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[russellius]

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I posted 7,739 times in 2022

That's 7,737 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (4%)

7,413 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@seek--rest

@karinaisloud

@spideymichelle

@justaleapoffaith

@rejectofsociety

I tagged 2,364 of my posts in 2022

#petermj - 219 posts

#spideychelle - 197 posts

#ask me anything - 195 posts

#peter parker - 184 posts

#my fics - 184 posts

#michelle jones - 133 posts

#fic recs - 92 posts

#spiderman - 85 posts

#nwh - 72 posts

#michelle x peter - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cant wait for the next time i disappear from fandom and then get reminded of a fic that changed me and have to undergo this process again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Peter Isn't Dead

Peter Parker died in battle six months ago. There was no body, but they all knew. So, why has MJ seen him in the backgrounds of newspaper clippings halfway across the country?

MJ embarks on a road trip of a lifetime to hunt down her pressumed-dead husband and bring him back to where he belongs. She starts to realise there are much bigger forces at play.

Based on Alice Isn't Dead

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55 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

Mover Awayer

“I like you.” MJ tells him.

“I know.” Peter nods.

“And we won’t stay friends if we go to college as a couple.”

“You’ve said.”

“So we don’t go to college as a couple.” Peter opens his mouth to speak, but MJ cuts him off, squeezing his hand and being the one to step into his space this time. “We break-up mutually, let each other go the night before I move. We date and then have one big celebration of it all so we can go back to being friends afterwards.”

Chapter 1

55 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

NWH Fic Round Up

Since NWH is back on everyone's minds... I'm gonna do some shameless self-promo and share my NWH compliant fics. (Also my attempt at starting to sort a more organised masterlist)

Enjoy!

Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long - Series

One of us has gotta keep a promise - completed

This series covers Peter, Michelle and Ned’s perspective of things as they regain their memories and try to come back together.

These can be read as standalones, but personally, I think they're better together

MJ has to deal with the aftermath of regaining her memories and finding out that Peter has already moved on.

There is no answer - one shot

While moving MJ finds a note she wrote to herself during NWH

In darkness or in daylight - one shot

Kraven's Last Hunt inspired. Peter is buried alive and has to dig himself out.

We could be the way forward (and I know I'll pay for it) - one shot

Socialite MJ meets Spider-Man again after years apart when she attends a function with one Harry Osborn

It's nice to have a friend - one shot

MJ's perspective on her friendship with Ned and Peter from Pre-Hoco through to Post NWH.

You can hear it in the silence - one shot

Little moments of love between Peter and MJ

You and I walk a fragile line - one shot

Peter's the last of the Parker Line. He didn't think it'd go like this - it's about THAT scene

He's gonna burn this house to the ground - WIP

Dream sharing... or rather, nightmare sharing. Peter really can't catch a break when it comes to magic.

64 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

Everybody Talks

Collab with @seek--rest

For the darling, beloved @spideymichelle

"I've seen what you can do. I want you to take point on this."

She knows better than to celebrate before she's gotten all the information, seen huge campaigns pulled before they can ever be launched - from both sides, planning and participating.

MJ knows it all feels too good for the moment. There has to be something that balances the scale.

There’s always a catch.

"Who’s the client?"

"The Avengers."

Her brain stops for a moment. The sound of the office cutting out behind her as she takes in what has just been said. She wonders if Ned had actually switched her with one of his AI - like she's stuttering to reboot.

At the thought of Ned, a face and a mask flashes into her mind. Empty spaces at lunch tables and a missing name on registers. Forlorn expressions and the early days of a tentative new friendship spent checking silent phones.

“No.”

Chapter 1

64 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Behind Glass Doors

“They think we hate each other!”

“But we don’t.” She says. Her words are slow and drawn out like she’s struggling to follow. Peter knows he can get in his own head sometimes, but he feels like this isn’t one of those instances.

“Exactly!”

“So why does it matter?” She asks. Her words cut straight to the point. There’s not anything they can do. Coming out and saying ‘well, no. Actually. Spider-Man does not hate MJ Watson, in fact, he thinks about her quite regularly and has been living with her for the past eighteen months’ wasn’t a possibility.

For @spideychelleweek Day 3 & 6: Established Relationship & Secret Relationship/Fake-Dating (or hating in this instance)

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80 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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Business, numbers Money, people Business, numbers Money, people

Crime, travel Communication, entertainment Crime, travel Communication, entertainment

I feel like I'm not cut out for working from home for the rest of my working days. But I'm not saying I want to arbitrarily commute to an office to do work that I can do from home. I am talking about doing a job that requires me to be there. She is a kindergarten teacher and has to show up every day. All I am qualified to do is to talk on the phone and write emails and create Google slides. So I better get qualified to do something else, or I better make myself cut out to work from home for the rest of my working days.

Well, every since we starting sending my youngest son to a private school across town and I do the morning driving, I have the worst of both worlds: a long commute and the monotony of working from home.

I use the alarm on my phone to wake up. At the ungodly hour of 5a so I have time to drink coffee and run 4 miles before I drive my youngest to school. While I wait for the coffee to be ready, I try to my best to read a physical book but often go straight to Wordle then Connections on my phone. When I sip my coffee, I open my computer. At best, I type on this blog, but often I just watch YouTube. While YouTube is on, I nativate to a Google sheet to track yesterday's running and music listening and eating and sleep and weight if I happened to weigh in that day. Digital scale of course.

A few minute before I get up to brush my teeth and get ready to run, I open Apple Music on my phone to make this morning's running playlist. I run while listening to music from my AirPods connected to my Apple Watch. Quickly home to shower then take the long drive to and from his school, connecting my phone to my car's Apple Play, using Waze to navigate the quickest path based on today's traffic and again listening to music via Apple Music. After I drop him off I sometimes switch to Apple Podcasts. I bring along my work phone and check my work email and Slack before my drive back home.

I get home and work all day on my work computer. Often listening to music or podcasts from my phone via my AirPods or bluetooth Bose speaker. I will take a break and eat lunch, usually watching YouTube while I eat. I also check Twitter and a few other apps on my phone over the course of the day. And text message about the night's dinner and soccer carpool plans.

During dinner I play music or have soccer highlights playing on the big TV via the YouTube or ESPN smart TV app. After dinner during soccer practice I listen to more music or podcasts on my AirPods. Before bed I check my phone or computer a few more times. Not sure what's left to look at at this point.

This weekend I went outside. It felt better.

[angryschnauzer]

Warm Hands

Summary; Its your fourth date with Henry and you still haven’t slept together, so when you arrive at his house for a picnic, you are surprised to find that he needs your professional help as a physiotherapist. But once you get your warm hands on his body, neither of you can hold back much longer.

A continuation of my Henry x Physio Reader story previous part here

A/N This is wholly inspired by Henry’s recent instagram post and the part where he said that no-one needs to see him in his underwear on the kitchen table because I CERTAINLY DO.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Physiotherapist Reader 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, massaging Henrys thighs, sports injury, Henry in his underwear, unwanted erections, unprotected sex, Henry being slightly dom, reader taking control, creampie. 

Unbeta’d, all typo’s are free range and organic. I do not run a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you will get an alert every time i post something new, AND its where you can find my previous works.

Warm Hands

Parking your little car in the corner of the secluded driveway you shut the engine off and chewed nervously on your lip. It was your fourth date with Henry and he’d casually invited you for a picnic ‘in the quiet countryside’, but hadn’t been specific on the end time of your date. What was making you nervous was that you hadn’t actually slept together yet and the vagueness of the end time had you wondering. 

Your first date had been coffee a few weeks after meeting when you’d stumbled upon him injured in the park during your lunch break from the hospital where you worked as a physiotherapist. Second date had been to a rugby game where he’d put too much strain on his injured leg and had ended with him scheduling an appointment with you for some professional physio treatment. Third date had been dinner at a fancy restaurant that had ended with a mind blowing kiss in your hallway but nothing further as he had to get home to let Kal - his dog - out for an evening bathroom break.

So now you were at date number four and you were more than ready to take the relationship to the next level. You glanced at the small overnight bag you’d packed ‘just in case’ with a few essentials. Deciding to leave the bag in the car for now, you got out and made your way to the small kitchen door of the mews cottage, Henry having explained how it was the best door to come to. What you weren’t expecting to see as you looked through the glass section of the door was Henry grimacing in pain as he steadied himself on the kitchen counter. Trying the doorknob you stepped inside;

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?!” slipping your hands beneath his arms as he winced and kept all his weight on one leg.

“Cramp…” he gasped; “... in my thigh…”

Looking down you only then realised he was in just his underwear below the waist, the muscles in his thigh tense and frozen. Just then the steam iron hissed and you saw that he must have been pressing his smart chino’s just before you’d arrived;

“Ok, let's get you rested somewhere… hop onto the table…”

You helped him move the few feet to his massive wooden table that ran the centre of his kitchen, quickly moving a pile of papers on there and setting them down elsewhere, before noticing the switch for the iron and flicking that to off. Returning to Henry you placed your hands onto his cramping thigh, the muscles rock solid where the spasm was in full hold.

“Uurggh ah uuuhhh” Henry moaned, wincing and sucking in a sharp intake of breath as another spasm shot through his muscle. 

You held your hands over the muscle trying to warm it so it could relax, rubbing the skin as he whimpered from the pain;

“Shhh it’s ok, it’ll go. We just need to warm your leg up”

Running your hands around his thigh you attempted to remain as professional as possible, but the sight of his quite frankly enormous thighs under your hands were a sight to behold. Looking up you saw that Henry had his arm thrown across his face as the spasms kept sending waves of pain through his leg, and it was then that as you moved your hand around the inside of his thigh that you felt it. You couldn’t help but to look where your knuckles had just touched, your eyes going wide as you saw the considerable bulge he had packed in there. Another whimper from his lips pulled your attention away from the elephant’s trunk in the room, rubbing your hands over his thigh as it still cramped. 

Nothing seemed to be having any effect, and it was then that you saw his hand was gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were going white;

“Hen… you’re going to have to relax… let go of the table…”

He took a deep breath before finally speaking, his voice small and quiet;

“I can’t…”

“Why?”

“Because if i relax, i won’t be able to hold it back…”

It took you a few seconds to realise what he was talking about before with a dawning realisation hit that he was fighting a hard-on. What you did next surprised him enough to have him pull his arm away and look at you with wide eyed wonder, as you’d climbed into the table and straddled his thighs, your soft summer skirt falling around you. Resting your hands on his chest you nestled your leg right against his, the warmth of your skin starting to soothe the cramp;

“There…” you smiled at him; “Plus now you can relax as everything is hidden by my skirt…”

He glanced down to where you were sitting on him and you watched as he finally let go of the table, stretching his fingers out before with a smile rested his hand on your hip;

“Thank you… and i’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for?”

“For… well…” he actually blushed, his cheeks and nose a beautiful shade of pink as he looked away bashfully; “I didn’t want you to think… umm, i don’t know really, i didn’t want to pressure you into anything…”

Resting your hands on his stomach you gently leaned forwards, your face over his as you smiled;

“You wouldn’t be pressuring me… i want this..”

At your works you rocked forward a little, knowing there was just the thinnest of lace between you and the jersey fabric that was struggling to contain Henry’s arousal. You watched as his expression change, his eyes grew a little darker and he licked his lips;

“Again…”

This time when you rolled your hips you found his other hand had grasped your hip too, his firm grip adding to the smooth roll as you ground your core against his hardening arousal. 

“C’mere…” he suddenly pulled you flush with his chest, his mouth upon yours as he kissed you fiercely which you eagerly reciprocated. The kiss was fiery, teeth and tongues before he suddenly gasped and pulled away; “FUCK!... The cramp’s back…”

Quickly sitting up you settled your weight over his thigh, the warmth from between your legs immediately soothing the strong muscle beneath you. Henry’s expression dropped and he look liked a sad kicked puppy;

“Its ok… it’ll go soon…” you reassured him

He let out a deep sigh;

“I just… i want to be able to please you…”

“To… please me?... Oh…” you took hold of his hand; “Henry… you will please me…”

“But… if i’m not at peak performance… i wanna bring my best game to our first time, ya’know?”

And just like that the blush was back on his cheeks, and you finally realised why he had been holding back;

“Henry… i really like you… like really like you, to be blunt just this brief grinding on you has me close. You don’t have to be in control all the time” you softly pressed his hand to your chest; “And i’m kinda getting the idea that when you’re in bed with someone you like to be in control, right?”

“Well, you can still be in control even if you’re not on top…”

His hand gently squeezed your breast through your dress as you watched the realisation of what you said sink in, and a mischievous smile crept over his face;

“So… what are we waiting for?” he cocked an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but to laugh

“Your leg to stop cramping…”

“Oh… yeah…” he flexed the muscle beneath you and smiled; “Well, it seems ok now…” his other hand started to sneak beneath your skirts and it was your turn to be surprised;

“Henry! Now? Here?”

“Why not... you already said you were close, and as you can feel i’m ready…” he bucked his hips just the tiniest amount and you felt his considerable length rub against your mound.

“On the kitchen table?”

“Yes or No sweetheart…” just then his hand had found your panties and a thick finger was rubbing at your clit through the soaked lace

“Yes… fuck yes…”

You quickly lifted your hips enough to reach into Henry’s underwear and pull his erection free, marvelling at the thick girth and the heat of the silky skin against your hand, just as he pulled your underwear to the side. Rising up onto your knees you positioned him at your entrance and slowly sank down, gasping as his thickness stretched your velvet channel;

“Oh fuck…”

Beneath you Henry growled, his sharp teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he struggled to hold back from pulling you down, knowing that his size was a struggle to take at first and letting you go at your own pace would be worth it in the end;

“That’s it babe… doing so well” he let out a grunt as you took another inch, he could feel the warmth of your thighs as you got lower and was almost there, until he couldn’t hold out any longer and his hand instinctively pulled you down the rest of the way until he was balls deep inside you.

The moans that escaped your lips echoed around the room, your womb trembling from the sheer pleasure that was surging through you as you let your body adjust to his massive size. He rested both hands on your hips as you moved your own to his hard stomach, and with a grin you started to lift your hips and start to ride him.

“That’s it Babe” he praised you as he started to move your hips, to pull you down a little harder each time you would rise up on your knees; “Can feel your tight cunt squeezing me so hard already”

A litany of curses fell from your lips as he took control, moving you as if you weighed no more than a feather and he fucked you from beneath. Your orgasm was growing closer as whimpers escaped your lips, before with a blinding explosion in your mind you came with a scream. 

Henry was seconds behind, the tight squeeze of your cunt around him was enough to set his own orgasm off, pumping you full with rope after rope of his thick creamy seed, the knowledge that you’d be walking around all day with his cum dripping from you prolonging his orgasm even longer.

Henry pulled you down to kiss you, this time soft and gentle as his lips pressed to yours, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your tryst. Resting on his chest you pulled away and smiled at him, his arms holding you tight;

“Do you still want to go on a picnic today? My friend has a hundred acre farm in the Surrey Hills, its beautiful”

“I’d love to” you started to push yourself up to decouple your bodies; “Sounds secluded too” 

“Oh, it is”

Carefully swinging your leg over Henry and climbing off the table, you extending a hand to him so he could side to the floor too;

“Can i suggest something then? Perhaps not chino’s then?”

He glanced at his still creased trousers as they sat on the abandoned ironing board;

“Why?”

“Grass stains” you said with a wink. 

Henry pulled you to his chest, his hand on your ass giving it a squeeze;

“Ooh naughty… good idea, i’ll go get my jeans… this is going to be a picnic to remember”

As he stepped away he called over his shoulder;

“If you brought an overnight bag might be worth bringing it in now, i fully intend on fucking you so much this afternoon you’ll be too exhausted to carry it in later”

Laughing you said ok as you went to your car, glad you packed multiple changes of underwear. As you returned to the house you went to pull a clean pair of panties out of the bag just as Henry was walking in buttoning his jeans and saw what was in your hand;

“No no, you’re keeping those panties on”

“But they’re soaked with your cum”

He wrapped his arms around you, his eyes dark with desire;

“That’s exactly why you’re keeping them on, the only other acceptable attire would to be bare beneath that pretty dress of yours, understand?”

“Yes Sir” you answered with a smirk as Henry grabbed the picnic basket and headed for the door. It was certainly going to be an afternoon to remember...

[another-rational-deception]

shoji and tokoyami reactions to being called beautiful?? (or just shoji, i love the fics where he takes off the mask)

Omg i love this idea. fav idea with my fav characters lets go dude tysm for this ask😫

Shoji’s part just turned into “shoji takes off the mask”. Im very original, am i not?

D*rk content/n*fw blogs, do not interact with me at all.

Shoji and Tokoyami reacting to being called beautiful

Mezo Shoji

Taking his mask off will probably not being a spur of the moment thing.

Either he’s been thinking about it for a long time (I’m talking weeks into months long) and it’s been eating away at him

Or it was ripped off during training somehow.

You would never catch him without it otherwise. His dorm is the only place he takes it off at school, and while he does have it off at home, his parents would probably let him know you’re here.

Also, his quirk is insanely accurate. He can hear you coming as soon as you enter the elevator.

By the time he’s hyped himself up enough to take it off, he’s also mentally prepared himself for if you get scared, or uncomfortable.

This will probably be after he worked with Gang Orca. I thing Gang Orca would have talked to him about the mask thing, and if Orca knew Shoji had a lover, he would break it to Shoji that he’s gonna have to take it off at some point if he wants it to last.

It takes him a long time, but he eventually asks you to meet him somewhere private. In his or your room, probably, and asks if you want to see him without the mask.

He gets nervous if you get excited; he feels like he’s about to let you down.

He hesitates when you two sit down, and his hands kind of just hover over his face for a few seconds. Eventually he grabs the bottom and tugs it over his head

He can feel his heart racing when you don’t say anything. His hands get all sweaty and he starts fidgeting with his mask in his hands

“You’re beautiful” and he genuinely doesn’t think he heard you right. He has you repeat it for him

He’s about to cry. Literally no matter what you do from here on out, he’s gonna cry. Especially if you ask to kiss him or touch his face.

You two spend a while hugging, more than likely you on Mezo’s lap, but he would be even happier if you held him in your lap.

From then on out, he’s much more confident in your love for him. He starts bragging about you to his parents and friends

You’re kind of his safe place now. If he’s had a rough day, his favourite thing to do is to lay down in one of your guy’s beds with his mask off and lay his head in your lap, and you just play with his hair or stroke his cheek.

Sometimes when you call him beautiful, he has that same reaction as the first time you called him that. Please make it your job to remind him every day.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Similar to Shoji, no one’s ever really said that to him. he doesn’t think about it a lot

But when he starts dating you, it crosses his mine more than once in a blue moon

He begins to wonder why, why the guy with the bird head?

It’s usually hard to tell when he’s thinking like this, he’s very good at hiding it. It’s much easier to tell when Dark Shadow is out. She starts becoming visibly unhappy or distressed, and almost seems to be cuddling Fumikage to comfort him.

You would get the most genuine reaction out of him by telling him when you’re alone. Maybe in his room, or on a walk at night. Maybe on the school roof during lunch or after school.

His reaction also depends on how he’s feeling, really.

He might switch it up on you and tell you how beautiful or handsome you are to him, how you light his path.

Or, he might stay silent. He’ll grab your hand and bring it up to his beak. He’s not kissing it, per say, just holding it, and appreciating the moment.

But if you ask him while he’s pondering, he’ll ask you, “why?”. He’s wondered for while, so now that you’re on the subject, he might as well ask

Whatever your answer may be, he’s just glad to be with you. For the rest of the time spent with him, you may notice he’s a little touchier than usual.

[stickynotestoletters]

may i ask for some poly relationship w larry & sal x male reader hcs?

Ah! Of course! :) Sorry I've been taking so long school is getting to me cause of finals;-;

Warnings: Noncannon compliant (their parents aren't together, no one dies, etc), NSFW (implied teen NSFW otherwise they're out of highschool), no weird cult stuff but they still ghost hunt, more modernish (?) phones and stuff

Sal x Male Reader x Larry hcs

highschool

I think that Sal and Larry would have gotten together before you got there

Like, I say gotten together but the way they started it was literally best friends that were super hornknee and decided to have sex together

They started then developing romantic feelings for each other though

And although the sex dynamic wasn't perfect (refer to my Sal x reader NSFW fic) it was good and they loved each other

It became an on and off thing until they actually worked it out

they talked about it and decided that it was better that they stay friends until they can sort out their own sexual desires and endeavors

Sal didn't even know he could do both as a switch and verse so he wanted to just re-examine his sexual self

And Larry was okay with that

So they decided to date but just without sex for a while

Then you moved to Nockfell their sophomore year

and god were you cool

Sal was the first one to see you in the hallway

It wasn't love at first sight really

He thought you were cool and he wanted to talk to you

Then that same day he told Larry about you during lunch

"I want to talk to him I just don't know how to approach him"

"Oh, well who is it?"

Ngl Larry was kinda jealous about how flustered Sal was getting at the prospect of a new friend but then Sal pointed at you and Larry was like "Oh, okay, I get it."

So Larry just approaches you

It was kinda to tease Sal about how shy he was being

Also kinda because you looked rad as fuck

So Larry approaches you sitting at a table alone

You were actually quite chill

You were happy since no one was approaching you

You guys hit it off and ended up becoming really good friends!

So for the duration of your sophomore year and the summer of your junior year, you guys were really good pals and hung out a lot

Then Larry started developing feelings first

And he was super confused since he knew he still liked Sal, no doubt about it

So he was just super confused and conflicted because he didn’t want to break up with Sal

So during, about the first half, of all of your junior year he kept this to himself and tried to keep himself from feeling for you

Sal on the other hand already accepted his feelings, he realized it later than Larry

And he read yp on what being polygamous meant

So although there was a lot of confusion at first he figured it's no different from people in love triangles

He realizes it a couple weeks after Larry and decides to bring this up to Larry during winter break

The conversation pretty much just went like Sal explaining polyamory to Larry for an hour

They end up deciding to just wait a bit and try to flirt with you individually

you know,

because they don't remember that you don't know they're attracted to you at this point

:)

So basically you think that they're both trying to cheat on each other for the week they're flirting with you

At the end of that week, you tell them to meet you together

And they don't know any better than to meet you

And then you come to them, don't let them explain, and cry because you don't want two of your best friends to cheat on each other like this even though you like them

And then they realize why you're saying this

So although this was not the time they expected to confess to you they told you what they were trying to do

So you just sat there

With these two idiots

and told them "No guys, cause I was literally having a breakdown about losing my two best friends."

And they confess to you

and everything is emotional and raw and you accept

Your guys' dynamic doesn't change because you’re dating now

The only difference is you guys make out together and show lots more pda

although you always bring up what they did when they were trying to give you hints

"We just really wanted to flirt with you okay??? Is it such a crime to want your crush to fall for you???"

"When you guys don't explain you're looking to expand your relationship, yes. Yes, it is Larry."

"He's kind of right babe-"

"SAL-"

Y'all spend a lot of time communicating with each other on stuff like that now

Your senior year goes without any bumps between all of you and you then graduate

College Dynamic

so you and the gang (except Ash, she moves to the city of course) goes and makes a college house

once you all move in together there it's a new routine

You all agreed and talked about the move together and what it would entail

And then you all finally realized how different it was from a monogamous relationship it was

But you all had your learning curves within the relationship

You find out more about their dynamic as a couple

For example, Larry and Sal never liked to fall asleep without you anymore

They had trouble sleeping without you beforehand and the first time you all slept in the same bed together it was just... so... peaceful

They'll spoon and cuddle without you individually (Sal is always the big spoon with Larry)

but they just love falling asleep next to you

They also refuse to do homework without you there

Even if it's just the simplest this they're just gonna need to have you in the room to finish it

Sal likes to make songs about you guys

He records them and edits some but he never lets you two listen to them

"It's just embarrassing if you two were to listen to it. It's like confessing my love for you guys all over again except I can't hide behind the mask."

So until he decides to release his songs online or plays those at gigs he's never going to let you listen to them

Larry likes to paint you guys

His paintings of you before the "disaster confession" were okay, it just looked like he was making a painting of a friend, except for the occasional rose

But now he paints you and draws you two whenever he can

He finds it funny how flustered you and Sal get whenever he makes suggestive paintings or sketches of you two

One time he painted a whole sex portrait of you and Sal together (A 12 by 28 specifically) hung it upright in front of the door to your rooms and didn't tell anyone

So after you and Sal got home that day you were welcomed with Larry lounging on your bed with the giant picture of you fucking Sal next to him

It was definitely beautiful though, even if it's hard to call your nudes beautiful

"Larry Johnson, this painting, as always, masterful. Beautiful craftsmanship but please-" "-we mean this in the most loving way possible Larry-" "-STOP PAINTING OUR NUDES BABE"

He put it away to be hung up in your apartment for when you all move out

Non-College Life

Once you all finish college you guys move into an apartment outside of Nockfell

The minute after you and Sal leave to get food Larry puts up all his private paintings of you guys

It's funny to him

I imagine you guys moving to a really populated city

Somewhere where it's a good place for people wanting to have creative jobs but still close to Nockfell

Maybe not back to New Jersey but probably not as far as New York or LA

you guys do all the cute stuff you never got to in Nockfell together

It's not like the majority of Nockfell was homophobic, mostly just the people who went to the church

But a lot more of them didn't think that polyamory was possible

So now it's easier

It's not like you never experience any polyphobia anymore but it's easier because you're in a more open-minded place

Sal's favorite thing is to go to concerts now

And pride

He also likes coffee house dates too

Larry gets hit on a lot though whenever you guys go out anywhere though

He finds it funny how jealous you both get

Sometimes if he wants Sal to get really mad he'll play along

But most of the time he shuts it down before it begins

Sal gets hit on a lot at concerts the most though

He gets kind of awkward about it, he's not going to edge them on but he gets uncomfortable enough to just not know how to shut them down

Usually, you and Larry will just appear behind him and whisk him away

Larry likes to use it as teasing leverage for a good rough one that night but you usually make sure he's okay with it before Larry does anything

You get hit on the most casually

Here and there but there aren't really specific places

It just sort of happens

You mostly shut them down alone

But occasionally you'll have to go to Sal and Larry if they're persistent

And they'll be mean too

One of the first times you saw Sal and Larry ever legitimately get that mean was when you got hit on in a club and they both just pulled you behind them and absolutely ripped the person a new one

You guys really like to stay at home if you guys have dates though that way everyone feels included

But when you all do go around together it's always specifically for three people you never tell anyone it's a date for dinner reservations, you always make sure you go on rides everyone wants to go on at amusement parks, and hey if worse comes to worst smoking is a group activity (if you have asthma or any other breathing condition Larry makes you edibles if you really wanna do edibles with them)

Starting jobs there are tough and all but you make it off your feet

Sal ends up booking a lot of gigs and Larry's commission request skyrocket when he moves to the city and makes a blog about his art

You all get an apartment with affordable rent and one that allows Gizmo

I hc that Gizmo is an esp but I don't know if that's real

So regardless you'll still be able to have room for him

Sal proposes to both of you

You guys talked about marriage and decided that it would be easier legally to just not get married through a court

So you guys have a friends wedding and Gizmo is the ring bearer

You guys don't get a fancy venue or anything

You guys all just have a city wedding

NSFW

So, the first time you all decide to hook up it's mostly just very communicative rules beforehand

Sal is more comfortable with being fucked than fucking someone else at most times but "It's not like I never want to stick my dick in you two" as he puts it

He also likes background music on most of the time

It's kinda weird if there isn't just a little bit of music

It isn't really bothersome, you guys keep it below 20 at most times

Sal's also super submissive

He liked it rough, make him cry out for you two

A bit of a pillow prince

Especially enjoys being tied up by you two

gags and blindfolds are on the table

Although whenever he does feel up to fucking you and Larry he'll usually end up having you two ride him because he gets to be such a mess with you two unless he's jealous or upset

Usually, when he's upset he's gonna lift you two up and fuck you against the headboard or wherever you two are if he's impatient enough

One time you were chilling with Larry in your bedroom and he was painting over his easel

Sal burst through the door where it slammed back on itself and closed itself

He then tracks his eyes on you

immediately asks you "Can I please fuck you right now"

and as soon as your safe word and consent comes out of your mouth he's holding you down on the bed and fucking into you so hard you can barely breath

Larry doesn't mind it and just continues painting with you moaning and being so pathetic in the background of his music

He kinda finds it funny because before you all got together and he and Larry would angry fuck it never worked out

Sal was just being a brat most of the time because Larry still wouldn't let him fuck him submissively

Speaking of which, Larry's more comfortable with being dominant, he'll bottom but only if he can still be dominant otherwise forget it

Larry's just a rough fucker anyway

He really likes pushing and holding you two up against walls when he fucks you guys

He likes showing off the muscles he got helping his mom with handy work and stuff like that

The first time he did this was to Sal when you were studying in your guy's room

You said you didn't really wanna participate today so they fucked like they would without you

And so they're talking back and forth, teasing each other

and Larry corners him

And just

lifts him up

It looked like he was just lifting a bag of sugar up

Sal seemed weightless as Larry just rocks into him

It was one of the hottest things you'd seen at the time so you joined them

You do that a couple more times but then it just becomes normal and you decide you need to start finishing all those assignments

Larry does that to you one on one as well without Sal but it happens to Sal a lot more spontaneously

Larry though is kinkier than Sal in some respects

He'll try anything at least once "Lisa didn't raise no bitch-"

He's really into breeding and long fucking sessions though

Like, lowkey he has omegaverse fantasies

Not because of the weird stuff just because a lot of the time..... they have breeding written in

He'll never admit to reading any of it but you know he has at least once

Super into dirty talk

And he's really good at it

He also had a praise kink and a degradation kin

He likes degrading you and you telling him thank you and how good he's treating a filthy little brat like you

"What're my filthy little brats good for other than sucking my dick so well. Taking me so well like the dirty little whores you are?"

"Yes sir-" "-we're made for your big cock-" "-thank you for fucking us like this-"

He especially likes breeding you and having Sal suck you off while he does it, he finds your crying cute

And an added bonus is rewarding Sal after for it

You guys talk about long-term consent and all that and decide that it's a good idea, you all trust and love each other so there isn't a problem

lol this kinda went to shit at the end but I still like it enough! Thanks for the Sally Face request I really like this game and the dynamic between a poly reader hc :)

-Laika

[honklore]

would you please consider doing maybe a soulmate au where anything you write appears on your soulmate with karl? i just love the idea of maybe doing little doodles all over your skin and it appearing on his and he likes talking about it on stream which is maybe what brought you two together? one of your friends who watches mcyt saw a clip of him talking about a specific flower they remember you drawing and this lead you to maybe writing out a small message for karl during a stream that made him super giddy? sorry if this was very confusing and i totally get it if you don’t wanna write it, thank you for your time! :)

sincerely yours | karl jacobs

(gn reader, soulmate au, chat is supportive, karl’s lil doodles like he shows on his priv but he draws them on his skin instead)

listen to: make you feel my love (cover) by jj heller

karl jacobs my beloved !!!!!

the sweetest romantic when it comes to the soulmate bond

counted down the days until his eighteenth bday when he could finally communicate with you

okay i’m going to switch your request to where karl is the one constantly doodling if that’s okay !!!!

with all my heart i believe karl would doodle every single day!!! never misses a day to the point where jimmy is like. bringing cleansing wipes to mr beast filming like,,,, dude i’m sorry but you can’t have squiggly marks up your neck while we’re filming we are ~professionals~

a total romantic,,,, like. downloads reddit and reads thru r/soulmatestories before he goes to bed,,, scrolls soulmatesuggestions blogs on tumblr

he’s just so in want of that close bond that he does everything he can to get into contact with you

tries to join late bloomer groups before they tell him that 22 years old isn’t late and he’s still extremely young

he’s just v impatient okay !!!!!

once he begins streaming regularly instead of a tattoo check chat asks to see whatever doodle he drew or received that day !!!!

worries a lot bc he hears a lot of rejection stories and he’s scared of being rejected

so sometimes when he’s rlly anxious or insecure he’ll scrub all of the writing off in the shower and wear long sleeves to avoid looking for your scrawl

YOU ARE ONE BUSY BEE

between school/job/life/family/friends and whatever else you do or don’t have going on, you often forget to draw notes for your soulmate

you’ve gathered a LOT of things about him tho

he writes his name w a lil smiley almost every week

(hey it’s me karl :))

writes u a Goodnight Drawing before bed

except for him goodnight is just right before whenever he goes to sleep and for you it’s like. 10pm.

so you’ll wake up to pee at 5am and find a drawing of a worm on your leg (goodnight!!)

writes lil notes about his tales ideas except you have no idea what they mean rip

(inbetween segment longer? talk to ranboo)

doodles his favorite cartoon characters (ayo!!!)

has colored markers for when he’s feeling especially creative

let’s say you have a retail job

and you can’t have drawings anywhere noticeable per company policy

so you spend most mornings scrubbing off any evidence of karl

which like,,,, makes karl extremely sad but he’s a streamer AND his friends are streamers so he forgets some people have like. jobs that require dress codes

even when jimmy makes him scrub off his drawings, it’s only if they’re extra distracting

one day you finally get tired of waking up thirty minutes early every morning (can u pls draw somewhere that’s not noticeable in a uniform? thanks.)

karl draws a lil kermit the frog on his tummy and it shows up on yours. the marks are all jagged bc he kept laughing whenever the pen tickled him

but it’s so endearing that he followed ur instructions

he keeps the drawings to stomach, thighs, and sometimes his feet which he thinks is literally the funniest thing ever to your dismay (nice to feet you !!!! haha !!!!)

you don’t have time to watch streams unfortunately, but your best friend does :))

your bsf is on quacktwt so she knows who karl is

in one of quackity’s jackbox streams they make fun of karl’s drawing skills

and your friend is like ಠ_ಠ that is the same worm that is always on my bestie’s shoulder

and you’ve never told anyone that you know your soulmate’s name

so your friend only has a stupid (endearing) worm drawing for reference

she screenshots it and sends it to you like, lol quackity’s friend karl draws worms that look just like ur soulmate’s drawings

and ur like,,,,,, karl? his name is karl?

and bless ur heart that’s how u find out ur soulmate is a minecraft twitch streamer (derogatory)

you do your best to watch his streams and try to figure him out ,,,, like who he is as a person

and he’s just the biggest sweetie pie :((

you drew a rose for him during your lunch break one day and that night he showed his chat and got so excited

“chat i think they’re romancing me 0.0”

you get so thrilled that you draw him another doodle, this one of a lil heart

and he literally squeals and shoves his wrist against the lens so quickly that it blurs and makes you audibly laugh

you continue to draw him stuff throughout the next few streams

until finally he’s doing a chill alt stream, watching some yt vids

you know when karl is wrapped up in his fuzzy blanket and yawning while he tries to focus on the video :(((((((( yeah ://///

and you get so overwhelmed with fondness that you uncap your marker

(i like you karl)

and he doesn’t see it until he takes his arm out of the blanket to grab his can of monster

chat sees it first so they’re spamming

and when he reads it he gets SO red and he literally has to call the stream bc he’s too flustered to think of anything else

like he’s finally getting somewhere with you and he’s so so excited

when the stream ends he writes on his arm this entire anxious essay basically asking if you guys can find somewhere to meet or if he can at least have your number

and you can fill in the rest, but ofc the two of you become quite literally the dynamic duo.

absolutely adorable

your bestie makes you promise you’ll help her meet quackity since she basically made the discovery but that’s another story for another time

thank you for requesting !!!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

hey mother! <3 how have you been? i hope you know you've been a real help and i absolutely adore your blog, i swear, it's amazing!

anyways, i got back from school again. this time, we had a power outage during lunch break and let me tell you, living on the goddamned equator doesn't help that, especially since it was so hot and most of us were sweaty. he asked for my hand fan and of course i lent it to him.

nio asked me to switch seats with his seatmate so he could fan me as well. discreetly only though, since apparently that's considered as pda which isn't allowed either. the thought is what matters and the fact that he asked someone to switch seats with me is so sweet. he didn't talk to me much, but the silence was comfortable anyways so that didn't matter to me. it's sweet, honestly.

the fact that most girls in my class would talk about their crushes on our seniors and stuff, meanwhile i'm on tumblr expressing my interest in a guy to someone who cares more than my other female classmates could. this part isn't a vent, more of me feeling left out, but not enough to will me down. which is normal, sometimes i fit in, sometimes i don't. which i have accepted because the only reason i don't 'fit in' sometimes is because my interests aren't similar to theirs and i could never change my interests to fit in with them because i just love what i love.

also, i want to know, with all the updates i've given you; (hopefully i don't seem forceful on just randomly popping up from nowhere and suddenly sending you these updates); what romance trope do you think i'm going through? and which hq character best fits nio especially now that i've sent in a lot of these updates and he has much better depiction?

Hi!!! I've been good! Busy because it's almost time for me to send my rl kiddos back to school but I'm so ready 🤣 I love them but this summer has tested my patience! And thank you 🥺 this blog is totally my escape from the real world because it can be very hectic right now.

Ok first off, how sweet that you leant him your fan and that he switched seats to make sure you got some air too! I can't imagine living on the equator 😱 I live up towards the top of the United States, close to Canada. We have hot ass summers here but AC is really common so it's at least bearable. But not the power going out because omg I'd actually die!

Also, I'm just going to say this as a former teenager because I understand the pressure to fit in! Just remember it's ok to stand out and be different. It's ok to like what you like! Don't ever feel like you need to change for anyone because of any reason. It's then when you start to lose yourself and trust me, changing for anyone isn't worth it. You're the only one that matters to you and you should put yourself and your feeling first!

So I was trying to think of a good trope to fit this. It seems like a friends to lovers type but with more repressed feelings. Like he's trying to deny his feelings for you but he still wants to be close to you! He's giving me me Asahi or Kenma vibes. I totally feel like both of them would struggle to come to terms with their feelings!

[hitoshiikigai]

Foreign Feelings

anon request: Hiya there Sen!! I love your blog and i would love to read more of your writings. Can i request an imagine for being like a first year european shy student and becoming Nekoma’s manager, she slowly develops a crush for kenma but doesn’t know how to express her feelings because of language and because she thinks kenma won’t return her feelings

‪(o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ a/n 「i made it gender neutral, i hope that's ok and if it's not, i can change it to your liking! also, this is my first romance fic in my whole life, i hope it's satisfactory(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i feel like i just forgot the slowly part-」

‪pronouns used: they/them

‪word count: 2.8k

You continuously repeat your introduction in your head as you wait for your turn. It's ok, you can do this, you've learnt this in basic Japanese lessons, it's just a few lines. Nothing too complicated!

The voice of the person behind you breaks the chant in your mind, "I'm Haiba Lev and..." Your thoughts block out the rest of his introduction. Is he a foreigner too? That name definitely does not sound Japanese but you note of his perfect pronunciation- a screech of a chair moving startles you and you're suddenly aware of the eyes of your new classmates staring right at you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stand up, doing a bow, the Japanese words tumbling clumsily out of your mouth, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)- no wait- (L/N) (Y/N), please just call me (y/n). Nice to meet all of you." You keep your eyes on your desk as you bow once again before sitting back down. You pretend not to notice the murmurs and sounds of interest about the two foreign students in their class, busying yourself by preparing your things for the lesson.

Mechanical pencil on the right. Pencil case right above your notebook. The ruler-

"Psst... Hey, you're not from Japan, right?" You turn around to meet glowing green eyes that somehow made you feel like you were looking into a cat's eyes instead. You nod and he grins in what you could guess as excitement. However, before he could say any more, he was cut off by the teacher signalling the start of class.

Maybe he's a potential friend?

After a few lessons of trying to keep up with the lessons taught in Japanese, your brain's finally granted with a break from trying to translate and you can't help the sigh that escapes you as you rest your cheek on your table, closing your eyes.

"Hey Y/N! Wanna have lunch with me?" You open your eyes to see your tall classmate looming over you- right, his name's Lev. Or should you call him Haiba?

You quickly weigh the pros and cons of eating with him. He seems like a nice person to be friends with and having a non-Japanese friend in this less-than-familiar country could definitely do you some good, maybe your Japanese can improve faster as well. But... you were planning to just find some nice quiet spot to listen to music in hopes of preventing the growing headache, a result of an overwhelming first day.

Well, there's no harm, you suppose... "Sure, I don't mind," you agree and you search for your wallet in your bag as Lev waits patiently.

Once he sees you're ready, he smiles widely and starts walking to the cafeteria most likely and you follow him, having to walk slightly faster to keep up.

"Where are you from? I'm half-Russian but I can't speak Russian. Oh! I know a few people here already! I visited the school before the school year started and made friends with people from the volleyball team. I'm actually gonna join the team once they start taking in applicants and-" Lev rambles on and you could only hum or nod, insert a few words of your own when he asks a question until you reach the cafeteria.

"Lev! Here! You're late!" You see a student with black messy hair that spikes up everywhere except for the fringe that covers his right eyes waving his arm. Lev bounds up to the table with you in tow and you can already see a few curious eyes examining you. Your gaze sweeps across the table, an uninterested guy playing with a switch catching your eyes a tiny fraction longer than the others before you look down at the floor, shuffling just a bit behind Lev, your current shield.

"This is Y/N, my new friend! They're not from Japan and I thought I could show them around," Lev claps his hands on your shoulders and moves you forward, putting you right in the spotlight.

Oh no. Ok, deep breaths. A simple introduction, no big deal. It's definitely a smaller group, better than a whole class.

"H-hi..." You clear your throat, cursing yourself mentally for the stutter, and repeat yourself with what you hope was a stronger voice. There's a chorus of greetings and before you even realise, you find yourself squished between Lev and a friendly-looking guy with a buzzcut, who you soon come to know as Kai, after a round of introductions.

How did you end up here? In a gym full of flying balls that could accidentally hit your face anytime? With your arms full of water bottles that you just filled up? You definitely did not sign up for this... Ok, well technically you did, you just didn't know what was in store. Try being a manager just for one practice, they said. Somehow, it feels like you were tricked somewhere along the line.

You hand the water bottles to the boys, jolting slightly when your hand unintentionally brushes against Kenma's. He thanks you quietly and you only nod in acknowledgment, avoiding any form of eye-contact with him and quickly moving on to hand the rest of the water bottles out before going back to the sidelines to watch.

It's really amazing watching them play. Everyone seems so coordinated with each other and the teamwork is seamless. Despite that, there are a few individuals that pique your interest: Yaku who seems to be able to teleport anywhere in the court, Lev with his tall and powerful stature, and more importantly, Kenma with his smart plays. It's like he calls the game, dictating where and how the ball goes and it's a whole experience observing him. Of course, the other members are amazing in their own ways, watching the team play is like watching a well-oiled machine working.

"How are you, Y/N?" Kai asks from beside you, wiping his sweat and giving you a warm smile.

You peel your eyes away from the quiet setter to answer Kai, and also to make sure you aren't caught staring at the certain player, "It's..." You try to find the correct words in your brain as Kai waits patiently for your answer. "It's nice... to watch. Everyone's good." You blush in embarrassment at the simple words you used, not having the full vocabulary to communicate what you really want to say. Kai, being the angel he is, makes a noise of approval and gives another warm smile which at least make you relax.

"If you need help with anything, you can ask any of us," he tells you before going back to the courts. You bow to him which he only waves off, laughing amiably.

After attending a few more practice sessions and having lunch with the team almost every break, you've grown a bit more comfortable with them, especially with Kai and Yaku, along with Lev. The team always tried their best to use simpler words whenever they spoke to you and you're definitely grateful for their efforts. However, there's just one person you've barely interacted with:

Kozume Kenma.

The third years obviously noticed the lack of interaction, especially Kuroo and he made it his own personal mision to try to get the two of you to talk to each other more, albeit with many difficulties.

"Come on, Kenma. You don't think I don't notice you paying attention anytime Y/N talks? You're not exactly very slick, you always pause your games just for Y/N," Kuroo nudges Kenmas side with his elbow which Kenma slaps away in irritation.

"Shut up Kuroo."

Kuroo leans in closer to Kenma, "You can't tell me you don't notice Y/N staring at you during practice? Blushing whenever you're 5 metres away from each other? Or when-"

"Kuroo, please just shut up," Kenma groans and glares at his switch, clicking away at the buttons and suppressing the urge to scream in anger as the words 'GAME OVER' flash on the screen. Instead, he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply before letting out a long sigh.

Kuroo smiles knowingly before his eyes shift over to something behind Kenma.

"Kuroo-senpai? Kenma-senpai? Has Kai-san arrived yet? I need to ask him something..." Kenma stiffens as your soft voice reaches his ears. He bristles at the 'senpai' title attached to his name, wanting you to just rid of the honorific altogether. He was supposed to tell you, in fact, he had been wanting to tell you to just refer to him casually just like everyone does but he never got the chance. How could he when your conversations only last 30 seconds long each time?

Jump. Jump. Duck. Ju- GAME OVER.

He pressed down his buttons more aggressively, a frown slowly forming on his face. Why couldn't he be more talkative? Why is talking so hard? Why is talking to YOU so hard? Lev does it so easily, Kai too, and Yaku and... and just everyone in the team but him.

You stare in concern as you watch Kenma play angrily with his game and you look to Kuroo for answers only to be met with a shrug.

"Yaku will be running late, some class meeting or something," Kuroo stands up and stretches, walking out of the gym, "Meanwhile, I'll go get my things."

The sounds from Kenma's game filled up the awkward silence and you take a moment to steel yourself, walking towards Kenma. "A-are you okay, Kenma-senpai? You look... angry?" At your question, Kenma's fingers still and the sounds suddenly stopped.

Kenma looks up at you and places his switch on his lap before looking away. "I'm okay... I'm not angry." He mumbles and you smile in relief at his words. "Do you want to play?" He suddenly offers his switch to you and you blink in shock, never really having known or seen him to ever share his switch with someone, simply rejecting anyone- save for that tangerine boy from another school- who tried to even get their hands on his beloved switch.

Noticing your hesitance, he places the gadget on the bench, between the two of you, letting you take your time. You look back to search for anything that will clue you in if he doesn’t actually want to do this, but finding none, you gingerly take it, careful not to drop it or at least try to not leave any embarrassingly sweaty fingerprints. You feel Kenma shifting closer to you to get a closer look at the screen and you don’t know if you feel lightheaded from him being the closest he has ever been that you can actually feel body heat radiating from him or from forgetting to breathe. Trying to focus on the little digital character instead and your fingers clumsily hitting the buttons, a contrast to the way his nimble fingers moved with muscle memory.

And if you felt butterflies in your stomach as he occasionally positioned your fingers on the correct button, the butterflies immediately flew away the moment Lev walks in the gym and you were left with just tingling fingers.

You cradle the box of apple pie you bought in a rush from the bakery, trying to tidy up the ribbon you tied around it to make it more presentable. You had asked Kai about what Kenma liked because you knew there was no way you could write or even say anything close to romantic in Japanese, so you figured out you could give him little gifts, you know, actions soeak louder than words, that kinda thing? As you think of the many ways you could say something wrong by declaring your feelings to him in a foreign tongue like unknowingly saying something ridiculous, or stupid, or even worse, something dirty! Lev’s incessant teasing and mock-kissing noises only stopped when you reached the gym.

“Oh? Y/N-chan, who’s that apple pie for, I wonder,”Kuroo gives you a knowing look and blatantly stares at Kenma, who just seems unbothered. You try to reason yourself that he was only concentrating on his game. Ignoring Kuroo, you take a tentative step towards Kenma, making sure you’re in his line of sight before thrusting the box to him, “For you Kenma… Uh, enjoy it!” You blurted out before brisk walking to the equipment room to take refuge, not even waiting for his reaction.

You hear the muffled shouts of the boys and you can imagine them crowding Kenma. You wince in sympathy.

During the whole practice, you had to deflect the many looks and questions the boys gave you. Thankfully, Kai managed to stop them before it got too much. A godsend. Before any of them could corner you after practice, you zoomed past the gym doors the moment you were done with your manager duties, forgetting that you had barely paid any attention to Kenma the whole time.

“Lev, do you know who’s this from?” You ask Lev, holding up the canned drink that was left on your table.

“Oh, that’s from Kenma. He came here earlier to place it there. He honestly could’ve just asked me to pass it to you but he said I would lose it or something. How mean,” Lev huffs but you can only focus on the fact that Kenma went through efforts to make sure you received it.

“Thank you for the apple pie yesterday. It was really nice,” Kenma took a seat beside you, on the same bench you first played his switch together.

“T-thank you for the drink! It’s my favourite,” you smile shyly. The corner of his lips curl up, just ever so slightly, which you think was the trick of the light.

Kenma gives his switch to you, now a weekly routine for the both of you on days he finishes class earlier. The distance between you and him grew smaller and smaller until your elbows brush against his at any slight movement.

This is it. This is the moment. You made a mental deal with yourself a week ago. If you win this level today, the one where you always lose, you’ll confess to him and if you don’t, you’ll simply leave your feelings hidden and buried deep in the safe in your heart.

Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, refusing any help from Kenma (Kenma just ignored the tiny sting in his heart when you did).

In the meantime, Kenma takes the chance to watch you, sharp, feline eyes studying your features. The stray baby hairs peeking out after a long school day, the slight sheen on your skin from the hot and humid gym, the determination in your eyes. Determination? To beat the level? He restrains himself from chuckling at your cuteness. This felt very different when he watches Shouyo play his video games. Kenma just really feels different any time he’s around you.

You abruptly stand up and cheer, “I did it! Kenma, look!” You show him the screen with the words ‘MISSION COMPLETE’ flashing repeatedly on the screen. You grinned widely at him and he smiles back in fondness.

Suddenly, you go all quiet, which concerned Kenma. “I have something to tell you.” At that, he tilts his head, urging for you to go on.

“I… IlikeyouKenma!” Your words end up being stringed together but from the widening of his eyes, he mostly likely understood.

“You do?”

You nod with pink dusting your cheeks, your fingers fiddling with the ends of your blouse. You’re prepared to get rejected, maybe even move back to Europe and never show your face to him again. And if not, at least you could quit the manager position to avoid any future confrontations with him.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he replies softly, but it was definitely audible in the quiet gym.

And if all else fails- wait what? This time, it’s your turn to look at him wide-eyed, processing what he just said.

“Y/N! Did you leave me for your boyfriend?!” The doors burst open with Lev boisterously shouting, Yaku walking calmly behind him with a twitching eyebrow.

You backpedal away from Kenma, dropping the switch in surprise and you scramble to pick it up, saying a stream of apologies to him, wiping away the dust and checking for any cracks.

Yaku, being more aware of the mood, kicks the back of Lev’s knees, adding a smack to the back of the head for good measure, hissing, “Shut up, you idiot!”

You make eye contact with Kenma before bursting into giggles, him just letting out a snort. You’re just glad you managed to confess before Lev could confess for you.

[1 New Message]

Kenma: wanna beat the next level after practice? you can come over to my house for dinner

You: yes! i’d love to!

[themonotonysyndrome]

Chaos Horizon

Part 6 of the ‘Successors of the Future’ is out! Man, next week is already the new year... what a year this has been! Anyway, I don’t have a lot of things to say today so let’s get right to it! Oh, and have a happy holiday everyone!! 

Let us never forget that this whole series begin because of the amazing @tri3tri and her equally amazing fics and galaxy brain. If you haven’t check out her blog yet, then please do! I’m such a sucker for family drama and yandere characters and her blog continues to feed me whenever work stresses me out. 

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A year has passed in Twisted Wonderland. More importantly, for the students in Night Raven College. 

Renata has learned quite a few important things just this one, short year. Yes, she needed allies for the time when her father finally discover her presence here in Night Raven College, but she never expected to honestly care and dare she admits it, love Hoyle and Rex. 

They were nothing like the friends she made in her old school back at the other world. She noticed their true personalities underneath the surface with each passing days. Underneath his sarcasm, gung-ho attitude and sly tongue, Hoyle Trappola is someone who cares deeply for those who managed to see through him; see past his defences. Renata felt blessed to be his close friend after a night the three of them shared in her bedroom, just playing games and watching movies on his laptop. In a rare window of honestly after Renata explains about her family life and circumstances, Hoyle repaid her honesty by admitting that he wish that he could be a better son to his Dad. Being a single father is tough and despite doing his best to shield him from the hardships and struggles, Hoyle overheard one night when his Dad is talking to his grandparents on the phone. How they urged him to consider marrying a woman so he could have someone to support him and Hoyle in the house. 

This was when he was still a child.

Renata didn’t offer sweet, comforting words. She knows that all Hoyle wanted was to vent, so he let him talk while tucking her head on his shoulder and pressed close to his side. She listens because that was Hoyle needed. 

Rex is the total opposite of Hoyle, yet just as bright and amazing in his own way. Underneath his serious demeanours, resting bitch face and volatile impulses, Rex Spade is actually an insightful and gentle-hearted boy who looks out for Renata and Hoyle even when it’s unwarranted. Though it’s quite easy for them to persuade him to join in their shenanigans with a few teasing words and in Hoyle’s case, a challenge. 

Never had Renata enjoyed her school life with friends like these! 

The other important thing - or realisation - that Renata discovered is that her Mama’s friends always kept her in their thoughts. 

Though Hoyle’s Dad gobsmacked expression when he brought her to his home for Winter’s Break was, uh, an experience. To put it very mildly. 

Renata originally planned to return home via the same spell that Headmaster Crowley used all those years ago to send Mama and her siblings back to her world during Winter’s Break. But while Hoyle, Rex and her were hanging out and playing cards in Heartslabyul’s main lounge, Hoyle brought up in mid conversation that his Dad offered their home to stay if she had no way to go during the holiday. 

“You’ve been talking about me to your Dad?” Renata had asked, folding her cards on the table. It sucks to learned that she’s terrible at poker and she pouts whenever Hoyle snickered at another bad hand on her. “Or have you been complaining about me?” 

Beside him, Rex stares down at the cards in his hands, hard. As if they hold the answers to the universe. Around them, the other Heartslabyul students gave their table a wide berth, though there were a few brave souls that greeted Renata when they came over to tease Hoyle. 

Renata happily introduces herself to them as a show of appreciation. 

“A bit of both. Mostly complaining when we had to clean the Hall of Mirrors.” Hoyle easily admits without a shame. He gathered all their cards into a deck and shuffled them. “Anyway, you down? My Dad seems to know your Mum so he offered our place to stay if you don’t have any plans.” 

Ace trappola, one of Mama’s best friend that she mentioned before. Renata would like to see just what kind of man he is. 

With a nod, Renata reply, “If it’s no trouble then, yeah. I’d like to hang out at your place for Winter’s Break. I’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before.” 

And we’re now back to the present - where Renata and Ace are hanging out at his home; both waiting for Rex to show up with his Dad. 

It’s the last day before they had to returned to Night Raven College. 

“Have you met Rex’s Dad before, Hoyle?.” Renata asked, her eyes glued to the TV as she munches her bowl of cereals. They could hear his Dad walking about upstairs. 

“Have I met him before? Dude, he’s my godfather.” Hoyle scoffed, scarfing down the last bits of his own cereal before placing the empty bowl on the coffee table in front of them. A simple breakfast while watching the morning cartoons are the best. “Rex got his stick-up-the-ass attitude from his Dad.” 

“Ah. So he’s super strict?” Renata guessed. 

“More like serious, but he’s actually silly.” Hoyle amended. “He and my old man love to argue literally about anything and everything. They’re weird like that.” 

Renata just hums. She’ll get to meet him soon enough. Upstairs, his dad hollered at him to clean up so they could go out as soon as the Spade arrives. While the Trappola are getting ready, Renata gathered the dirty dishes from their breakfast and went to the kitchen to wash them. 

Mama always told her to be on her best behaviour if she’s under someone else’s house. 

Just as she puts the last bowl away, she heard heavy footsteps - heavier than Hoyle’s - coming from behind. 

“You really didn’t have to clean the dishes, you know. Usually Hoyle does it before we go out every Sunday.” Said Ace, leaning against the wall. 

“It’s not trouble at all, Mr. Trappola.” Renata assured him. She dry her arms by blowing hot air onto them before turning around to face her Mama’s best friend. “It’s nice that you finally look at me, instead of my horns.” 

“A-Ah, you noticed that?” Ace stammers, abashed that he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. 

“It’s cool, Mr. Trappola. I get that a lot at school too.” Renata admits easily. She’s gotten annoyed at him tip-toeing around ever since Hoyle introduces her. It was obvious that he has questions; it just that he doesn’t know how to ask them. 

Scrambling to salvage the situations, Ace took a moment to exhale harshly before he decides to be his honest self. “It was rude of me, yeah? We all didn’t know what to think when your mother just... disappeared one day and then suddenly, my kid brought back her own kid who just so happen to look like the King of the Valley of Thorns...” He trailed off and then he regards Renata with a severe expression. “What happened your mother, Renata-chan?” 

“It’s a long story, Mr. Trappola.” Renata said instead, smiling ruefully. “And I don’t want to ruin our day. Can I tell you and everyone what happened to Mama and us later tonight?” 

“Sure, kiddo... Is it alright for me to called you that?” 

“Mm-hmm! So what are we doing today, Me. Trappola?” 

It was nice to see the ice chip away from Ace little by little, now that the man sees past her appearance. While waiting for the Spade to arrive, Renata had a lot of fun chatting and laughing with Hoyle and his Dad, now that there’s no awkwardness lingering between them. Ace didn’t waste any time telling the teenagers all the trouble her Mama and him got into at Night Raven College and hearing the life that Mama had before Father kidnapped her was a blessing to hear. 

Judging from Ace’s story, it sounded like her Mama had a lot of people who truly loves her. It’s good to hear it. 

The buzzing of the doorbell interrupted Ace mid ranting how it was Deuce who often got them all in trouble - not him! - and MC never seem to realised that and no one back him up. His reminiscent were put on hold when Hoyle went up to usher the Spades in. 

Deuce Spade immediately blanked out, mouth slack-jawed the moment Renata waves hello to him. He looks as if he just saw a ghost. 

“Yeah, I know how it looks like.” Ace interjects when Deuce couldn’t stop spluttering and stammering, his eyes kept switching to Ace and then at Renata...and then back to his best friend. Ace just clap his shoulders in a comforting manner. Meanwhile, Rex ducked underneath the two men to scurried over where Hoyle and Ace are seated. He squeezes himself in between them to show them the new café that just open up in the Rose Kingdom through his phone. 

Once Ace managed to stressed out to Deuce that Renata will explain hers and MC’s story later in the evening, they all head out to town. 

“You said that you’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before, Renata?” Rex asked out loud for the others’ benefit. The town nearby to the Trappola house is bustling with life today. “Then there’s so many things you gotta check out! Do you like desserts? What kind of desserts do you like? Have you ever tried ice-cream cake before?” 

“Easy there, Rex. You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.” Deuce lightly scolded his son. His eyes linger a little too long at Renata before he caught himself and jerk away. “A-Anyway, how about we all walk around first and see what catches Renata-chan’s attention.” 

“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Spade!” Renata internally wondered if all of Mama’s friends would react this way when she introduces herself to them. 

That entire day, the Spade and Trappola played the perfect hosts to her. As they brought her to one shops after the other, chill out at the park after lunch and regale how the Queen of Hearts used to govern her kingdom, Renata found herself comparing the Country of Thorns to the Rose Kingdoms with every little things that she saw. Everything is so bright and... open here. The sun is shining down on them and everywhere they go, humans occupied the land but Renata did notice a few beastmen going about with their lives. It was nice to truly witness the world outside of Night Raven College and the Valley of Thorns. 

Hoyle and Rex made sure they kept close to Renata, shielding her with their bodies when strangers stare at her a little too long for their liking and would usher her into a shop or café to distract her from their curious stares. They weren’t subtle about it, but she is touched that they care about her that much. 

Renata is beginning to understand why Mama always talk so fondly about their Dads. 

After dinner, everyone returned to the Trappola’s house so Renata could finally explain herself. The living room is packed full and it reminded Renata of her siblings and Mama crowding in front of the TV to watch a movie. 

“Did Mama ever told you guys that while she was at Night Raven College, she met Father at night?” 

“Father... so your... Dad... really is...” Ace began, but unsure how to even continue but Renata save him the trouble with a nod. 

“Malleus Draconia. Mama said he’s a pretty big deal during his time at the school, being one of the top 5 strongest Magician in this world and all...” 

Hoyle scoffed. “Understatement, Renata. He’s the strongest Magician in all of Twisted Wonderland now. The number 1.” He explains. 

Well. Renata wonders how her little sister would react to this when she tells her later. 

Renata then continue on with the story. “Mama explained that they were friends and that in the beginning, everything was fine. But in the end, their story completely went off the train tracks.” 

And so, for the rest of the evening, Renata did her best to explain what had happened to Mama as honest as possible. They love Mama and so they deserve the truth. 

She told them everything that Mama had told her and her siblings. Of Mama’s friendship with Malleus Draconia and how what looked like a happy ending turned horribly wrong when her Father was consumed with the horror that one day he would outlive his wife and one and only dear friend. His intense love, possessiveness and obsession with her and their children blinded him to everything else - to the point that he kept their Mama and them in a gilded cage. 

Renata kept her dislike over Bellatrix to herself when she explains how they managed to escape from the castle on the eve of her Father’s second wedding. In the end, it was thanks to Headmaster Crowley that they could live freely in the other world. 

Until the Ebony Carriage came to pick her up and now, here they are.

Renata watches her audience did their best absorb the information overload.

“I never thought...” Ace muttered, distressed. His bit his lower lip, thinking hard. “I never thought that Malleus Draconia had MC all along... what a fucked up situation!” 

Deuce is troubled as well. “Poor Prefect... to think the Malleus Draconia fell in love with her... No wonder we couldn’t find her!” 

Beside him, Rex nods furiously while Hoyle is already growing bored of this conversation. “It sucks, but it sounds like your Mum is pretty badass for a magicless human. I mean, being able to escape from the most powerful Magician ever in Twisted Wonderland? The King of all dark Fae? Kudos to her.” Hoyle interjects. “So, what’s gonna happen now? You said that your Dad is crazy possessive over you guys, so I very much doubt it if he’s not looking for you guys. Even until now.” 

Finally! They’re getting to the good parts. 

And so with a curious smile, Renata asks, “Funny that you mentioned that. Do you guy know what Sebek Zigvolt is up to these days?” 

-

Night Raven College’s Entrance Ceremony is always a big event on this island every year. 

He was one of the main characters last year - of the many that was addressed by the Mirror of Darkness - but as a Second Year student, he’s standing among the rest of the older Savanaclaw students now. Scenting the newly sorted First Year cubs and waiting for the whole thing to wrap up already. 

At the centre of the chamber, the headmaster continues to called out names to step forward and face the Mirror of Darkness. 

Amber Leech, Aeacus Shroud, Felix Felmier... the ceremony goes on. 

“Psst! Bakari!” A voice suddenly whisper. 

Bakari turn his head to the side and there’s Renata with her ceremony robes’ hood up, beaming at him. She’s standing away from her Diasomnia mates, a good space between her and the crowd at the back that no one seems to pay her any attention. 

Bakari slips away from the rest of the Savanaclaw students in favour of walking towards her. 

“How’s the fresh meats?” Was the first thing that Renata asked him.

“Some of them look promising.” Bakari admits. “More predators than preys so far.” 

“Oooh, Savanaclaw’s hierarchy is so harsh.” Renata reply a bit absentmindedly. Bakari notices that her green eyes are scanning the room and the crowds around them. Looking for someone. Something unpleasant churns in his stomach but he resolutely ignores it. “Are you gunning for the Dorm Leader’s position?” She wondered.  

Bakari scoffed, his tail flicking irritably just at the mere thought. Unlike his Dad, he has no lofty ambitions to secure a powerful position for himself. “Savanaclaw is governed by the laws of the strong eating the weak. You have to be the strongest in order to be the Dorm Leader and I have better things to do than watching over my dorm members.” 

Like figuring out how to appease his Dad after he told him to stay away from the lizard bastard’s whelp during Winter’s Break. Regardless of her surname. 

As if he’s going to do that though. He wants to fully unravel the mysteries of Renata MC/S. For the time being, she’s the most interesting creature in Night Raven College. 

“Sounds tough.” Renata murmurs. “Well, it’s a good thing that you don’t want to be a Dorm Leader! Otherwise your workload would take you away from me.” 

Bakari just hums. Already gotten used to her offhanded flirting. 

The two of them watch in the background as the group of First Year students gradually thinned out. The headmaster’s loud voice carried to the back of the chamber. 

“... Sherrie MC/S, please step forward!” 

Murmurs erupted when said student pulled down her hood, a pair of black horns is clear for all to see. 

Bakari glance to his side to see Renata beaming. “You were looking for your sister?” 

“Something like that! It’s so nice when everything is coming together, don’t you think?” Renata chuckles, pleased with herself for some odd reason. It just made Bakari more and more intrigue. 

And the uncomfortable feeling within him vanish just like that. 

“...Octavinelle!” 

The murmurs now turn into confused whispers and fingers are pointing as they all watch Renata’s little sister melded into the crowd of new Octavinelle students. Some of the students nearby even glance behind to stare at Renata and when she cocked an eyebrow at them, they quickly turn away. 

“Octavinelle? Did the Mirror made a mistake?”

“I thought only merfolks are sorted into Octavinelle.” 

“Those horns looks just like her’s. There’s no way she’s a merfolk!”

“Maybe her magic is not as strong to be sorted to Diasomnia?”

The students of Night Raven College sure love to gossip, Renata couldn’t help but internally mused. Even worse than those back in her old school. 

“Guess you’re planning to catch up with her after the ceremony?” Bakari assumed, casting a sideway glance to gauge her expressions. 

“I’ll meet up with her tomorrow, after she settles in for the night.” Renata answered. “There’s no need to rush. We have lots of time to prepare for the future.” 

-

Ok! I think I did ok with this oneshot. Editing, was as usual, a bit tedious but the power of Miku’s songs prevail and I manage to push this through! Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday. 

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Eyes Off You - Mick Schumacher

*Repost as I wanted it in a separate post rather than an ask, to make my blog organized. Hope you guys don’t mind :)*

I have changed things up a little but I hope you will still enjoy this! I loved writing it and tried to use everything you mentioned. Thank you for requesting and also reading!

TW: Body image issues (mild)

Note to Anon: Please never ever think like you’re not worth it just because you’re ‘out of someone’s league’! I wasted years of my life hating myself and feeling like crap just because people made me think I wasn’t worth anything. You’re unique and they’re just blind to see it. Rock on and show them that they’re the ones who are not worth your worrying, anxitey and thoughts! Love you! ❤️

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When Mick asked me to dress up and meet him in the park close to our house, I can’t lie that it wasn’t a bit confusing. I didn’t remember the date to be anything special really, and I couldn’t get myself to remember if we had anything planned for the day previously. He just got back home for their usual longer summer break between race weekends, which we usually spent laying around in bed for a few days before we felt energized enough to spend time outside the confinement of our home. But now he was up on his feet already on the first day, making us take a walk around the city and as it turns out he had plans for the following days as well. I couldn’t lie, it made me excited but at the same time so confused, about where all of this energy was coming from. Normally I waited with my vacation time off work for him, and only took out days when it was sure that he was going to be free. This meant I was quite busy with work during the remaining days of the year, making me tired and grumpy for the first days I had off in between. It was lucky that on most occasions we had at least a week together, which meant I could lay around lazy for a few days before we would get on with our planned activities. He did surprise me by not letting me just waste a day or two.

My mind started running at the speed of light when I found the little note on our bed, telling me to dress up pretty because he would take me out as soon as he’s gonna be back from his family’s place. I always loved surprises, even more the ones he planned out for us, but knowing we had to go out or it stepped onto a territory that made my anxiety skyrocket. I was never the social type, as I felt content with the group of friends I had since our high-school years. I knew I could trust them and never really tried to meet other people, be it a party or any kind of set up where you had to communicate with strangers. That’s probably why I never really accompanied him to any ceremonies or team parties when I had the chance. It was clear to me that I would just be an anxious mess, and I really didn’t need his friends and colleagues to realise how much Mick and I didn’t match. It was enough when my own brain stood against me and tried to persuade me into believing what we had would never truly work out in the long run. In moments like that I couldn’t even make out how we went from meeting at the beach in Hawaii to today.

° ° °

I didn’t really know how my friends got me to go with them to Hawaii as a summer vacation, and having been here with them for the past half a week I have felt a bit of regret. What was strange that I did enjoy myself and all the plans we had, even if every night I felt like I would rather be home and just relax in my own bedroom, maybe going out with my family for walks or meals at max. That was enough for my social side usually for a whole year. Having people around me 24/7, that tried interacting with me all the time was exhausting. The only thing that made this holiday bearable was that they knew all of this and gave me space when they saw I would need it, but pushed me to take part in the original plan when I was just making up excuses.

Our usual plans consisted of sleeping, eating, going to the beach, taking walks and repeating all four of those activities until our holiday would end. It was usually the beach that I missed out on when I needed a bit of time for myself, but still made sure I spent more time with them than I did alone in our rented house. It would have been a waste of time and money if I didn’t challenge myself a little bit, to be more outgoing. I still wasn’t adventurous enough to for example be in front of them in only a bikini or bathing suit, but I luckily never felt overdressed with my shorts and sleeveless shirts while playing some kind of sports in the sand. Thanks to the boys in our group it was usually football as there were some goals set up in the shade, but we sometimes could get them to play some volleyball too. I probably looked out of place next to all of them wearing their bathing suits or pants and then there I was in full clothing. The only way I could distract myself by only paying attention to the games we played trying to win for our team.

It was maybe our fifth day when we started to see another group of people around our age attending the beach every day. We spent a day just passing each other before one of them challenged us for a volleyball ‘tournament’ and then the next day a football one. It turned into a daily activity and even I was surprised how much I enjoyed it, both the games we played and the conversations we had. They seemed really cool and with several of them I felt like we would be quite good friends outside this holiday. One of them stood out to me even more than the other few guys, by the name of Mick. The girls of course saw it from the outside and I was teased for until the last day when I got myself together and in the end swapped phone numbers with him.

I still didn’t think too much into it, knowing we will probably just forget about even meeting each other. I can still remember how surprised I was when just days after getting back to my usual home routine he texted me, announcing that he’s gonna be in my hometown soon and that he would live to meet up with me. And he didn’t disappoint, going for lunch and a walk around the city with me in just a few weeks time. I can still feel how fast my heart was beating when he revealed to me why he was here and how I felt like a complete fool for thinking he was just a normal kid. I couldn’t have been farther off the truth. That was the first day when I could laugh at my own stupidity whole heartedly, as I couldn’t hold back my embarrassed chuckling at hearing him laugh. If someone told me I’ll get the chance to listen to his laugh almost every day in our future, I would have called them crazy for sure.

° ° °

Putting the little note aside onto the bedside table as I sat down on the mattress, laying back still trying to figure out what he could have planned for us. I was just turning a bit to get my head on my pillow, with my hand sliding under it as I usually liked to sleep when my fingers met with something there that felt like paper. Pulling it out my eyes met with another now purple colored post-it, with his handwriting on it, saying ’It’s gonna be just the two of us, don’t stress about it’ and a little kissy face making me chuckle. He knew me too well and this note showed that he really did think about any possibility so he wouldn’t have to be home to get me out of the house. With a sigh I pushed myself off the bed so I could open up the wardrobe and in a way I knew there would be a twist even before I could see inside. Next to all my usual dresses and blouses hanging under the shelves was another black hanger with a white protector fabric encasing the dress it was probably holding up. The note on it was a simple winky face and I took it out with my head shaking at his antics and how I should have known he would get me something to wear.

I laid it onto our bed, opening up the protector’s zipper and my smile grew wider as my eyes caught the deep red colour of the silk that was hiding under it. Seconds later I was already lifting up the hanger, the dress itself following it flowing through the air with such an ease it made you think it was probably made from it with how light it was. When I turned it around my mind was just about to go into panic mode again at how open the backside was, but the note I discovered stuck to it made me take a deep breath and calm down instantly. ’Remember Hockenheim in 2018?’ I read the words slowly and couldn’t help but smile at the memory it brought up in my mind.

° ° °

When Mick invited me to the Hockenheim GP, the last three races of their season, everyone knew it would be a weekend for celebrations as whatever would have happened he was winning the Championship and no one could stop him. His point advantage put him into a position where not even the driver who was in second place could switch him out, even if they won all three races and Mick would miss out on them. Everything seemed relaxed around his part of the team as everyone knew this last weekend was like a celebratory run for them after all the hard work they put into the season.

The first race wasn’t his best ever but then took second place in both the second and third one, securing his title for the season. As soon as he was out of the car it was all about celebrating both his and the team’s performance. I had the widest grin of my life on my face as we watched him step onto the podium receiving his P2 trophy  and  then later the one for the Driver’s Championship. It took us three times the usual time to get back to the hotel as everyone was taking pictures with him. Even I got one with him, with which I couldn’t hold back from posting about his achievement. It felt like eternity until we were back at the hotel, and the P2 trophy was still in my hand as we entered his room. I was holding it right until he swept me up into a tight hug and I rather placed it onto the coffee table, before I would drop it.

It wasn’t a surprise when after dinner and a couple of drinks we ended up in the bed together with his shirt already off and mine pushed halfway up my torso when I came to my senses. My mind panicked immediately at all the imagined scenarios coming to me, about him leaving after seeing how I actually look. I was always insecure about my whole body, but mainly my back as my skin there was always full of spots and scarring. The thought of him seeing it freaked me out, don’t even start me on thinking about him touching it. Coming back from my thoughts I took in a shaky but deep breath making him glance at me, pushing himself up a little. I just tried kissing him, to get him to continue but there was worry in his eyes and even though he quickly pecked my lips once again he wasn’t getting back to his previous actions.

“ I’m not going any further until you tell me what got you so out of it. ” He stated, still looking me in the eyes and making me gulp. “ What’s the matter? We don’t have to do anything, there’s no musts here. Just tell me what’s wrong, please. ” He asked again, making me just shake my head as I didn’t trust my voice. I felt like his eyes were boring into me so deep he could see my soul.

“ It’s stupid… but I’m just not… not perfect in any way? ” I finally spoke up, making him furrow his brows in confusion as one of his hands came up to my face to get my hair off my cheek. I knew he was trying to get more info out of me.

“ What isn’t perfect? ” He asked like I just told him something stupid, that doesn’t even exist. I debated telling him or just  making a run for it and maybe never talking to him again as anxiety made my throat close up for a second.

“ Everything? Mostly my back. ” I answered him in the end, my next blink lasting longer than usual as I needed a second to compose myself. “ It’s just bumpy and gross. ” I added, not really knowing where my sudden courage came from. When my eyes opened up he was still looking at me but then pushed himself up a little, my hands falling onto my stomach from his sides.

“ Turn around. ” He said, making my heart miss the next beat and my eyes widen. “ Please.” He added with a sigh, sending me a calming smile and my body moved on it’s own sitting up before I turned my back to him. “ Can we take this off? ” I heard his voice as two of his fingers came under the material of my shirt. I was about to shake my head but then it ended up as a nod. If I trusted someone it was him.

After helping me pull my t-shirt off he let me lay back down and I turned my head to the side as it was back on the pillow. Like this I could also see him, giving me the possibility to stop him he was about to do something I wouldn’t have liked. He first just left a little kiss on my cheek, making me smile contently and almost forgetting what was happening, before he went down my neck and my back with his lips. My breath was stuck in my throat until his face came back to mine and I forced some air into my lungs.

“ There’s nothing wrong with you, your body, your back or your skin. Yeah? Nothing wrong. ” He told me again, laying back down next to, with his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “ The only thing wrong here is the idiot who made you think you’re any less than perfect. ” He added, kissing me and I felt like I would never be able to separate from him. Lucky I wouldn’t have to for at least the next month.

° ° °

As I took the little slip of paper off my fingers ran over the silky fabric, the delicate little chain catching my sight with the sparkling diamonds following each other for the whole length of it. It was a strange jewelry and took me a second to understand it was deliberately placed at the back and not in the front of it. The image inside my head made me gasp as I imagined how it would look on someone and how it would accentuate their back, the shiny metal catching everyone’s glance. Even though my skin was in it’s best ever state I was still quite conscious about it, and made sure most of the time to wear things that I knew would cover any imperfection of it. I knew that his plan with this was to make sure I finally embraced it, how I should have then even back then.

I fought with myself for a bit but then took the dress off the hanger and laid it down onto the bed. I still had to take a shower and do both my makeup and hair. I stayed with the most minimal amount of makeup, mostly focusing on my eyeliner and mascara with some nude colored lipstick that wasn’t far off the original color of my lips. I didn’t spend lots of time on my hair either, letting it flow freely after going through it with a brush and parting it at the usual place. The last step was getting into the dress and zipping it up on the side. When I felt like I had everything with a last check in the full body mirror I was about to change my mind at my reflection when I noticed one more little note from him. ‘You look perfect, don’t question it. Car waiting for you in front of the building.’ There was the time too, when the car would arrive at ours, which was minutes away and with a last sigh I took a thin blazer from the wardrobe before putting on my heels and leaving the house. I locked the door, making sure I won’t be able to get back inside easily, so I couldn’t change my mind.

I didn’t even have to wait a minute longer for a car to park down in front of the exit and I got in without a question when the driver called out my name. I wasn’t even anxious anymore when he restarted the engine, more like excited. So much I felt like I couldn’t sit through our drive. We were waiting at a red light and from my seat I could see the park, which was Mick’s and my favourite place for morning runs or even picnics, making me reach up to my neck, my fingers immediately wrapping around the little pendant that was hanging there on a delicate gold chain.

I remember seeing him crashing into a tyre wall and waiting for him to finally confirm that he was alright. It was the first time since I started watching the races that I saw him getting so close to being hurt and I wasn’t looking forward to any more of these. He probably knew that I would be a bit upset, worried about his well being after realising how dangerous their job actually was. It was just two days later when we were already home and he gave me a little box. It contained a medium sized pendant, quite similar to his. I knew his was from his family, to bring luck to him and I hoped mine would bring some more luck not even just to me but him too. From the moment I put it on, I never took it off again for longer than an hour.

“ We’re here. ” The driver’s voice made me blink away the memory that came up for me, making me turn my head towards him. “ He’s waiting. ” He added with a smile, pointing towards the entrance of the little park that I knew so well.

I quickly thanked him for getting me here before leaving the vehicle and going towards the open gates. We usually just walked by this place and I always found it astonishing as it looked like a fairy land with the lightning all around the place and the pagodas, where people could just sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee or tea with some desserts. However, now it was empty, and the only thing that I could hear was soft music playing in one of the small buildings. Having no clue about where I should go my only hope was following the sound to one of the more hidden pagodas, that was lit up outside even more than the others. I was getting confused and almost giving up when he finally stood up and I could let out a relieved sigh. There was a huge grin on his face, making me smile too although I felt a little embarrassed even though it was only him standing in front of me. I knew he would never give me a reason to feel bad about myself or what I was wearing.

“ You look stunning. ” He came up to me, pulling me into a hug and leaving a kiss on my lips. “ I’m really happy you stayed with the dress. ” He added, making me smile up at him as I initiated another kiss between us, before I let him lead me into the little building.

“ Thank you. This is fabulous as well. I knew it was beautiful, but never thought it’s this cozy. ” I looked around again, not even paying too much attention to him, completely missing him taking my blazer off my shoulder so he could hang it on the wall next to his one.

“ I've wanted to take you here since we first saw it. It was just never the perfect timing. ” He let out a sigh, his hand coming up to my back and it sent a shiver down my spine as the jewelry’s colder chain got in contact with my skin. I knew he saw and maybe even felt it, but never commented on it, deeming it a normal reaction.

“ It would have made it the perfect timing. ” I shrugged a little, sitting down on the chair he pulled out for me, before sitting down opposite me. “ Other than it being too cold to just sit around, I can’t really think about anything that would make me wanna leave early. ” I looked around again. My eyes followed the fairy lights’ cable running all around us and up a tree next to the pagoda.

Having the place for ourselves made it even more magical than how it would normally feel like. Even though we weren’t served by a waitress he had everything we could need, next to the table. He prepared sandwiches with little fruit salads and also our favourite drink. I’m sure we would be having coffee if we were here in the morning, but I also knew we would never sleep if we got caffeine in our systems now. From the outside it probably looked funny as we ate the sandwiches while wearing clothes that would fit into the poshest restaurants but I wouldn’t have changed one bit about tonight. Everything was part of what when considered a perfect date, even if it wouldn’t mean the same for another couple. Everyone’s taste is different and that’s what made it even better, that I could see how much Mick knew my favourite details. I still couldn’t believe what I did to deserve the life I had now and all the changes Mick brought into it by being next to me whenever I would need him and the support.

I was about to thank him for everything, that he made this happen, when he pulled his phone out and I could see as he opened up his camera started recording a video. Instead of lifting it up to record us, he propped it up on the table in a way that it would take in the space next to our pagoda, before standing up and going to the music player that controlled the whole system around the garden. I followed him with my eyes, curiously waiting to hear the song he would choose. I recognised it just two seconds into the start of it, making me not even think about it when he reached out his hand towards me. It was our song, however cliche that is, that we danced to in Hawaii, at the beach party that we attended on the last day of my holiday. Back then I thought we would never ever meet again in person, thought we would be parting ways forever as I had to leave with my friends. It would have been a perfect last memory for the few weeks we spent there, but it became even more magical when there was a text waiting for me to turn on my phone that turned into us talking on the phone constantly and then meeting again in my home town just a few months later.

Even though neither of us was a good dancer we made it work, swaying left and right to the slow beats of the song with my arms around his neck and his circling my hips and resting on the small of my back. I let my eyes close and my head slowly fall forward until my forehead was resting on his shoulder. I felt as he rested his head on mine for a second before his lips left a kiss on my jaw and then neck, followed by several on the skin of my shoulder.

“ This is perfect. ” I sighed out, and I was sure my mum would tease me about how I was beaming with a smile so wide the Cheshire cat could be jealous. I wasn’t ready for it to end and was glad of his choice when the song restarted, meaning the silence didn’t break the moment.

“ What do you think about making our forever this perfect? ” I felt his breath on my neck from his whispering, and I nodded with a smile, not thinking much of it. It was when he stepped back a little and I could see the little box in his hand when my hand came up to cover my surprised expression. “ I know you never thought a silly holiday with friends would end with something like this, but I’m planning on making that just one of the things that worked out quite well in our life. Will you be my partner in making everything better and marry me? ” He asked, already on one knee and opening up the top of the box, revealing a ring that was shining in the light coming from the lanterns and fairy lights.

The only thing I could remember after that was him standing next to me again, the both of us enveloped in a hug while I could already feel the comforting weight of the ring on my finger. The song was still flowing through the air around us, making me feel like I was part of the imaginary world built up inside my head, that I thought would never be my reality. I couldn’t wrap my mind around all the images and thoughts that were running around my head about our future, but feeling his embrace around my body I knew it would all workout. I already had him and that was everything I needed to live my life happy. Or should I say our life now?    

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Clingy (Alternate Ver.) (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A soft, clingy Todoroki just wants your love and attention.

Word count: 1,382

Tags: @yuki-osaki @cyanide9602 @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: Basically a more fluffy redo of Clingy, this is more the mood for how I wanted it to turn out, but the former one came out a bit spicy, so here’s the fluffy version this almost went spicy again because Love Talk was playing fignoigboig had to switch it REAL QUICK

I’m also really quickly approaching my 100th post and idk what to do about it??  And I still need to do an event for 2k (well, I can push it off to 2.5k since that’s coming soon too...) ahhh I can’t Tumblr 😔

There's nothing more adorable than a clingy, needy Todoroki, I've come to realize.

A sweet start to my morning was Todoroki's head leaning against the door frame, the most affectionately soft smile gracing his handsome features.  He was holding a paper bag in his hands, which he held out to me as soon as I opened the door.  "Good morning, love.  I brought you breakfast."

I took the bag from him, peaking inside only to see my favorite breakfast sandwich from the convenience store awaiting me.  "Wait, you woke up earlier just to get me breakfast?"

"Mhm, just for you."  Unbothered by me about to protest, he kissed my forehead to cut me short.  "I thought it would make you happy since you're not a morning person."

As I ate my sandwich on our short walk from the dorms to the academic building, his arm remained planted around me, anchored right around my waist.  Normally, he isn't the type to show excessive public displays of affection, but I didn't mind it.  For his troubles, I wordlessly offered a bite of my sandwich to him, to which he graciously accepted before pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek in thanks.

He's in an awfully good mood today, I thought to myself.  I could get used to this side of him.  I placed my hand on his around me and snuggled against him.

Once we reached the classroom, he followed me straight to my desk, pulling the chair next to me just to continue nuzzling me, almost falling asleep while playing with my hands in his.  Even as Kaminari teased him from across the room for being whipped, he ignored the boy and laid another feathery kiss over my knuckles.

"There's nothing wrong with being whipped when you just want to shower love on your darling," he mumbled cheekily just for us to hear.

"But there's such a thing as too much public affection, Todo."  I stroked his cheek.  "Besides, Aizawa's gonna be here soon, and you've displaced Mina for long enough."

"I'm totally fine with that!"  The pink-haired girl called from across the room with Asui and Hagakure.  "You guys have as much time together as you want~!"

"Seems I have her blessing," my boyfriend replied with a teasing smile, his face inching towards mine.

My heart skipped a beat.  "We can do this later when we're alone."  I reached my hand up to block his oncoming love-attack.  Now, this level of affection was turning strange.

His puckered lips turned deflated into a small - albeit, adorable - pout.  "Fine."  But something tells me he's not going to be satisfied wait that long.

At that moment, Aizawa walked in and Todoroki returned to his seat, but not before sneaking another quick peck on top of my head, his warm touch lingering on me for as long as he could before finally being out of distance.  I didn't even have to turn to see Ashido smirking at me, my cheeks and ears heating up at the embarrassment that everyone must have seen.  Aizawa's tired gaze even flickered between us, causing me to bury my head in my book.

During break, Todoroki's intense appetite for skinship and affection wasn't quelled.  I felt his eyes boring into the back of my head for the entirety of class, and I know he wasn't going to give up at all.  He was keen on getting what he wanted in any way he can.

Before going to lunch, I had stopped to talk with Ashido and Kirishima outside the classroom.  Todoroki had silently slid himself behind me, patiently waiting for us to finish our conversation so we can have lunch together as per our usual routine.  Slowly, he started migrating closer and closer to my body, wrapping one arm around me first.

"Can we go now?" he whispered in my ear.  "I'm hungry."

"You don't have to wait for me, go with Midoriya for now," I replied.

He breathed out an annoyed sigh, the cool air tickling the side of my neck.  "You aren't talking about anything special.  Besides, I'm still waiting for that kiss you promised me."

My face immediately turned hot again despite keeping my expression as neutral as it was before.

"Uh, Y/n, you okay there?" Kirishima perked up once he sensed my discomfort.

"Y-Yeah, totally fine-"

"Todoroki must be needing something," Ashido giggled, obviously knowing what was going on.  "You can worry about the tutoring stuff some other time, we can work out the schedule details some other time."

"No, it's fine we can work it out now!" I spoke a little too quickly to be natural, since my boyfriend fully captured me, his colder arm joining the other, and rested his head squarely on my shoulder.

"You seem to have a more pressing matter," Kiri chuckled.

“Just kiss me already,” Todoroki whispered in my ear. “Please?  I've been waiting patiently."

My body shivered at his bold request.  He must be that desperate.  “Fine, I’ll talk to you guys later, I need to take care of this.”

At my surrender, Todoroki towed my body backwards, away from the cafeteria back into our classroom.

Mina whistled shamelessly, “Yeah, we know, go take care of your man!”

Ahh, it's not like that! I wanted to scream, but my impatient boyfriend kicked the door closed.

I turned around to stare at him head on.  "You are super needy today."  I only had the heart to be half serious, ending up chuckling halfway through.

Todoroki was pleased with himself, puckering his lips as he gently cradles my head in his palms, anticipating his long-awaited reward.  How can I say no to that?

I closed the distance with a quick, tender kiss, but as soon as we parted for a moment, he pulls me back in, stealing my lips in more gentle caresses.  His gentle but powerful love obvious in his kisses, never ceasing to move my heart and body towards him.

I smiled against his lips, entwining my fingers in his hand cupping my cheek.  "You were really yearning for that kiss, weren't you?"

“I wanted to be alone with you even before that.”  His breathtaking smile played on his lips again before he moved towards his desk, tugging me by our entwined hands.  "I wanted to have lunch together, just us."  He pulled out two sets of bento lunches.  "My mom instructed me how to make bento went I visited her over the weekend."

I pulled the chair in front of his place towards his desk so I could sit across from him.  "Really?  I can't wait to try it."

"It's not much, but I wanted to make you lunch since you're my special person."  He pecked my nose and set one wrapped bento on my side.

"You're always spoiling me, getting me breakfast and now this?"  I untied the knot on the furoshiki and lifted the lid on the box.  "Todoroki!" I cooed.  Two small onigiri with seaweed smiley faces stared back up at me on one side of the box.  The other side had a tamagoyaki arranged in the shape of a heart wrapped in lettuce, some cherry tomatoes, and marinated pieces of meat wrapped in another lettuce leaf.  "This is so cute!"

He chuckled at me.  "Well, my mother did say to eat first with your eyes before your mouth."

Taste I did, and everything was delicious.  My stomach was happy with how spoiled I was.  Our lunch was spent feeding each other while I admired my boyfriend's chewing faces.  Something about his cheeks being satisfyingly full filled my own heart with tenderness.  "You must've been anxious waiting for lunch the entire morning."

He wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb.  "I woke up extra early, a little early actually, so I had time to pick up breakfast as well.  Did you enjoy it?"

I patted my belly.  "I'm always happy with food, but it's especially good when it's made by you, Todo."  I leaned forward in my seat.  "I'd like to give my compliments to the chef."

His mismatched eyes danced in glee, eagerly waiting for his payment.  I pressed a kiss to both his cheeks and one on his nose.  "For my precious boy."

"I'll be sure to do this more often if my reward is kisses."  He continued finishing his last few bites with his soft, accomplished smile.

If this is what a clingy Todoroki has in store for me, then I would gladly put up with his needy behavior for these treasured moments.

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Got any romanogers nsfw headcanons you want to share? I love your writing and I need cheering up after endgame 😭

Oh, mate, you and me both. I’m so sorry this is so late!

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w e l l, we’ll start with a true classic.

At some point, no matter what, Nat will wrap her legs around him and roll them over. Every single time. He’ll know it’s coming, but he’ll never know exactly when, and when she settles on top of him it’ll always be with a smirk.

Following on from that, neither of them have dominance for too long, they’re constantly switching. They’re much like they are out in the field, challenging each other, giving in to each other, wanting to help, wanting to please, wanting to rile. They’re just as submissive and just as dominant as each other, happy to relent for a little while, but then switching and needing to have the upper-hand.

Steve is very into over-stimulation, giving it, that is. There’s something about making Natasha Romanoff come undone over and over and over again, with his mouth, fingers and cock that just makes him so hard.

‘One more for me, come on…’ is a phrase she’ll often hear, and she’ll give him as many as she can because, fuck, she loves it.

The fact he has more stamina than the average man helps, too; he can feel her come around his cock and come inside her several times during the night if they so wish to.

Nat loves to pull at his hair, rake her nails down his back and dig them in, to bite at his shoulder, and he loves it, too, because when they’re fucking is when she’s truly free and herself and really giving up control.

They’re both into breath-play because it’s the ultimate sign of trust, and that’s the greatest foundation of their relationship. Plus, Nat loves the light bruises they leave.

In fact, they both love leaving bruises full stop. It’s a reminder of what they did and catching glimpses of it during the day makes them both smile.

Nat loves texting him to meet her in a conference room at SHIELD, closing and locking the door once he’s inside and pushing him onto the table. They both get off on the thrill, the possibility someone could walk by and hear them, knowing they need to hurry and teasing each other, pushing the other to come first.

They’ll do that at Tony’s parties, too, finding a quiet room when they’re bored and fucking, fully clothed, loving the thrill of returning to the party as if nothing happened, catching each other’s eye.

Nat will randomly send him tasteful nudes, sometimes at 10:27AM, sometimes on their lunch break, sometimes late at night. He loves it and hates it in equal measure because she’ll somehow time it when he’s out in public and can’t do anything his erection.

They love and hate phone-sex; love the anticipation, that they can’t touch each other, that they have to imagine it, that they have to use their words to get each other off, but then sometimes one of them just can’t take it anymore and hates it.

‘Don’t fucking move, I’m coming over.’

She loves tying him up, because she knows knots even he can’t get out of. She loves being able to touch him as slowly as she likes, loves teasing him, loves that he’ll strain against the ropes, desperate to touch her, until he’ll snap and manage to break them, pulling her closer.

In turn, he loves holding her wrists above her head, by her sides, behind her back. He loves restraining her himself, murmuring, ‘No, no, no… Just feel it…’

They’re both hugely into dirty talk, and Steve is a surprising natural at it. The first time they slept together and he started whispering in her ear she nearly came from that alone. They love asking each other how it feels, saying what they’re going to do, telling the other how fucking good they feel. She loves being pressed down onto the bed while he’s fucking her, his chest pressing into her back, his lips against her ear, murmuring how tight she is, how wet, how he wants to feel her come around him, wants to come inside her.

When they’re in meetings, he’ll feel his phone vibrate and quickly look at it, only to find a message from her saying she’s got got a butt-plug inside her, or a vibrator in her panties that she’s controlling with an app, or he can. His gaze will flick up to her and she won’t be looking at him, looking to the rest of the room like she’s paying attention, watching whoever’s talking. He’ll open the app immediately if it’s the vibrator, revelling in watching her move minutely as she tries to control herself.

They love riling each other up while privately training, tearing clothes off then resuming sparring, then tearing more clothes off until they’re naked.

They can be tender, too, though, slow and passionate, holding onto each other and placing lingering kisses on each other’s skin.

She loves pulling whatever’s in his hand, newspaper, book, phone, tablet, away and climbing onto his lap, grinding against him and seizing his lips in a fierce kiss.

And no matter how they do it and how it ends, they’ll always just hold each other for a few minutes as they come down, kissing each other gently, on the lips and on their skin. Then, they’ll meet each other’s gaze and smile.

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The Switch | Wonwoo

a.n. originally posted on my shared blog, but now i’m posting all my writing there to this blog instead. This is my main blog.

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Your P.O.V

I groaned as my alarm clock rang. Sitting up, my vision shifts and clears and I see my two best friends already awake and ready.

“Morning guys,” I mumble as I rub my eyes with the backs of my hands. “What are you doing up already?”

“I have class soon,” Yeri says in a sing-song fashion.

She was the only one that could be so happy in the mornings. I look over to Sooyoung and I notice she’s actually only half ready. She had a cup in her hand and her hair was still a mess from waking up.

“She woke me up,” Sooyoung states, sipping away at what I assumed to be coffee. “I hate her” She lies.

“Oh yeah,” Yeri says, completely ignoring Sooyoung’s remark before she turns to me. “I wanted to set you up on a date”

Holding my hand up, I take a moment.

“One, It’s eight o'clock in the morning, two, I’m fine thanks and three, It’s eight o'clock in the morning!” I say, pulling the covers off of me. “It’s way too early for you to request setting me up on a date”

Yeri shrugs, grabbing a hair tie from her desk as she begins to push her hair up into a ponytail.

“I just thought it be a good idea, and I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next”

“At lunch?” I say, but it’s more of a question than a statement. Sending her a look, I get up from out of bed and over to the coffee pot Sooyoung had on her desk, I grab my own cup and pour some of the black liquid into it.

“Hey, that’s my coffee” Sooyoung mumbles.

“With her talking about dates and relationships this early in the morning, I need it”

“How about it though?” Yeri says. “I could set you up on a date, you can fall in love and then I can be the maid of honour at your wedding” She giggles. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head.

“This is a dream- no wait, a nightmare,” I say.

“Oh, come on Y/N, it’s just one date!” Yeri whines, “If the guy turns out to be a creep then we’ll back off, but what if he’s the one?”

Ever since Yeri got together with her girlfriend, it was like every single person in the world was lonely.

“I’m fine being single, I like being single” I laughed as I tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t listening.

“Come on, Y/N! One date isn’t going to hurt” Sooyoung teases, She had gotten up from her seat on her bed- probably for more coffee. The look on her face was enough to tell me that she was enjoying the fact that I was the one under Yeri’s ’relationships are great, get one’ wrath and not her.

“Why are you even siding with her- you’re single too!” The black-haired girl shrugs in response as she poured more coffee into her cup, but it isn’t long until she thinks of something to say.

“You’ve been single longer than I have,” Then she rubs salt in the wound. “I mean come on when was the last time you had sex? Like a century ago?”

“Hey! I’m only like two months older than you!” Sooyoung shrugs again.

Rubbing my temple with one hand, I finish my coffee and grab some clothes to head to the bathroom.

“Why are we talking about my love life at eight o'clock in the morning”

“Or lack thereof” Sooyoung snorts. I send her a glare before closing the bathroom door behind me. I place my clothes onto the counter top and run the tap water as I grab my toothbrush.

“I can set you up with someone!” Yeri yells through the door, something about her tone told me she was smiling. “How about the guy from Momo’s dance group?”

“Hoseok?” Sooyoung asks, causing Yeri to nod quickly. “Oh no, he’s way to happy-go-lucky for her,” This causes me to send another glare at her. Sooyoung was walking a thin line.

Yeri thinks for a second, before nodding again.

“Yeah, you’re right Sooyoung,” I gasp again. I suddenly open the door and stare at them, my toothbrush hanging from my mouth.

“What do you think is wrong with me?” I ask, pointing at them. “I’m lovable, am I not?” Sooyoung and Yeri exchange a glance.

“Do you really want us to answer that question?”

I slam the door behind me and continue to get ready. By the time I’m finished, Yeri is about to leave and Sooyoung is also finished getting ready.

“I’m sorry if we made you angry,” Yeri frowns, picking up her lanyard and slipping it over her head. “I’ll speak to you guys later at lunch”

Letting out a small sigh, I send her a look.

“I’m sorry too, I’ll see you later” Yeri’s smiling again and nodding her head.

“Okay,”

-

The next time I saw Yeri was during lunch. I had finished up my morning classes and had decided to meet her at the university cafeteria for a nice relaxing lunch- or so I thought.

I was halfway through my burger and chips when she brought up the idea again.

“Just think about it, I could set you up with a really nice guy or girl if you want” Yeri’s picking at her salad, with no interest in eating it. Her and Hana had decided to go on a fad diet. Yeri hated diets, so I knew it was probably Hana’s idea in the first place.

“Why did you even get a salad? Hana isn’t even here” I say, as I slide over my plate slightly, offering up some of my chips.

“Because I love her and we decided to do this together,” Yeri says, refusing to have a chip, but the look in her eyes didn’t change. “And don’t try and change the subject!”

“Do you really think you’re in love with her? You’ve only been dating like what, two months?”

“Two months and thirteen days and yes,” Yeri states, looking down at her salad. “You know what they say when you know you know and well,” She pauses, shrugs her shoulders and looks up at me again with a small smile. “I know, I love her, I really do”

I honestly hadn’t excepted her to be so serious like that and I could not smile?

“I’m glad you’ve found that with her,” I say. Yeri hums.

“Me too,” but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t get her away from the topic at hand. “So please, I just want to see you happy too,” I push my lips into a thin line. It was something about the way Yeri was pleading with me that was slowly breaking away at my fight. Of course, I didn’t want to date- I liked being single, I was fine being single, but the way she was so fondly talking about being in love made me want it too, even if it was slightly.

“F-Fine!” I break, “But one date and if it doesn’t work then you leave the subject alone okay?” Yeri nods instantly and jumps in her seat.

“Yes! yes! Okay, I’ll set you up with someone really nice I promise” I send her a smile, but inside it felt like I had just drawn straws with the devil and the devil won.

-

Later that day. Hana’s P.O.V

Vernon was only half paying attention when I brought up the idea of setting him up on a date. He raised an eyebrow at her for a moment or two before turning his attention back to his video game.

“You know I don’t date right?” He says, which results in me rolling my eyes. Of course, I knew that he was one of my best friends after all.

“I know that you dipshit, but Yeri wants to set up her friend and you’re the only one willing enough I could think of”

“That and I’m the only one apart from Wonwoo and Soonyoung that’s single” I laugh awkwardly.

“That too”

“Let me guess, you won’t ask Wonwoo because you think he’d say-” I cut him off.

“I know he’d say no”

“Fine- that he’ll say no and Soonyoung, again let me guess, you don’t want to scare her with someone so crazy” I make a face to myself before I even begin to talk.

“That’s not it, Soon’s lovely you know that, but”

“But what?” Vernon buts in.

“You’d be more of her friend’s type than Soon is” I try to send him a smile, but it comes off weak. Pausing his game, Vernon groans and places his game controller next to him. “Come on, it’ll be one date and if it doesn’t go well you never have to speak to her again” I plead. “Please, for me”

“Fine, when’s the goddamn date?” I let out a giggle and I raise my hands in the air in triumph, before grabbing my phone.

“I’ll text Yeri and see what she says”

Hana<3

Vernon said he’d go on the date!! When’s best for Y/N?

Yeri<3

She said she’s free Friday! Eight PM!

“She says Y/N’s free Friday at eight,” I say, looking over at the younger boy, whose attention was back on the television screen. “You free then? Vernon?” It’s a moment before he speaks.

“Huh, oh yeah,”

“Vernon, I’m serious,” Vernon hums and nods.

“Yeah yeah, I got you, Friday at Eight, I’ll be there”

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Your P.O.V

“So,” I started, shifting my position so that I was sat crossed legged. “Who’s the guy you’re setting me up with?”

“His names Vernon, he’s one of Hana’s friends,” Yeri smiles. Just the mention of her girlfriend’s name made her act like a teenage fangirl. Clicking my tongue, I send her a look.

“Do you actually know him?” I ask. Yeri shrugs, looking down at her phone.

“I know him, just haven’t met him if you get what I mean,” All I can do is roll my eyes.

“I thought you were going to set me up with someone you knew?” Yeri huffs, finally looking up from her phone.

“I would and I have, just trust me okay, I’ll make the preparations for your date so all you have to do is show up” Yeri tries to send me a supportive smile, however, right now I’m not feeling very excited.

“Fine, okay,” I say.

“Good, because your date is Friday at eight” Now Yeri is back to her giggly self. She slides her phone into her pocket and grabs her lanyard from her desk.

“Where are you going?” I ask and she just hushes me.

“I’ve got a date to plan!” Before I can say anything, she rushes out of the room.

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Friday, Seven-Thirty PM

Ever since I woke up this morning, Yeri had been begging me to let her help with my outfit. Since I knew the best option was to just say yes, that was what I did. Now I wish I had just said no because Yeri went straight towards the dress I brought last spring. It was a nice dress, I just wasn’t confident enough to wear it.

So here I stood, in front of the mirror, with a maroon dress on that just reached my knees. I could understand why past Y/N brought it, it was nice. My hair was ready, I was leaving it down and untouched. I hated my hair when it was in a ponytail, or up in whatever style. I slipped on some trainer socks and my pair of maroon shoes and grabbed my bag.

Yeri was sat on her own bed, smiling to herself.

“You okay there smiley face?” I ask, making her send me a look.

“Smiley face? Girl, you need to learn some better insults” Rolling my eyes, I grab the things I needed and slipped them into my bag before going over to my phone where it was charging on my bed. “But you need to go! You’re going to be late!”

“I’m going! I’m going!” I go to reach for the door handle, but it opens before I can get to it. Jumping back, Sooyoung emerges.

“Oh hey, sorry Y/Nie” I wave her off with a smile.

“It’s cool, I’ll see you guys later”

“Have fun!” Yeri sings.

“Don’t do something I wouldn’t do” Sooyoung laughs, making me turn back quickly.

“And what wouldn’t you do Sooyoung?” I ask, with a raised eyebrow. She just shrugs her shoulders and winks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

Laughing, I let the door close behind me and I make my way towards the destination of my date. Hope, growing within my heart.

-

It had been ten minutes since I arrived at the restaurant that Yeri booked. I was sat, at my table, alone. I take a quick sip of my water to try and calm my nerves before I grab my phone from within my bag and send a text to Yeri.

YNie-_-

I thought you said the date was at eight?

Yerimm

It is! He not there yet?

YNie-_-

Nope, not yet.

Yerimm

I’m sure he’ll be there soon!

if he’s not there in another ten minutes, text me and I’ll call Hana

I lock my phone with an annoyed sigh. This Vernon guy was testing my patience. I knew I should have just said no to Yeri setting me up.

It was then, a few minutes later that a brown-headed boy walked up to my table, a small awkward smile present on his face. He was also wearing round glasses- they were cute. Not to forget that he was taller than me, I’m five foot seven and he could have been at least six foot tall if I had to guess.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” He says, holding his hand out for me to take.

“Vernon?” I ask which prompts him to nod his head. “Nice to meet you and it’s okay, I wasn’t waiting long” I lie.

He sits down in the chair across from me and smiled as his shoulders relaxed.

“So,” He begins. “What made you want to be set up on a date?” He asks.

“Well honestly,” I laugh. “My friend wouldn’t stop trying to set me up with someone, Yeri’s her name” A realisation comes across his face as he snaps his fingers.

“Hana’s girlfriend”

“Yeah!” I laugh. “That’s her alright” I look down at the menu, but every now and then I glance up. “What about you?”

Vernon makes a face to himself as he thinks. He then nods.

“Honestly, I’m one of the only people in my friend group that is single anymore, I think it was just time to try and get out there you know?” I nod my head instantly in response.

“Yeah, I get what you mean” Continuing to look through the menu, I bite my lip and begin to close it before I look up and notice him looking at me. “Would you want to go get some beer and BBQ instead of eating here?”

Vernon’s face lights up and he smiles.

“Of course, honestly, this place isn’t my usual type” I grab my bag and motion for Vernon to go ahead.

“Same here,”

Once we get outside, Vernon begins to lead me in the direction of his favourite BBQ place. I was right about him being six foot- he’s taller than me by miles.

He’s cute- I’m going to have to thank Yeri for setting me up, aren’t I? Maybe she is right about some things sometimes.

Once we got to the BBQ place, we talked and talked for what felt like hours. Once we finished our food, made our way back to campus. When we got to the front of my dorm, we stopped. Turning to him with a smile I couldn’t hide, I spoke first.

“I had a really good time tonight,”

“I did too” He responds. In the next beat, he continues. “Say no if I’m being too forward, but would you want to go on another date with me?” I nod.

“I’d love to,” I lift myself up onto my tip toes and kiss his cheek before pulling away. “So, I’ll see you again soon then”

A light blush graced his cheeks and he nodded his head quickly.

“Yeah, real soon”

Biting my lip to fight my smile, I turn around and make my way into my accommodation building. Turning around when I get to the door, I wave and he does too.

Between the door and my room, it felt like I was floating. Unlocking my door and letting myself in, I let myself fall back against it as I let out a sigh.

“Good date?” Sooyoung asks, causing me to jump. She’s sat at her desk, her face ilumated by the light of her laptop. Apart from her laptop, the lamp on her desk is the only souce of light in the room.

“God, you made me jump a mile” My eyes travel to Yeri’s bed and she’s fast asleep. “What are you still doing up?”

“Had some last-minute work to do,” She says, closing her laptop lid and spinning in her chair to face me. “So, how what is?”

I couldn’t help the smile that took form on my face as I placed my bag down on my own desk and slid off my shoes.

“Don’t tell Yeri I said this, but I think that was the best date of my life” Sooyoung gasps.

“Yeah, she doesn’t need her ego growing any more than it already is” Sooyoung laughs quietly. “But I’m glad you had fun, so you going to see him again?”

I hum in response, grabbing some PJs out of my draw as I head to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I am”

“So you’re going to text him right?” I freeze. “Y/N?”

“Shit shit shit,” I say over and over. Yeri groans, making us both pause and look at her. Once it’s obvious she’s still asleep, I continue to talk. “I forgot to ask for his number”

“Well, that was smart!” Sooyoung whispers, afraid of waking Yeri up.

“Don’t blame me!” I hiss, “I didn’t think about that when I was on the date”

“You’re going to have to ask Yeri for it” Running my hand through my hair, I let out a sigh.

“Great,” I mumble.

“Look, just get some sleep, and let’s figure it out in the morning” Sooyoung suggests. I agree and change into my PJs. “Goodnight Y/N”

[dansnaturepictures]

12/03/2021-Part 1: The wildlife photos and tales: 5 pictures in this photoset are different to the ones I tweeted tonight and they are first, third, sixth, seventh and ninth in this photoset 

With 41 photos produced today I am trying something slightly different and uploading to Tumblr only and not Twitter for fifteen photos across two blogs, five of them in this one, and to do this with good amounts taken of each I am doing one blog with my wildlife photos and experiences today and another my next post on the landscape side of things. This is to reduce the amount I tweet in the evening and if I produce more than 30 or well beyond 30 pictures in a day anyway I do this with the exclusive uploads for Tumblr in places, but it just meant I wasn’t telling wildlife stories in the post without showing any picture I took of it like I usually do for a lower yield as I’d tweeted that one which can sometimes happen I feel. 

My day of birds started whilst I was working this morning by seeing the Starlings shown in the first two pictures in this photoset taken with my bridge camera in a feeding house we have in the garden a fairly new one. The second picture solely showing the tame Starling that we got sensational views of whilst out in the garden on Sunday as it was so approachable it was interesting it returned. My Mum had told me it was there and I took these photos by contrast inside the house. I also took the third picture in this photoset of a Woodpigeon out the back. 

I then took the fourth-eighth pictures in this photoset at Lakeside of Greylag Goose, Mallard female and male, Coot and Canada Geese on and by the lakes. The Greylags and Mallards in particular were wallowing in an interesting bit of mud at the base of beach lake prominent after the rain of Wednesday in particular and some today and yesterday which was interesting. This allowed me some great chance to really see these lovely waterbirds up close, take them in and appreciate them which I found powerful today. I also was impressed again with my new lens for detail on bird photos it was perhaps brought more for landscapes but since I got it for my birthday I have found it can be good detail wise for subjects such as birds up close. But it said something about the walk I think that with my big lens and macro with me too all but one of my wildlife photos was taken with this normal lens and that was because I was lucky to get so close to the birds today. It was also memorable to see Lesser Black-backed Gull pair on beach lake once more, and on concorde lake a delightful group of Tufted Ducks with one memorably seen splashing in a landscape shot I took and tweeted on Dans_Pictures tonight. As I walked on through the wooded path area I took the ninth picture in this photoset. 

I was delighted as I walked south of the Monks Brook Halt railway station platform to spot a little bird going up a tree and binocular views it was as suspected only my second ever Treecreeper for this site after November. I was so thrilled to see this as because of my history with them here, whilst a common bird to see in woods elsewhere, this is one of those members of the group of rarer birds I have seen at Lakeside during my working from home days which I have loved. I was stood pretty far back to the tree in question by this point and I kept my eye on the bird as I took what felt like an age to grab my big lens from the bag and put it on. I wanted a photo of a bird I have so rarely photographed, and this tool was needed. I half expected it to have flown by the time I had the lens on but it hadn’t and I snapped the tenth and final picture in this photoset of this Treecreeper. What followed was definitely my most prolonged view of a Treecreeper, and possibly the or one of my best ever views of this species. 

I edged carefully closer and stood on the steps that take you down to the lake from here with a slop beside for those who want to walk like that a feature of Lakeside I have known since I was a child. To my amazement it was still there, I couldn’t muster a photo to take forward of some took whilst closer as it was not naturally a bird that looked facing me or anything so none of the closer ones really showed its face or were different enough to this one. But it was phenomenal to as doesn’t happen in the vast majority of my sightings of these birds see the Treecreeper creep up the tree bit by bit scuttling away and not switch sides at all going round the back or fly off for a while. At a stills safe but slightly closer distance I got to take in its impressive and adapted feet, wonderful colours and strong beak among other things. Seeing what a magical and quirky bird it truly it. It was exceptional to be so close and to get to see so long a stunning bird. I liked taking the tenth picture and was pleased with how it came out I shall compare them at some point but I think this could be if not my best ever effort for this bird quality wise I have not photographed a lot down the years in the top 2 I did take a memorable Treecreeper picture at Denny Wood in the New Forest in late 2017 which was feeding on a flat log where good was placed but I can hands down say this is the best picture I’ve ever taken of a Treecreeper creeping up the tree today living up to its name and I was thrilled with that. A special natural moment that really lifted me in my lunch break and gave me something to be so attentive to and just admire, what a day and what a week again for birds in the end for me. 

Wildlife Sightings Summary for all of today: Treecreeper, great views of Chaffinch and Great Tit at Lakeside too, House Sparrow, Starling, Woodpigeon, Collard Dove, Carrion Crow, Magpie from the house after a slight absence recently of them here, Tufted Duck, Mallard, Coot, Moorhen, Canada Goose, Greylag Goose, Lesser Black-backed Gull, Black-headed Gull and another great bee in recent days.  

In my next post are 10 different landscapes and other photos to those I tweeted tonight. I hope you all have a nice weekend. 

[buckysmischief]

sweetest girl - 2

Scott Lang x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: language

Summary: You were a highly trained assassin who needed the Avengers help. Tony isn’t a fan, not yet. Steve really has all the patience in the world. Bucky is, again, waiting for his past to blow up in his face. And Scott, well Scott has a very important question for you. Sucks for him that you’re not much of a talker.

AN: I'm really sorry this took so long, y'all deserve more but this is all I have until next time ❤️

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The next day was business as usual; skipping therapy, training, team meetings, everything after that was personal time unless something important came up. A perk to skipping your therapy session was that you got the training area to yourself. You still had to participate with everyone else, but at least this way you could mentally, and physically, prepare yourself to deal with the others.

You began with stretching your body, even though you won’t be going on missions it still wouldn’t be smart to pull anything during training. Just in case. You started with your arms and wrapped it up by stretching out your legs before a run. Halfway through your mile the team walked in, including Scott.

“What a surprise to see you here so early, Yn.” Steve sarcastically said. You ignored him and kept running, they would be ready by the time you were finished.

It was Natasha’s day to train with you, which meant the next two hours were dedicated to your legs. Thanks to your above average hearing you heard her coming, blocking what would have been a kick to your head.  “You’re getting better, Natasha.” you confess, dropping her leg.

“Was that a compliment?” without skipping a beat, she’s going for your head again. The two of you instantly are insync with each other after that, trading off blocking the other. You decided to switch things up, so the next time she grabbed your ankle you used it to your advantage. Quick with your feet, you hoisted yourself onto her shoulders and used your weight to slam you both on your backs.

When you and Natasha would train together, you would both block the rest of the room out. Mostly because you needed to focus, but also because everyone would like to spectate every now and then.

“Do they have that choreographed or are they both scary?” Scott asked while watching you and Natasha get back up and start again.

“You got a crush, Tic-Tac?” Sam walked up to Scott, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“What? No. She could totally kick my ass.” he looked at Sam, “Yeah, probably.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll definitely kick your ass.”

“I hope so.” Scott breathed out.

-

When training was done for the day, you left before everyone else like usual, or so you thought. You decided to take a detour to the kitchen to make some lunch, but Scott was already there preparing something for the whole team.

“Whatcha makin’?” you only ask while no one else is around, wanting to get your own opinion on him. Just because the Avengers trust him doesn’t mean you automatically should.

He’s standing at the stove, back towards you, “They told me about you, you know? About how you haven’t talked to anyone but Cap since you got here, if you can even call that talking.” He turns around and puts a plate in front of you, “It’s just a grilled chicken salad. Anyways, what’s your deal?”

You pick at the food in front of you for a minute or two while contemplating your response, “I guess you’re gonna wait to find out. Tic-tac.” The rest of the team began to walk in just as you finished your sentence.

“You heard them coming didn’t you?” he was looking directly at you, not acknowledging the team at all.

The tension in the room grew with each passing second, no one knowing quite sure what was going on, only that there was definitely something going on between you and Scott. While they made their plates and began to eat, you hadn’t broken eye contact with him for a second.

Bucky speaking to you, in Russian to everyone's surprise, breaks your concentration, “Stop looking at him like he’s your prey.”

You look back at Scott and smirk, “What makes you think he isn’t?” Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha are the only ones who understand enough to laugh at your response.

“Did we step into the Twilight Zone or something? What’s going on?” Sam finally asks, “Scott shows up and you’re suddenly social, even speaking Russian to Winter Wonder over here?”

“I could always stop.” you tease.

“Does this mean you’re going to start being an active member of the team?” Of course Steve had to ask the question, you would have been surprised if he didn’t.

“Sure, Rogers. If it means I can finally leave the property.” you put your empty plate in the sink and begin to walk back to your room. “See you suckers at the meeting later!”

-

It was odd at first, everyone seeing you around more. You started going to the meetings, get a feel for everyone's place and how they feel about different things. Then you started going to your therapy sessions, which wasn’t progressing at all but “it only matters that you’re going, yn, it shows initiative.”  The only thing that changed about training was that you stayed longer with the rest of the team, but even that was progress to them. But the thing you started to do that not only shocked the team, but yourself, was accepting an offer to movie night.

“Hey, Yn, wait up.”

“Hey, Scott. What’s up?” you were both leaving another strategy meeting. There were rumors that a HYDRA cell was gathering in the Bronx, and apparently Steve and Tony thought you were ready for your first mission.

“Well, um. I didn’t quite think this through.” you laugh and gesture for him to follow you. “Right, so, Sam told me they planned a movie night for tonight-”

“What movie?” lately you’ve made a habit of throwing Scott off whenever possible. You noticed that whenever you would give a smart ass remark, he would be ready with another, but for some reason, whenever you talked to him like a normal person, he’d get flustered. And that was intriguing.

“Uh, he picked Clueless I think-”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“You’ve never seen Clueless??”

“I didn’t have much of a personal life up until recently.”

“Oh yeah,” he stopped walking, “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said that.” You reassured him that it was all okay, and instead of dragging it out, you told him to save you a seat next to him later that night. And he did.

That’s how you ended up in the situation you were in now; laying in an open field on the compound, watching the stars, and spilling details about yourself to none other than Scott Lang.

“So, why did it take you so long to open up to everyone? They’re pretty easy people to get along with, you know, if they��re not trying to kill you.” You were out there for hours at this point, it had to be past midnight.

“I just never remember trusting anyone. I don’t, didn’t know what it felt like. When Bucky and Wanda saw me getting on the jet they immediately took me on and detained me. I understood why, but that didn’t make me want to trust them. Especially since my options were here or the Raft.”

“I wouldn’t recommend the Raft.” Scott laughs.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” you pause, “But, um.  What really pulled me out of my comfort zone was you.. There was just something about a stranger coming in, knowing about me, and not being afraid. Not wondering if they were going to be added to my kill list. It felt good, still feels good. I feel like I’m making progress now, so I guess this is me thanking you.”

He stands up and pulls you to your feet, “Don’t go soft on me now, killer. We gotta mission to go on tomorrow.” But before you both walked back inside, he added, “I’m always here though if you need anything, Yn. I mean that.” He then grabbed you by the hand and walked you to your room, promising to save you a seat at breakfast.

-

The next morning when you don’t show up to breakfast, Scott had assumed you slept through your alarms. He started to get suspicious when he heard you skipped therapy. But when the whole team realized you weren’t coming to training, he suggested they go check your room.

When they opened your bedroom door, they noticed your room was a mess, and since no one has been in it, they didn’t know that wasn’t normal. Wanda and Steve checked your bed and bathroom, but you were nowhere to be found. “FRIDAY, do you notice anything out of place here?” Tony asked, starting to get worried.

FRIDAY took a moment to scan the room, “Everything, Mr. Stark, but what’s most out of place is the note under Miss Yln bed, the handwriting doesn’t match her or anyone that has access to the compound.”

Wanda picked the note up off the floor and read it, hoping it would help identify where you were. “It’s HYDRA, they took her.”

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