework instead. So I decided to sent Daniel and Mary-Sue out on a more grown-up trip.

Daniel: Can we have a couple of cups of coffee please?

Malcolm: So the political situation in Veronaville is quite tense, isn’t it? Mary-Sue: Yeahhhhh this is all getting a bit heavy. Me and my husband are going to find somewhere more... atmospheric.

To the Lost In Love Hedge Maze! How’s that for atmospheric? Townie: Speaking of atmosphere, I’m not sure we should be out in this weather. Mary-Sue: Why’s that?

DOUBLE LIGHTNING STRIKE C-C-C-COMBO!!! Townie: That’s why.

Townie: Haha!

Really? You’re going in again? Mary-Sue: They say lightning doesn’t strike twice. It... literally just struck twice at once. Mary-Sue: I’ll risk- OH MY GOD IS THAT TV STAR ROBERT KIM!?

Mary-Sue: Hi, I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan, Mr Kim. Great show. Huge fan. Robert: Uh, thanks.

Mary-Sue: I love him.

And then she burned her food so badly, all her hair burned off.

Angela: Wheeeee levitation! You can’t sleep there, your parents are about to use it.

Daniel and Mary-Sue: Damn right we are!

Angela: Oh shit oh shit they’re IN MY HAIR!

Out to the park, and yay, my swimable lake works!

Dustin: You can’t eat hotdogs forever, asshole.

Daniel: Ow.

Daniel: Can’t attack a man playing chess.

Congrats Angela!

Is it really that bad? Daniel: Yes.

Mary-Sue to the rescue!

Daniel: Happy wife, happy life! Yeah, and all you had to do was stay faithful. Mary-Sue: What was that? Daniel: Nothing!

Angela: Pretty stars tonight.

Angela: Didn’t need to see that though.

Oh yay, Angela gets her last day off school! What are you gonna do with it, Angela?

Angela: Set fire to the kitchen. Sounds fun! Enjoy! I’m gonna let your dad go tinkering.

Daniel: Really hope this doesn’t kill me.

And then Angela spends her afternoon hanging out with friends.

Dustin: Just watching my girlfriend play Punch-U with some other guy, this is fine.

Angela: I’d love to go on a cruise. Tara: Maybe in Sims 5.

More of this.

Angela: And that’s me off to college. Mary-Sue and Daniel: Bye! Don’t forget to visit!

But first, they get a couple of other visitors.

Coral: This is very nice, dear.

John: You should try eggs next.

John: So... while I’m here, how about one of those athletic massages? Daniel: Weird request, but OK.

John: Mmm, your hands feel soooo- OK! This is creepy (and 100% autonomous!) so I’m gonna go check on Mary-Sue now.

Mary-Sue: Just keep swimming.

Gardeners: We’re just taking a break. ...An all day break, huh?

And then Daniel reached his LTW!

Daniel: Are these my reward? No! Dismiss them before they take over the house!

Daniel: So how does it feel to be married to a Hall Of Famer? Mary-Sue: Not as good as woohooing one. Daniel: I can take a hint. Mary-Sue: Ley’s take it to a community lot.

Daniel: The coast is clear. Yeah, I cropped out the audience.

Couldn’t crop them out of this one where you were checking for pubes in your teeth though.

OK these two are really making the most of having the house to themselves.

But Mary-Sue has to go to work, so I sent Daniel out on the town.

Where he runs into his little sister. Jennifer: Daniel! Heard you became a Hall Of Famer, congratulations!

Daniel: *poses*

But Daniel’s growing up in a day, so it’s time for a family get-together!

Mary-Sue: Here’s some stuff from your grandmother. Lilith: Oh! Thanks.

Mary-Sue: And stuff for you too. Angela: Just what I need for university!

Big family dinner.

And then it’s time for Daniel- Daniel: Nope. CC cake. I’m staying an adult. Oh. Uh, well, OK, enjoy the cake, I suppose.

Lilith: She really thinks we’re gonna get cruises in Sims 5!? We’ll be lucky if we even get cars!

So. Daniel’s last day of adulthood, and I let him play on the shooting range in Veronaville.

Daniel: Just something for home protection. Y’know, if teenage boys come over to steal the paper and kick over the bin. I mean, I could get roach flu, it’s basically an assassination attempt.

Really? Again? Once wasn’t enough?

Samantha: Oooh, hello handsome!

Daniel: But will I still be handsome when I’m old and grey?

Tara: Have you tried hitting the balls with a tennis racket? Daniel: No, because I’m not an idiot.

Daniel: Can I get a burger please? Before I become an elder? Waitress: The service isn’t that slow.

Finally the time arrives. I couldn’t be bothered inviting the family over again, so Sophia Jocque is the only witness.

Daniel: Oh, OK, this isn’t so bad after all. Daniel: And now, to check if everything still works.

Daniel: Is... is she gonna stay here? Mary-Sue: Don’t care, got a promotion.

Daniel: Well, in that case!

Sophia: I’ve gone blind.

And the week ends with Daniel giving Sophia a little advice. Daniel: I couldn’t help overhearing you. Have you considered getting your eyes tested? I hear Barnard Castle is pretty good.

UBERHOOD INDEX

#sims 2 #premades #Uberhood #pleasant

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Comment down below if you would prefer to see Wolfstar or Sirius x Marlene in this fan fic. Hope you enjoy this chapter! xoxo

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CHAPTER FOUR: She’s Perfect

James’ POV:

I was sat on the couch in my new head common room, working on my Charms essay. It was quiet, until Lily came in. She walked into the common room, her beautiful, perfect red hair flowing over her shoulders, her amazing emerald eyes shining in the light.

“Hi.” I said smiling.

“Hello, James.” Lily replied, seductively, “I have something to tell you.”

“Ok. What is it?” I asked, as I sat up. She walked over to me and stood right in front of me, looking down at my face.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a while now, I just didn't know how to tell you.” She informed me.

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Really! I want to be with you for the rest of my life, James Potter!” She said before leaning down and kissing me.

It felt like heaven. I never wanted to let go of her. Her soft lips touching mine. Her hands in my hair. I never wanted it to be over.

“Prongs?” I heard a voice say.

“James!”

“James! Would you stop making out with your pillow and get up?” I knew that voice. It was Sirius. Of course Sirius had to wake me from this amazing dream. This amazing dream where I was finally with Lily.

“What do you want?” I groaned, in my sleepy voice.

“Wake up! You were supposed to meet us for breakfast half an hour ago!” Sirius replied.

“Go away!” I said, throwing a pillow at him.

“Stop dreaming about Lily and get downstairs! We’re waiting for you.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“We were gonna plan the first prank of the year, remember? We’ve already had two days of classes and no pranks! We need to do something big! And the weekend is the perfect time to figure it out.”

“Oh, fine! I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ok. Make sure to give your pillow a kiss goodbye for me.” Sirius teased, before walking out of the room.

I got out of bed and got dressed before walking downstairs to join the boys. I was quite sad I overslept. The past two days of being back I had gotten to see sleepy Lily. Not that I hadn't seen her sleepy before. But this time it was right after she woke up. She had bed head and she was still in her cute little bunny pyjamas. She looked adorable. Of course there was also the grumpiness. Lily is definitely not a morning person. She can be quite irritable in the mornings. But she still looked adorable.

“Hey guys.” I said, as I walked over to the boys and sat on the couch.

“Hi.” Peter replied.

“So, you had another dream about Lily?” Remus asked, smirking.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“You’ve got to get over her, mate!” Sirius said.

“It’s not that simple.” I replied, running my hand through my hair.

“Well, you’ve got to at least stop kissing your pillow. It’s just sad.” Sirius said.

“Haha!” I said, sarcastically.

“Maybe if you dated another girl you’d forget about Lily.” Remus suggested.

“Moony, that's a brilliant idea!” Sirius said, patting Remus on the back.

“I guess. But who?” I asked.

“Anyone. Prongs, any girl at this school would love to go out with you!” Remus said.

“Yeah, but, I don't really want to go out with any of them.” I replied.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because none of them are-”

“None of them are Lily. Yeah, yeah, we know.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but no girl compares to Lily! She’s perfect!” I said.

“There are other girls, James. Maybe if you start dating, you’ll find another girl who you think is perfect.” Remus replied.

“No girl is as perfect as Lily.” I said, with a sad smile.

“Maybe not. But, Prongs, you can’t stay hung up on her forever!” Sirius said.

“I know, I know. If only she would like me back!” I replied.

“I think you’ve done all you can do, mate.” Sirius said.

“That’s not true! C’mon, you cant give up! You’re James bloody Potter! You can do anything!” Peter said.

“I don't know, Pete. Maybe I should just give up on Lily.” I replied, sadly.

“No! You cant give up! I’m rooting for Lames!” Peter yelled.

“Lames?” I asked.

“Yeah, Lames.” Peter said, casually.

“What the bloody hell is Lames?” I asked him.

“It’s Lily and James put together. Lames!” Sirius explained.

“They made that up years ago!” Remus said, going back to his book.

“Lames? Lames. Wouldn't Jily be much better?” I said.

“No way! Lames for the win!” Peter yelled.

“Lames? What's that?” Marlene asked, as her, Alice, Hestia, and Lily walked in.

“Uhhh” Peter looked over at me, panicked.

“It’s a muggle term. Peter learned it in Muggle studies yesterday!” I said, quickly.

“A muggle term? Lames is not a muggle term.” Lily laughed.

“Oh, uhh. Maybe I misheard what Professor Burbage said.” Peter replied.

“Yeah, probably.” Lily laughed again. Her laugh was so cute. It always made me smile, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

Marlene, Hestia, Alice, and Lily walked over and joined us on the couches. We sat around and talked for a while before Alice pulled out her Potions homework and started working on it with Remus. Soon enough, everyone was working on their homework.

“James, do you want to get started on the prefects schedule?” Lily asked me, about an hour after they joined us.

“Oh, sure.” I replied. Lily got up to grab the list of prefects and a piece of parchment from her desk. When she returned she sat next to me rather than across from me like she was before.

Now that she was next to me her perfect scent was all around me. She smelt of strawberries and cinnamon. My favourite smell, by far.

“So, I’m thinking that we take rounds on Wednesdays. Then the weekends would be free for studying and Quidditch. I think that we should make sure any prefects that are on a Quidditch team, have the weekends off.” Lily suggested.

“Hmm? Oh, uhh, yeah, sounds good.” I replied. Truth is, I didn't hear a word she said. I was trying to listen, but she was so close to me. Our legs were touching. Her scent was all around me. Her perfect lips, were too distracting.

“James, are you even listening?” Lily asked, annoyed.

“What? Yes, of course I am!” I said, running my hand through my hair.

“What day are we doing rounds on, then?” She asked me. She had that look on her face like ‘I'm about to prove you wrong’.

“Umm, Saturdays?” I asked, hopefully. She sighed and I heard Sirius try to cover a laugh with a cough from behind me.

“James! You have to pay attention! We’re supposed to be making this schedule together!” She said, putting enthesis on ‘together’.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention now.” I said.

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Lily’s POV:

“Ok, so the fifth year Ravenclaws want to do rounds together.” James stated, reading off the list to me.

“Ok, got that. We’ll put them in the early evening, every other Sunday.” I said, as I wrote it down on the schedule.

“We’re gonna have to make a group of thee, unless someone does rounds alone. There’s an uneven number since I wasn't a prefect.” James said.

“Oh c’mon, James! Why do you have to screw everything up!” Hestia teased. James laughed.

“We’ll just have to make a group of three then. It’s not safe to do rounds alone.” I said as I continued writing stuff on the schedule.

“Ok.” James said. I could hear in his voice he wasn't fully paying attention. He had zoned out three more times since we started working on the schedule. It was really getting on my nerves.

“Remus, is there any day you’d prefer to do rounds on?” I asked.

“No, any days fine.” Remus said, smiling.

“Ok, I’ll put you on the evening shift every other Tuesday. James, who did we decide Remus was doing rounds with?” I asked.

James didn't answer. He must have zoned out again.

“James!” I said, turning to look at him. When I looked at him, I saw that he was already looking at me.

“Hmm, what?” He said, with wide eyes.

“Why cant you focus? We could have been done this by now if you just payed attention!” I said, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Lily. I just keep getting distracted.” James said.

“By what?” I asked, getting more annoyed by the second.

“You.” He said smirking, “You look really adorable when you’re focused.” I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think of a witty comeback. I always had a witty comeback! I could hear the girls giggling from the other side of the coffee table. I could feel my face warming up. Why was it doing that?

Oh my god! I’m blushing! I have never, once in my life blushed at anything James Potter has said to me! What was happening?

I didn't know what to say. So I just looked down at the paper again so hopefully he wouldn't notice that I was blushing. I heard him laugh and then pick up the list again.

“The sixth year Hufflepuff, Jamie Straw, wants to do rounds with seventh year Slytherin, Kate Pran.” James said.

“Ok.” I chocked out, writing that down on the schedule. Why was I acting like this? What was happening?

About twenty minutes later we had the schedule finished. Everyone else was just sat around talking and working on homework.

“Do you guys want to go get something to eat?” Marlene asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Alice said.

“I’ll come too.” I replied, as I stood up.

“Hestia?” Marlene asked.

“Sure.” Hestia said.

“You guys coming?” Alice asked the boys.

“No thanks. We’ve got some planning to do.” Sirius said.

“But I’m starving!” James whined.

“Well then maybe you shouldn't have missed breakfast to make o-”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll stay!” James said, giving Sirius an angry look.

“Ok, well we’re gonna go.” Hestia said.

“Bye.” Remus said.

“Bye, guys.” Marlene replied as we walked out the door.

We went down to the Great Hall and sat in our usual spot in the middle of the Gryffindor table. Almost immediately after we got our food Marlene smirked at me. I knew what was coming although I was really hoping to avoid the subject.

“You blushed!” Marlene said, excitedly.

“I did not!” I replied.

“You so did!” Alice said, giggling.

“I so did not!” I said, annoyed.

“Yes you did!” Hestia laughed.

“I did not!” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Stop denying it, Lils! You’re a red head, it’s so obvious when you blush and you were totally blushing!” Marlene replied, smiling.

“I don’t think I've ever seen you blush from something James has said before!” Alice said.

“Because I've never blushed at anything James has said! And never will!” I said, annoyed.

“You totally blushed.” Hestia replied, smirking.

“Do you like him or something?” Alice asked.

“Oh, that would be amazing! Could you imagine if they started dating?” Hestia said, smiling.

“Their kids would be gorgeous! Ou, can I be godmother?” Marlene asked.

“Guys! I do not like him and I am not having his children!” I said, sternly.

“But, they would be so cute!” Hestia whined. I rolled my eyes and went back to my sandwich.

“You totally blushed.” Marlene said under her breath.

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Severus’ POV:

“I know, I know. We’ll figure it out, but we need to wait until people have settled in and we know how many there are in each house.” Mulciber said.

“Well there's none in Slytherin.” Avery replied, proudly.

“Yes, I know, Avery! But that makes it harder for us to get to them.” Mulciber stated, annoyed.

“True. But we already know where one is. And it won’t be too hard to get her. I mean, she has her own dorm, its not like we can confuse her with anyone.” Macnair said, smirking.

“Very true. And she’ll be one of the first!” Mulciber replied, smiling.

Once the meeting was over, I decided to go for a walk. I had been sat in that dark corridor with them for hours.

I was walking down the corridor near the library when I saw her. It really isn't hard to miss her, with her fiery red hair, and bright emerald eyes and her perfect smile that could light up a room.

“Hi, Lily.” I said, when I got close enough to her.

“Oh. Hi, Sev-erus.” Lily replied.

“How was your summer?” I asked her.

“It was alright. I didn't really do much. I hung out with the girls and met Petunias new boyfriend.”

“Petunia got a boyfriend?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah. He’s perfect for her! He’s rude, doesn't care about other peoples feelings, and hates me! Its a match made in heaven, really!”

“Yeah, sounds like it.” I laughed.

“So, how was your summer?” She asked, politely.

“It was fine. Moms been gone a lot lately, but I worked on some new potion recipes.”

“Sorry about that. But the potion stuff sounds cool! Are you making your own potions or just changing some instructions on other potions?”

“A bit of both.”

“That's great. Maybe you could tell me about one of your potions some time.”

“Yeah, of course! As long as its just you. I don't really want to be sharing my potion inventions with your new friends.”

“My new friends?”

“Yeah. Potter and his little gang.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. When did you become friends with them anyways? They’re jerks. Why do you even like them?”

“We became friends at the end of last year. And they are not jerks! They’re actually really nice people.”

“They seem like jerks to me! Don’t you remember all the things they used to do? They were jerks to both of us!”

“Yes I remember! But they’re not jerks anymore. They've grown up, and so should you!” Lily said angrily before storming off.

“Well, great.” I muttered to myself before walking off in the other direction.

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James’ POV:

“Yeah, I saw it too. She was kind of flustered.” Remus agreed.

“She didn't even say anything! She always has some kind of comeback to get me to shut up and back off, but she didn't say anything!” I added, excitedly.

“Maybe she didn't want you to back off.” Sirius said, smirking.

“Maybe.” I said, smiling. “Did you see her blushing? She looked so cute. I’ve never seen her blush before!”

“Yes, we saw her blushing, Prongs.” Peter replied.

“I wanna see her blushing again!” I admitted.

“Then make her blush again.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“Ok! I will! She looked so cute. But she always looks cute. She’s perfect” I gushed, as the boys rolled their eyes and went back to planning.

“She’s perfect.” I smiled to myself.

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Feeling Wanted | Part One || Loki Laufeyson

MASTERLIST

WHO I WRITE FOR

PART TWO

This took way too long to post, so I’m really sorry, but I think this turned out pretty danging well if I say so myself ;)

Thank you to whoever requested this a while ago, I hope you and everyone who reads this will enjoy it :) <3

Request: I just read the Steve fic and I loved it 💓 So I want to make a request XD I don't mind how long it takes if is as good as the Steve one💝 Loki x Reader where reader is recruited by the avengers but she went through the same as the twins and nobody trust her so she is kinda depressed but Loki tries to be friends with her because he knows how it feels but he always had Thor so he wants to be that person to her, so they become best friends and then they start dating eventually the team come around

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: sadness, loneliness, unacceptance

Note: I decided to make this take place after Age Of Ultron, but all of the Avengers live together in the tower, Loki kind of lives with them, well sort of, he comes around every now and then, haha. Also, I’m going to be turning this into a two-part imagine, since I feel like I can write a lot to this request and I feel like two parts would be more convenient, I hope that’s ok :)

!I KNOW THIS IS SUPER SHORT - I PROMISE, THE NEXT PART WILL BE LONGER. I’M SO SORRY! I just wanted to get something up today, since it took me so long already.

Feeling Wanted | Part One

A little backstory, so you know where we are: It takes place after the events of Age Of Ultron, Peter left us (WHY?!☹) and Wanda stayed with the Avengers, who (in this imagine) already all live together in the tower. Loki is still alive (properly) and kind of lives with them as well. He can’t leave the building but somehow is never to be found unless he wants to be. Clint has his own floor (as does everyone) but is usually with his family on the farm to be the good dad that he wants to be😊.

Being the “new one” has never been easy. Neither for you nor for anyone. Already being the new kid in school was horrible, but you never had to experience that – the only thing you ever had to experience, was to be the new one in either an orphanage or asylum – depending on where those people thought you would fit in better. No, you weren’t crazy or something like that, you had powers, of course, no one ever believed you, that’s how you got in the different asylums. Right after that, the doctors thought you were “fine” and sent you to an orphanage, where mysterious people got a hold of you. How? Absolutely no idea. Those people called themselves HYDRA, from what you were able to hear every now and then, while you were captured. The experiments started shortly after, and… you had never known, a human being could survive the pain that you had gone through. Apparently, they wanted to somehow “gift” you with a mind-reading ability – things had gone wrong at the Avenger’s mission of saving you. The procedure wasn’t able to get to the end, as someone unhooked you from all the wires and injectors, you had been attached to. What powers you had then ended up with, were yet to be discovered. You can’t remember a lot of what happened, but one of the things was that after getting abducted from your “new home”, you got saved, by possibly one of the nicest men you have ever met – he only wanted the best for you and took you under his wing. His name was Clint Barton. Apparently, he had done that before, for two other parentless children, twins. Yet, he had to go back to his family, where Clint didn’t want you to go with him, since, in his opinion, you would be safest in the Avengers Tower surrounded by the newest high-tech stuff AND superheroes. Oh, how wrong he had been. No one wanted you there… at least that was how you felt.

Waking up, you could already sense, that something was not right, nothing new, to be honest. You got out of your bed, that you still had to get used to and exited the room. As you walked into the hallway, you could hear Bruce talking on the phone to someone yet unknown, in the living room. “You don’t get to have a talk in this because you’re not here!” His voice was filled with rage as he was trying to explain something “She doesn’t even know who she is, how do you expect us-“, as he started, he got interrupted on the other line. Another pair of footsteps started making their way into the room, where Bruce was. “I’m gonna go, Rhodey’s here… Yeah, bye”, he ended the phone call annoyed “Yeeaah, bye.” Rhodey was, as you came around, one of Tony’s closest and oldest friends. He was quite nice, you enjoyed his company. “What are you screaming about, big guy?” He started a conversation with the guy that can turn green. “I wasn’t screaming!” Bruce shouted and cleared his throat as soon as he realized that he, in fact, had been raising this voice. You were able to feel Rhodey giving the other man a knowing look, but shook it off, as it was something you had never felt before. “I was just talking to Clint”, he rubbed a hand over his face and waited before continuing “We can’t keep her here. She doesn’t know what’s going on – we don’t know what’s going on with her. AND she’s dangerous!” “Hey! Don’t say that, especially you. Sorry, but you can’t know that you didn’t even give her a chance.” “I don’t need to give her a chance!” “But look how Wanda turned out!” The man who fought in the War Machine suit defended you. “AND LOOK HOW PIETRO TURNED OUT!” The comment of Bruce shut the both of the Avengers up.

“You know, eavesdropping is rude”, a rough voice appeared from behind you, making you jump. A pale, black-haired man was right next to where you were standing, looking at you with a smirk. “Who are you?” You asked quietly, yet curiously. “Well, my dear, I’m Loki, the-“, “Thor’s brother?”

You interrupted him and right after your comment, he rolled his eyes. You noticed his annoyance and decided to excuse yourself, not wanting more people to hate you. “I-I’m sorry… I just… I-I heard them talk about you, once.” You weren’t really able to look the God of Mischief into his eyes, you had no idea why. “No need to get so shy around me, darling.” The cockiness was thick, not only in his voice but also in his accent. After clearing your throat, you crossed your arms over your chest in a defending manner “I’m not.” Loki kept a smug smirk on his lips, confident as always, but decided to let it slide “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you around.” “I’m the new unwanted one”, raising one eyebrow and tilting your head, you started walking away. A laugh echoed from behind you “Of course”, making you stop in tracks. “What’s funny about that?” You probably sounded confident, but on the inside, you were shaking – your anxiety and insecurities pushing through. “You think you’re unwanted?” It was his time to question you. Thinking, Loki wanted to make fun of you, tears started prickling in your eyes “You don’t have to rub it under my nose. I understand”, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand. Loki looked concerned for a second but turned into the cocky, self-assured god. “And that would be?” Crossing his arms over his chest. You couldn’t believe, just what a jerk the man in front of you was, so you snapped. “NOBODY WANTS ME HERE! NOT BRUCE, OR STEVE. NO TONY, NOT EVEN THOR”, Loki was about to correct you, but you went on “NATASHA ISN’T TOO FOND OF ME EITHER, AS WELL AS WANDA! THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT ARE AT LEAST TRYING TO GIVE ME SOMEWHAT OF A CHANCE ARE RHODEY AND BUCKY!” All of the anger that had been bubbling up inside of you for the last couple of days that you had spent in the Avenger’s Tower. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, that didn’t go unnoticed by Loki. He cleared his throat and pointed at something behind you. Turning around, you came to sight with half of the Avengers, looking at you with a mix of shock and confusion. You weren’t able to think straight anymore and decided to run back to your room. The God of Mischief’s eyes followed your figure until you suddenly disappeared. The superheroes looked at each other in disbelieve. “Did she just-“, Tony started, “She disappeared”, Bruce finished, not believing what they had just witnessed. Loki realized what you were talking about before and turned to the rest in anger “If any of you mewling quims ever just look at her in a wrong way, you WILL feel the actual power I have. She is broken.” He left the group and followed you before Natasha started “He just-“, and Rhodey finished this time “Acted nice”, but the others had a different ending to the sentence “Showed emotions”, was Bruce’s answer, “Walked away from us like that”, was Tony’s. “Is no one going to talk about the fact that (Y/N) just vanished in front of our eyes”, Steve wondered, looking at his team wide-eyed.

The moment you got back into your room, you smashed the door close, but noticed something… well, technically nothing. Literally nothing… because your HANDS WERE MISSING. You let out a high-pitched scream, looking at where your hands were supposed to be. Loki stormed into your room, looking for you. “(Y/N)?” “What do you want?” You weren’t in the mood to talk to him. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” He looked around the room confusingly, apparently not seeing you sitting on the bed. “What are you talking about I’m right here! I’m not in the mood, Loki. MY HANDS ARE GONE!” As you looked down, you came to the realization that the rest of your lower body and arms were invisible as well. “(Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but… you are invisible”, he tried explaining. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” You started to freak out even more. “Alright, calm do-“,”DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” Your mood swings were unbearable, but in context with the situation, you had been in, understandable. “YOU HAVE TO, OTHERWISE I CAN’T SEE YOU!” He shouted right at you. You knew he was right, so you started trying to breathe normally again and came to sight with your limps becoming visible again. “Great, now I’m a freak as well”, the tears started forming in your eyes again. “You’re not a freak, darling”, Loki approached you on the bed. You sighed, “I... I just want to...I want to feel at least a tiny bit normal.”

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Again, sorry, that this one is so short, the next one will be longer, I promise! :) I hope you still enjoyed it and a huge thanks to the person who requested it!

Hope you have a great day/night :) <3

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