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vro0m · 5 months

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vro0m's rewatch - 170/332

2016 Chinese GP

Okay so they reverted back to the old quali format, Lewis had a problem with his PU and he's last on the grid meanwhile Nico is on pole for the first time of the year… He's sharing the first row with Ricciardo. Raikkonen is behind them alongside Seb. Valtteri is fifth, then it's Kvyat, Perez, Sainz, Verstappen and Massa.

From the drivers' truck Lewis tries to say hi to the crowd but they can't hear him. Johnny asks if he's ready for the race and Lewis says he doesn't have a choice. It reminds him of going to races with his dad and a shit car and starting from the back but this time he has a good car.

It's gonna be a challenge but he'll give it everything he's got. He hopes it's entertaining because he doesn't plan on staying where he is.

He knows he has great fans who will be on that journey with him. Johnny asks what result he'd be happy with today. Lewis says with a laugh normally you're never happy with anything other than first.

But considering where he's starting he just wants to make sure he gets points. He acknowledges the work his guys put in the night before, putting the car back together, so getting the most possible points is a reward for that.

The build up isn't very interesting. There's a segment about Haas' good results in their first two races, and an Alonso interview

They're on the way to the grid. Crofty says nobody has ever won from the back of the grid, but John Watson, in 1983, started 22nd, so same as Lewis that day, and won. At the time, there were 28 drivers total.

Okay. It's time for the race.

They are racing!

Ricciardo overtakes Nico while I see Lewis overtake at least two cars at the back. The Ferraris struggle! They got very close and Kvyat overtook them both. AND THERE IS CONTACT BETWEEN THE TWO FERRARIS! Oh it's chaos, the top 10 is in shambles. Apparently Lewis also got damage? HE LOST HIS FRONT WING omg. It's stuck under his car. Horrible horrible weekend. Seb is on the radio saying he made contact. He says the RedBull was coming up the inside "like a madman" and that's why he hit Raikkonen. At the end of the first lap, the order goes Daniel, Nico, Kvyat, Perez and Hulkenberg, Sainz, Massa, Seb, Jenson, and Valtteri. Raikkonen pits from P20 and Lewis is nowhere to be seen, unfortunately. Oh here he comes in as well. And Nico overtakes Ricciardo just as Ricciardo's tyre BLOWS UP! Completely delaminated 2013 style. Kvyat overtakes him as well, of course. And it's a safety car. There's too much debris on the track. That's good for Lewis because it brings him right back near the other cars but he's complaining of how the car feels. A bunch of people pit, of course. Including Seb. Loads of traffic in the pitlane. On the start replay we see Lewis ran over the debris from the Ferrari collision and then got hit by Nasr. We also see Seb overtaking two cars in the pitlane entry and then Lewis pits again?! They put him on supersofts now (he started on softs and then got back on softs after they changed his nose). I guess the idea is he needs to be able to overtake at the restart… On the radio, Bono says : "We have a plan, nothing wrong all part of the plan." – "Sorry I’m boxing again now?" he asks. OH MY GOD HE IS ACTUALLY PITTING AGAIN?! . "Affirm, we’re going to fit the soft so we don’t have to use any other compounds," Bono answers. It's not even lap 10 and they pitted him THREE TIMES already?! I mean I get it but it's not like he's gonna be able to do 50 laps on softs, is he?! Well I've shown over and over on this blog that I'm a terrible strategist so we'll wait and see and trust their experience but right now I'm mostly just baffled. Seb is still talking about the collision. "Kvyat's attack was suicidal, there was always going to be a crash. No way with the speed he had he could have done the corner." I haven't really watched the collision carefully so idk. I guess we'll see in the postrace. The journalists aren't convinced. Also Ted is about as convinced by Mercedes' strategy as I am because we get from the radio that they don't wanna use the mediums. Ted says getting to the end of the race only on soft tyres would probably necessitate 3 more stops, for a 6 stop strategy ultimately. So… Yeah… in the meantime we see all the traffic jam in the pitlane earlier. It's insane. Nowaday that would be a bunch of penalties. So many collisions were barely avoided. The safety car is about to come in. Here we go. Seb is making moves.

On lap 10, Nico is in the lead followed by Massa, Kvyat, Alonso, Wehrlein, Gutierrez, Perez, Valtteri, Pal ? Who's Pal? Oh it's Palmer, right, then Jenson is P10. Seb is currently P12, up two places in one lap I believe, Ricciardo is P15, Raikkonen is P18 and Lewis P19. And Seb overtakes Sainz for P11. Raikkonen overtook Magnussen for P17. Lewis overtakes him as well, quite aggressively. Seb is up in P10 in the meantime. Nico is cruising ahead but Valtteri attacks Perez who's on the tail of Gutierrez, Seb is just behind, now in P9, biding his time. LEWIS OVERTOOK RAIKKONEN! Good job. It would have been difficult having to follow him up the pack. Loads of action I can't keep up. Palmer and Ricciardo are battling over P12 and Ricciardo won, at least for now. Seb attacks Valtteri but can't quite make it. These four are very close to one another. Lewis is up in P15! Seb finally gets Valtteri for P8. Wehrlein is overtaken by Perez for P5, just as Seb makes up another place by getting ahead of Gutierrez. At the back Lewis overtook Palmer for P14. And as we're watching replays of his overtakes, Seb overtakes Wehrlein and puts himself in P6. Kvyat gets P2 by overtaking Massa and Lewis is P13 after getting Hulkenberg. Next step is Ricciardo. And here he attacks! Not enough yet… Daniel is also attacking Gutierrez for P11, they're wheel to wheel… It's done, down the inside, Lewis follows through and HE's now wheel to wheel with Gutierrez. But he has to wait for a couple more corners to do it from the outside. He's immediately catching Ricciardo. Seb overtakes Perez for P5! He's so close to Alonso he's basically tapping him on the shoulder. He attacks! He's ahead down the straight but Alonso gets the slipstream and tries to attack back. The straight is too short though. That's P4 for Seb. BUT OH HO some pieces flew off his car! Raikkonen pits. He wasn't able to follow Lewis up the field. Lewis overtakes Jenson for P10! He's 25 seconds away from Nico now. Alonso pits and that puts him on P9. Seb is chasing P3. Oh he pits. He's out behind Lewis, in P13. It might be interesting if they battle. But Lewis probably will pit as well.

Alright that was a busy 10 laps, now we're on lap 20, and the top 10 currently reads Nico, Kvyat, Massa, Valtteri, Sainz, Oh but Kvyat pits wait. There's a three way fight between him as he gets out of the pits, Seb and Verstappen. So as I was saying. Nico, Bottas, Lewis now up in P3 somehow?????!?!? /? //// seriously what? Last I checked he was P9?! Anyway Jenson is P4, Kvyat P5, Verstappen P6, Seb P7 AND NICO PITS. So we wait again. And Seb overtook Verstappen and where is Kvyat?! I CAN'T KEEP UP. WAIT A SECOND SO I CAN RECAP THE TOP 10 PLEASE. Seb overtakes Jenson.

SO. THE TOP 10. Nico, Valtteri, Lewis. Kvyat is now P4, Seb P5, Jenson P6, Perez P7, Massa P8, Ericsson P9, Alonso P10. No idea where Max went so I guess he pitted. Someone is being investigated for driving too slowly in the pitlane but I don't remember who and now we're informed some unsafe release concerning Perez will be investigated after the race. Lewis pits! He's now P14… P13. P12. P11. He attacks Raikkonen for P10. There's a three way battle for P5 between Perez, Valtteri and Jenson. A bit later, Raikkonen overtakes Jenson for P9, and then Lewis as well as he pits. He's back in the points! He attacks Raikkonen again! He still can't make it, Raikkonen is making it hard. But Perez pits so that's P9 anyway.

That's lap 30. Nico is still ahead of course, followed by Kvyat again, and Seb. Massa and Valtteri are next, then Daniel, Sainz, Raikkonen and Lewis, P10 is Verstappen. On the radio we just hear Lewis say "I am." which is confusing. The transcript shows it was in answer to Bono telling him to give it everything he has. Oh yeah NOW we hear the complete exchange. He pits again and this time it's for the mediums so what was the point of the weird strategy earlier? He's back in P10 quickly enough but as the commentators– well it's P9 now. As the commentators point out though, most people ahead of him will not pit again so he's gonna have to work for it on track. Again. Kvyat and Seb pit. Nico pits but literally nobody cares at this point. There's a battle for P3 between Kvyat, Raikkonen and Seb. Seb overtakes Raikkonen pretty quickly and then Kvyat in about as little time. He's P3. Raikkonen pits.

On lap 40, Nico, Seb, Kvyat. Four way battle for P4 between Max, Massa, Valtteri and Lewis. Daniel is P8, Perez P9– Massa overtakes Verstappen and Verstappen pits, Lewis attacks Valtteri, P5 ! Daniel is getting into the action as well. Oh that's an easy overtake on Valtteri, dangerous for Lewis. His tyres are fresher. But Valtteri strikes back! Oh he can't… ohhh there we go Daniel is right on Lewis… He defends, he defends, but Daniel has the pace… Lewis locks up again… He's looking for a way past Massa… and Daniel overtakes him. Now he's under pressure from Raikkonen… he's attacking Massa but can't make it and now Raikkonen is attacking him! 10 laps to go. He attacks again… Yeah. That's another lost place. Raikkonen overtakes Massa as well and Lewis is back to chasing the Williams. 5 laps to go now. The ending is pretty anticlimactic.

And it's the end of the race.

Nico wins again. In the end the rest of the top 10 was Seb, Kvyat, Daniel, Raikkonen, Massa, Lewis P7, Verstappen, Sainz, Valtteri.

As usual Seb speaks with Nico in German. I don't understand German despite studying it for like 10 years but I think he mentioned "schlafen", to sleep. They watch the screens. Seb says something about Lewis, but I can't hear because Nico is shaking the camera and the mic makes a noise. Kvyat says something we can't hear as well. Seb turns to him. "You! Asking what happened at the start?!" he says, half stunned, half amused. "(Inaudible) to the left you crash into us and we all flew (inaudible)." – "Well," Kvyat starts but Seb interrupts. "No, not 'well', you came like a torpedo!" – "Well that's racing," Kvyat laughs like a 13 year old boy joking about boobs. "Uh that's racing but you know if I keep going the same line, we crash," Seb says. "Well don't keep going," Kvyat says with the same hollow laugh. Seb is not amused anymore. "Yeah but there was a car on the left also," he says. Nico is all smiles behind them. Kvyat says he didn't see that because he only has two eyes. Seb shrugs. He says they could have crashed if that's how he went at it and Kvyat says "we didn't". "YOU didn't!" Seb corrects him. They keep going. Seb says sure it's racing but he's gonna get damage if goes at it like he's crazy. "You were lucky this time!" – "Well I'm on the podium so that's okay," he answers again with the same equal cocky smirk. He's annoying. Seb raises his eyebrows. This conversation is going nowhere. Unfortunately the video glitches and I can't hear the end.

On the podium they basically replay the same conversation. I'm over it. Oh apparently Nico almost got kicked out of his plane from Mexico because he was partying too much. Embarrassing tbh.

I only have a partial post race. Hopefully we at least get Lewis' interview? We do, it's the first interview we hear.

He smiles as she says it hasn't been his weekend. He says he got a good start but it's always difficult from the back not getting caught up in what happens ahead. He tried to fight his way through but everytime he had to pit he had to do it all again. "But anyway, that's racing and uh… Not a great finish for us this weekend but uh, you know, hopefully onwards and upwards." She asks if in hindsight maybe one of the stops wasn't needed. He says he just got out of the car so he doesn't have any hindsight. She asks how difficult it is to follow the cars in front in the Mercedes. He's not enjoying the question. He hums. He says he talks about it all the time. The track is good because you can overtake but the car was pretty damaged. He suspects there was suspension damage as well.

Toto says there's some stuff they need to work on but he's happy RedBull is back in the mix and it was exciting to see three teams battling for the podium.

Out of the press conference, Ted says Kvyat has moved from laughing it off to standing his ground while Seb still can't let it go. He also confirms that Lewis not being able to do longer stints on his softs tyres (12 laps compared to Nico's 23) was due to the damage to the front of the car that was shredding the tyres.

At the end of the notebook, Ted mentions Lewis saying something about fighting himself during the press conference. He then says Toto said Saturday night during the Mercedes press conference that Lewis was so one with himself and it was fantastic to see so they asked Lewis about it. Apparently he said it was nice to hear that from Toto. "He's a very big part of the journey I'm on, you know earlier in my life, throughout my life my friends used to say to me 'Lewis you don't know who you are, it's like you're searching for yourself.' but now I've found myself, I've found my identity". And I think that's a very important thing to mention in this rewatch.

That's it for now!

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2016 #2016 chinese gp

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spacemanxephos · 5 months

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Flower Crowns [Xephna]

Title: Flower Crowns

Pairing: Xephos and Lalna [Xephna]

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Words: 978

Warnings: None!

A/N: Consider this an early Crimbus present. *Please don’t reblog to kin/rp/introject blogs!* Also, this takes place pre-relationship during Moonquest :] (Crossposted on ao3)

Lalna had been puzzled when he returned from mining and Xephos hadn’t been in Baked Bean Fort. Considering the man was a workaholic who practically never left his work station, Lalna had reason to be slightly confused.

He’d immediately pulled out his communicator and turned on the mic. “Xeph’? You here? I just got back.”

It only took a few moments for Xephos to answer.

“Yes! I’m sorry, friend, I didn’t expect you to be back yet. I’m by the edge of that nice forested area, where we found the sheep, do you remember?”

Lalna nodded to himself. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll be there in just a second.”

Technically, it ended up taking him more than just a minute to get to Xephos. He panted slightly as he arrived, missing his flying armor. Even a faulty flying ring would be better than this, he thought grumpily.

When Lalna approached he found Xephos surrounded by wildflowers, sitting cross legged and weaving them together. He brightened as Lalna approached.

“Lalna! How was it?”

“Good, got some more aluminum,” he hummed, emphasizing the last word. “Would’ve been better if Honeydew hadn’t decided to faff around the whole time.” He complained, only half-serious.

Xephos sighed. “Is he still down there?”

“Yeah, he wanted to stay down there a bit longer. I think he said he’ll be back by morning.”

Xephos nodded contemplatively. “Alright. I suppose he’ll do better by himself when he doesn’t have anyone to fool around with.”

Lalna nodded in agreement, and observed closer what Xephos was doing. The wildflowers surrounding him were in sorted piles, and atop his head was a flower crown. Another was in his hand, apparently still in the process of being made.

“Flower crowns?” Lalna asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Xephos nodded and averted his eyes, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment. “Yes, Honeydew taught me how to make them a while back. I didn’t realize I’d been out here so long, we can go back in and get started working-“

Lalna interrupted him. “No, no! It’s okay, I don’t care. Honeydew’s not here to berate us, let’s embrace it.” He grinned crookedly.

Xephos snorted slightly at that. Lalna crouched down next to Xephos, inspecting the one on his head. It was blue and white, made out of forget-me-nots and daisies. A few sprigs of baby’s breath had been delicately intertwined into the main chain.

“They look really nice,” he complimented.

Xephos brightened. “Thank you! I could teach you how to make them, if you’d like,” he offered.

Lalna shrugged. “Sure. Whatever to not have to go work on that bloody rocket,” he grumbled. Xephos laughed again and Lalna felt himself grin at the sound.

Xephos hummed and studied Lalna for a moment. “Now your eyes are that lovely blue-green color, so we ought to choose flowers with colors that make them pop,” He said decisively, rising to his feet and beginning to hunt for flora.

Lalna startled. “You- you think my eyes are lovely?”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” Xephos replied matter-of-factly, not even looking up. Lalna felt his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, er, thanks,” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

Xephos continued on rambling cheerfully, climbing his way through the wildflowers. “Now, see, we need ones that are the opposite of green and blue. What’s the opposite of green?”

“Uh, purple?”

“Right, yes, what flowers are purple…” He trailed off.

Lalna watched Xephos quickly pick out the flowers. He returned with an armful of different flowers, still babbling to himself. “…And we also want ones that have longer stems, they’re easier to weave, as well.”

He sat back down next to Lalna. “Okay, so I chose daisies, because they usually work well, and I found these purple ones, as well. I’m not sure what they’re called, but-“

“Cosmos,” Lalna interrupted. “Those are called cosmos.”

“Cosmos! Cosmos, cosmos,” Xephos repeated to himself in that way that meant he was trying very hard to learn a new Minecraftian word.

“So, daisies, cosmos, and then baby’s breath. They’re nice for detailing. Now to weave them together…” Xephos began demonstrating the process, his thin fingers nimbly wrapping the stems around the others and creating a chain faster than Lalna could have imagined. Lalna picked up a few flowers and began clumsily trying to mimic the motion, but found himself more so enamored by Xephos’ air of quiet concentration. The gentle purse of the man’s lips and knitting of his brow was familiar, but less stressed than usual.

It only took a few minutes and Xephos had finished the chain, expertly tying it off and smiling satisfactorily.

“There! Simple enough,” he beamed, presenting the finished crown for Lalna to look at.

Lalna looked down at the mess of crumpled stems in his hands. “Er, yeah. Maybe you could go slower next time? I didn’t quite catch what you were doing,” he said.

Xephos flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, right. Sorry, I guess I got distracted.” He admitted.

“Well, no matter- here.” Xephos smiled and gently placed the crown on Lalna’s head. His hand brushed a piece of Lalna’s hair out of his eyes and Lalna felt his cheeks heat up again. They stared at each other for a moment. Xephos’ eyes were glowing brightly with delight. Lalna’s face burned further still.

“Thanks, Xeph’,” he finally managed to say, hoping the flush on his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

Xephos beamed. “Of course, friend. Would you like to try again? I’ll help you step by step this time.”

Lalna nodded and relaxed his shoulders. “Sure.”

Xephos began making another chain, talking as he went through each step. But Lalna found himself unable to concentrate on the instructions no matter how he tried. He sighed, finally relaxed and rested his chin on his hand.

“Xephos?”

“Yes, Lalna?”

“I think your eyes are lovely too.”

#xephna #fics #yogslash #yogships #my post

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darkwebclaires · 6 months

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Do not fall for the bullshit on the blog @one-more-breath he’s a narcissist who’s lashing out at me for leaving him & pretending he was abused. The family cat thing is a lie, I was with him when his sister texted that they were going to put the cat down & he didn’t even care. I didn’t make him cut off his friends and family. I spent a lot of time with his family when we started dating actually, we were over there for dinner and family movie night and holidays! But once they started holding my self harm scars against me & accusing me of faking my chronic illness/disability, I wanted nothing to do with them. I made it very clear that he could spend however much time he liked/wanted with his family, but he could not expect me to keep showing up places where people don’t respect me, so I cut off any relationship I had with his family. As for his friends? They were misogynistic and the whole group bullied me for a year while my lovely ex never stood up for me, even though they were racist and terrible to him too. He finally left his friends on his own free will after there was a final straw with their unkindness & insensitivity. AND he found out after that one of the boys had fucked his 14 year old sister as a freshman in high school when this boy was 18 and a senior, which is legally statutory rape. Now my ex is saying it’s not a big deal because this guy only raped his sister two or three or four times & he’s changed since then (which, wow, really??? You’re on the side of a pedophile and a rapist??) but previously my ex HATED the boy who raped his sister and filed multiple CPS reports (all on his own) to get this boy in legal trouble for raping his sister.

I have PTSD from a prior abusive relationship & sexual assault, this boy is just copying word for word what I have said about my experience with PTSD (nobody is safe, I can’t trust anyone, I’ll never be able to scrub you off my body, etc.) and pretending this is his OWN experience with “PTSD” and an “abusive relationship”. I have audio recordings of him screaming and yelling at me during arguments, and multiple times when I tell him I’m scared of him and scared he’s going to get physically violent with me because of how volatile he gets when he’s angry. Do not fall for his lies. He’s just mad because I left his sorry ass for being a porn addicted loser who loves jerking off to animal porn (he LOVES being a dog fucker specifically) and hid his “addiction” from me for most of our relationship & was a consistent liar about his porn use. He treated me like an object and kept fucking me even though I cried every time and it was so painful I had to go to pelvic floor therapy for vaginismus. He refuses to do anything he doesn’t super incredibly strongly want to do, I wouldn’t be CAPABLE of manipulating someone like him. Trying to get him to do something he didn’t want to do (like even just going to Target with me) was like arguing with a brick fucking wall.

He didn’t lose himself. I BEGGED him to go make new friends, get out of the house and participate in his hobbies. He just wouldn’t do it, claimed he didn’t know how to make friends, but magically once we break up he’s made a whole new friend group & apparently it’s all my fault because I didn’t let him have friends! BULLSHIT. He knew I was going to accuse him of being abusive and of isolating me from people I care about (yeah that’s right, I know you’re trying to fuck the cousin I no longer speak to because of the fact that she wants to fuck MY EX) and he wanted to beat me to the punch and accuse me of being abusive first to ruin my credibility.

ALSO important to note- I haven’t spoken to him in WEEKS. I haven’t seen him in person in almost a MONTH. The “get out of my head” “you’re suffocating me” “you’re strangling me” “please stop” is ALL PERFORMATIVE. I was MORE than willing to drop things and leave it the fuck alone and move on from his abusive ass & instead of leaving me alone, he complained about me TO OUR UNIVERSITY and dragged me into a WEEKS long torment process of fearing he was trying to get me kicked out of school & back and forth with our title IX office letting them know I never did any of the things he accused me of. He doesn’t want to let me go or whatever the fuck else, he wants to drag this out as long as possible to torture me! Oh and he still has my nudes he won’t give back!

His post about staying away from alcohol because he’s scared of being an addict & scared of the razor he uses to shave is BULLSHIT. He stays away from alcohol because he’s 21 and can’t buy any, the last alcoholic drink he’s had was two Smirnoff ice red white and berry I left in his refrigerator. Meanwhile, I drank through a liter of vodka in one week and a handle in another two. I’m drinking HEAVILY and consistently because of what he did to me & how he continues to treat me, even without direct contact. He’s not scared of his razor, he’s never cut a day in his life. Meanwhile I have approximately 70 cuts running down my thigh & across my wrist and forearm because of how he’s tormented me & that’s the only way I can manage the abuse he put me through. I was two years clean from self harm before he started getting involved in my life and now I haven’t been clean for a year and a half. He’s not the victim.

He distanced from his family & friends willingly, and now that I left him for someone who behaves like a grown adult man (and not a child that I have to raise) and someone who doesn’t consistently cheat on me with animal porn and isn’t a liar and takes care of me and respects me, he’s throwing a fit and trying to rewrite history running back to mommy and daddy and all his pathetic old friends to cry that he was abused, he never would’ve said those things to them if it wasn’t for me. He HATED his mom. I have an audio recording of him SOBBING about the idea of being remotely like his father. He had TERRIBLE family relationships (except for his little sister! He did want to fuck her for a couple years, and tried very hard to! Lied to me about that for two and a half years of our relationship too!) he wasn’t abused, he’s just angry that I wouldn’t settle for a porn addicted emotional abuser and I left him for a real man who’s actually good for me.

#heartbreak #break up #break up quote #sad thoughts #sad quotes #i’m sad #abusive relationship #abuse recovery #abuse survivor

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a-very-fond-farewell · 10 months

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hi! hope this reply finds you.. eventually. I accidentally deleted your ask when I actually wanted to delete another one (sorry) but I was meaning to reply to a few people in a single post anyway and took provisional screenshots! so this was a lucky coincidence!

thank you for reading Children of the Red Dust! my pride and joy :D but since you know me from word of honor I.. kind of guess why you would be confused by my previous post about my “fandoms of interest”, as u say.

so, originally (I believe it was around either 2017 or 2018, cannot guarantee on that I’m afraid) this was a side-blog spurred from my need to compartmentalize and gush about my experience of re-reading a few of my favorite fics from the hobbit fandom. back then, in fact, I was in a slump and needed to pick myself up. so I decided to revisit fandoms who had brought me joy in the past, one of which was the bagginshield ship. hence a “nostalgia” blog!

coincidentally, one of the authors of a particular fic among those would have later on (in 2020) influenced my decision to try reading mdzs since they were considering writing a fic about it. they were (and still are!) one of my favorite fic authors, so I trusted them completely on that and that’s how I stepped into the world of danmei!

first it was the untamed, then winter begonia and finally word of honor, through which you have come to meet me :) isn’t that magical?

now. in regards of your second question.. thank you for letting me ramble about my new shiny interests! :D

so here’s a handy list:

1. hotd & r//haenicent :

oh, where do I start! that’s a tough one bc I’m mostly vibing in here?? like. don’t get me wrong, I love the show as it is and I do enjoy the lore behind it a great deal. I’m mostly absorbing the content and let it either shock me or impress me depending on what’s on screen. I do see the flaws but I honestly don’t care about them. I’m just vibing, as I said. but I do like to see people posting meta about the reasoning behind each character! and I love reading about the actors’ ideas behind their back stories and motivations!

my ship of choice is mostly based on the fact that I do like me some toxic-ladies-twice-divorced energy in the room and I should add that I haven’t probably been able to watch killing eve yet just so I could prepare my tastebuds with the hotd female leads first. I especially love the modern!au edits I’m seeing floating around and for now that’s enough to keep me from starving until the new season arrives.

2. the devil judge :

honestly, my focus would be gone on all planes of existence wasn’t it for @/amethystina’s fic (I don’t want to bother her with me tagging her on this, but do trust me and go read it bc it’s gonna change your life!) Who Holds The Devil. seriously, my anxiety has been so bad recently but there she glows, the most massive brain in the universe, bringing us frequent updates despite her busy schedule (and, apparently?? she wrote an entire 100k words fic in the strangers from hell fandom on a whim?? so if that’s your vibe you can go feast on that baby and have a fucking party while you’re at it. thank me later)

no but for real. it’s almost camp. almost. the drama, I mean. all it needs is a feathered boa and it checks out. outlandish villains that do be sounding a little too similar to IRL egotistical capitalist pigs, dangerous pretty ladies, rich bitches (Kang YoHan included), mysteries™️, boytoys and sassy teenagers. there are a few complains I have, ngl, but the vibes are immaculate imo. I would also offer, in a similar vein, kdramas like little women (a recent favorite of mine!), beyond evil (a classic at this point) and, on a bigger scale, the glory (which I have yet to watch, contrary to the first two).

3. helluva boss :

this one caught me off guard, ngl. I used to see it trending on tumblr often but thought it was just the most recent western brand of animation that people get hooked on for the witty dialogue and vaguely philosophical themes being explored (as u can see idk anything about these things, I thought it was similar to adventure time or smth, the fool that I was!). what I got instead was great animation and complex three-dimensional characters overall. now I’ve rewatched the entirety of the available episodes perhaps ten times. honestly, my anxiety really needed that.

as with hotd, I’m just vibing.. but I’m very engaged. I felt almost euphoric at the thought that animators and artists could just.. have fun with it? I’m sure there’s an enormous amount of work involved in the production of every single episode, so I’m just leaning back and enjoy the show. bad gays are hella entertaining and I’m here for it. coincidentally, around the same time I started actively watching the series I found out about a new queer short film that is being developed called the lovers! it’s gonna be a long wait but it’s gonna be worth it :D

4. don’t hug me I’m scared :

this was a fun one. when it first came out (idr when tho) I remember being very uncomfortable with the material. it reminded me of Flat Eric, a yellow puppet used in dance music videos of some artist or smth: it used to terrify me as a child and dhmis evoked the same reaction out of me in the beginning. but then I watched some video essay on the matter and I grew more accustomed to the feel of it and became interested in the though process behind it instead. first video I watched on the topic was about an interpretation of the show through an autistic perspective and the other was a.. I believe a 3 or 4 hours video making an overview on the whole lore behind it.

I’m not very interested in “finding out what does this all mean” or anything of the sort. I’m just here for the cosplays xD no but really, people are so inventive! and they make merchandise and dolls and drawings and full on costumes all on their own! that’s creative as fuck! and it’s unsettling and evocative at the same time. I’m baffled by everyone’s talents and I’m merely wishing to be as good as them ahah.

5. dune & the hunger games :

not sure how this happened. I have read the latter series but not the first, I don’t have time for that. but I can digest a movie or two and the visuals are very interesting to me! also I am a bene gesserit simp and I hate them and their ways in equal measure. idk why but that’s how it is. similarly, I want to see how the cast for the prequel of hunger games does! I’ve heard the lovely viola davis is in it and I’m thrilled to see her being unhinged :D

but mostly, I re-evaluated the entire hunger game trilogy by reading meta posts and fics exploring the story from different perspective in the past and this new movie reignited the interest for the time being, so I’m excited to give it a try! dune, on the other hand, is new for me and it’s helping me bond with my dad on our shared love for sci-fi. what’s not to love??

6. succession :

I’m honestly not sure about this one. I plan to look more into it but idk when I will have the time ahah. if nothing it will entertain me with rich people drama which is always obnoxiously fun to tap into when capitalism fucks me over one way or another. we will see!

thank you for letting me talk into the void xD hope you have a great day yourself!

#niki answers #sneaky niki

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Roommates Masterlist

3 Cheers for Sweet Revenge (ao3) - gnamjoon michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 9k

Summary: Erm, it's me. Your upstairs neighbour, and apparently nightly supplier of audio porn. I just wanted to apologise for what has now been SIX MONTHS (you could've said something earlier!!) of a bad sleep cycle. So, sorry. To express this, I have decided (or rather, my roommate Ashton, who is currently looking over my shoulder and is incredibly pissed off that I don't listen to him when he complains about the noise level, has decided) that I owe you a night of super-loudness. Just please, wait until exams are over and I have a chance to buy sound-proof headphones. Luke

Or, the one where Michael and Calum live below Ashton and Luke, the latter of which has really loud sex on weeknights, when Michael needs to study. Also, Biceps are Calum's kryptonite

Apricity - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) michael/ashton T, 23k

Summary: Michael lets out a sound halfway between a gag and a sob, his head hanging low between his shoulders, hands braced against the dining table. “We missed our fucking flight, Ash,” he says. “We’re in Europe, it’s three days until Christmas and our plane takes off in less than an hour, so we’re stuck here and I won’t get to see my family, which means Christmas is ruined ‘cause Luke and Cal actually made it to the airport in time to get on the flight ‘cause they’re not absolute fucking morons, so I’m here with only you to keep me company for the holidays and—”

“Okay, first of all: Ouch, thanks a lot, didn’t realise you find my company that miserable,” Ashton cuts in as he takes a step back, letting his arm drop to his side. “And second: It’s not like that plane was the last one to ever depart from here. We’ll find another way to get home, we’ll book a different flight.”

In which Ashton and Michael miss their flight home for the holidays and are forced to spend Christmas together.

burnt eggs & broken promises (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/ashton G, 4k

Summary: Ashton's always found his roommate, Luke, nothing but aggravating, but when they make a deal where Ashton has to pretend to be Luke's boyfriend for a night, his opinion starts to shift slightly...

every night i slept, i dreamt i was with you (ao3) - formidablehedgehog michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Every night, without fail, Michael gives Luke a kiss on the cheek before settling down under his duvet, and Luke needs to know what it means.

Frostbite (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: He figures it out by accident.

It’s a cold, rainy morning and Luke just does not feel like dragging the trash out to the apartment dumpster. He knows he should take it out, because Ashton’s coming back today and Luke made chicken tikka masala for dinner the night before and he can smell the remnants in the trash from 50 feet away. Ashton hates the smell of chicken tikka masala.

Luke and Ashton are roommates, and Luke discovers a creative way to smooth over arguments with Ashton.

Gay For Pay (ao3) - Bibsibi luke/ashton M, 10k

Summary: “You're not gonna prostitute yourself to me, Ashton.”

“Have you never heard of gay for pay?”

Luke and Ashton are roomates and broke.

hiding in the seams (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 21k

Summary: With three years of friendship under their belts, that’s countless moments stowed away for Calum to use as fuel for his blog, especially when he gets submissions about anything to do with love.

He’s sure he doesn’t love Luke; his adoration is nothing more than a product of all the time that they spend together, but that doesn’t stop him from wondering what things would be like if they were more than just roommates.

Living with Luke (and Ashton and Michael) is probably going to be the death of him.

holding onto you (ao3) - toopunkforyou luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: He met Ashton - his roommate slash boyfriend on the first day of college, when Luke was just a freshman and Ashton was a sophomore incapable of manoeuvring a large mattress. In other words Ashton had sent Luke and his beloved laptop, tumbling to the floor. Ashton apologised profusely in what Luke guessed to be French, promising to pay for the repairs.

Just Know That It’s The Same For Me (ao3) - slashter michael/luke, calum/ashton, michael/harry E, 5k

Summary: Luke doesn't get what exactly happened between them at the dinner, replays the conversation over and over in her head but to no avail. She's stuck, completely lost, and, to top it all off, still so fucking in love with the one person who won't give her the fucking time of day.

It's absolute shit.

[Or the one where Luke is head over heels for Mikey but Mikey doesn't seem to feel the same way]

Lacuna (ao3) - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/calum

Summary: In which Luke needs a place to live, Calum needs a roommate, and they don't exactly dislike each other but they don't exactly like each other either.

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

our house (is a very, very, very fine house) (ao3) - consumeprilosec luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Single young dads Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin met at a Zoom support group for parents in quarantine. Since then, they've been shooting the shit for a while, yet their kids don't know each other well. As they get the kids together, Ashton and Luke realize they need each other in more ways than one.

Sippin' On Moonlight, Drinking Champagne (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/calum E, 15k

Summary: the one where Calum moves in with Michael and doesn't know how to take a hint.

the flatmate arrangement (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 20k

Summary: A 'The Flatshare' AU

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 40k

Summary: Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

you and i are the last to leave the party (ao3) - CalmCake luke/calum, ashton/oc T, 7k

Summary: “So, are we gonna talk about your method of protection against intruders being a baseball bat now or later?”

Or; Calum and Luke aren't actually roommates until they are.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: “No, Luke,” Michael interrupts. “Calum’s not my boyfriend.”

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but from Luke’s face Michael can see clearly that it has. “What? Since when?”

you're the one I needed this whole time (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 8k

Summary: Luke is always thinking about Calum.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #au #roommates #roommates masterlist #masterlists #oh my god they were roommates

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Omega, definitely omega (‘∀’●)♡

Do you have any idea how many people wrote (aged-up ofc) Izuku breeding fics it's almost it's own genre at this point.

Also, personally I can't read sub reader stuff. I know this blog isn't a dom reader blog but yeah, omega Izuku made me read one of the posts

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refer to this post for better understanding.

if breeding is a way for yandere aged-up characters to tie their darling down then it’s definitely scenting for the underaged characters.

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Omega!Izuku’s omega genes become more apparent after receiving OFA, which therefore makes him appealing to a lot of alphas, but he doesn’t want any of them – he wants pretty little half-omega-half-alpha you.

I could very well picture him getting ideas with scenting you so others would get the hint that you were taken, the entire ordeal starting off when you had asked Izuku if he would be able to meet you in your dorm room for the continuation of your little study session with him. He had offered it in the first place, and you’d been struggling with Heroics, so you didn’t find a reason not to accept his invitation. In return, you’d review him with Foreign Languages - the subject he’d been having a hassle with.

He didn’t ask to postpone the study session when he realized his heat was nearing, didn’t take medication before going to your dorm, where you welcomed him with the casual smile he often found himself melting at. Upon entering, the lovely whiff of your scent hit him drastically. It was evident that you had tried your best to mask it because you knew you’d be inviting someone over, and allowing your scent to spread around while a visitor was present was kind of audacious. He didn’t mind it, though - in fact, he’d love if you didn’t hide it. Your room was comforting, finely ventilated, and safety-ensuring; he wouldn’t mind basking in your scent that lingered everywhere in the open space of your bedroom.

And then there was your bed - fresh sheets and carefully aligned pillows, not quite cozy in his opinion as an omega. It was so uncomfortably organized. That was why he decided to settle there and crumple the blanket instead of sitting with you on the ground by the quaint coffee table. He offered you his notes and you offered him yours, and at length, you both immersed yourselves in reviewing, occasionally asking each other the things you didn’t quite understand about the lesson. In a while of reading the notes you came to notice he was a bit antsy, and though he was trying his best to hide his discomfort, you figured it was best to voice it out before he’d explode into a flurry of anxiety.

“Something wrong?” You asked, seeing him visibly tense at your query.

“I am, uh,” He stammered, avoiding your gaze, “nearing my heat…”

“Oh.” Was all you could say. You wouldn’t shame him for it, as it was a natural occurrence, but with your being partly an alpha, this was kind of an awkward and risky circumstance. “Did- did you take your pills?”

“No, but it’s fine. I can handle it.”

You weren’t buying it. Now that you knew his cycle was nearing, he probably wanted to be in the relief of his own nest, so you took it upon yourself to decide for him. Perhaps he was just too shy to say it. “You can return to your dorm room, you know. I’m sorry for insisting having you to tutor me-“

“No!” He exclaimed, wide-eyed, startling you. “Don’t say that! I... I was really looking forward to tutoring you. I don’t mind at all, it’s just that we scheduled at the worst time. But don’t worry! I can really manage.”

You smiled bashfully at his admission; his heart missed a beat upon seeing you. “Get comfortable on my bed, then. I don’t mind you messing it up; think of it as gratitude for tutoring me even though you’re struggling.”

How could he refuse the offer? He got to lie on your bed, scent it all the while he was in heat, and you wouldn’t even complain since you were the one who offered to him in the first place.

That was how you ended up resuming your study session, with him all wrapped up in your blankets, rubbing his scent on your sheets deliberately. While you enjoyed his presence, he enjoyed taking huge whiffs of your scent, all the while marking your night territory like it was his own; like you both were bound to sleep together on it. No wonder your bed smelled like Izuku that night. Sure, it was entirely new to you, but it wasn’t like you hated it. Besides, who didn’t like the smell of pines and olives?

Well your class sure as hell did not like that smell on you.

They kept giving you glances the next day, discomfort evident in the way they looked at you. Izuku took an absence, as he failed to take his pills at his cycle of heat, that you knew. It wasn’t until Mina confronted you did you understand why they’d been looking at you like you had just committed a felony.

“Did you... did you really scent Midoriya?”

Oh, so that was why they were acting so strange and distant from you.

You weren’t about to blatantly confess that you let Izuku use your bed as a pseudo-nest. Laughing it off, you explained, “Oh, he just accidentally slept on my bed while we were studying together.”

“You let him sleep on your fucking bed?” Incredulously exclaimed Bakugo. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I-”

“Don’t you know how things could have escalated between you two?! For fuck’s sake, you’re no longer a beta!”

You fell into silence at that. It had been only a few weeks ever since you knew of your actual second gender. Believing you’d been a beta your whole life, you weren’t exactly taught the dos-and-don’ts of the alpha-omega dynamic. Being beta gave you a large advantage in your platonic relationships with others; you neither had to worry of touching them nor take note of schedules for heats or ruts. Didn’t have to avoid people or set boundaries for something nature had instated upon them.

“Things didn’t escalate between us.” You sternly explained. “I let him sleep on my bed because he was tutoring me and was tired. He never meant to get his scent all over me, and I never had the intention of taking advantage of him if that’s what you’re implying.” You looked at Bakugo with mild disgust. “I’m sorry for not knowing any better. I wasn’t exactly taught this stuff growing up.”

But Bakugo wasn’t mad at that. Not because you could have taken advantage of Izuku, but because he took advantage of you and your naivety. He must have done something to make you allow him to sleep in your bed, like gaslighting you, guilt tripping you with things just so he could scent you.

But who was to say they wouldn’t do the same?

Scenting you, that is. And with your lack of knowledge of being an alpha or omega, it was so much easier to make you let their actions slide, like Momo offering to take care of your blankets or Ochako accidentally mixing up both your garments during laundry day. Denki rubbing his cheek on your neck to scent you under the ruse of playful flirting or Kirishima inviting you to workout with him because his scent exuded more rampantly when sweating. Shoto or Bakugo getting extra touchy with you during sparring in hero training - warm hands brushing against your rear or icy fingertips keeping you pinned down by the neck.

And if you grew up with a lot of misconceptions caused by your classmates? That was alright; they didn’t have intentions on leaving you be, anyway.

#bnha abo #bnha x reader #abo #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #class 1a x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere bnha #yandere #bnha omegaverse #omegaverse #abo dynamics #yanderechuu

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too-gay-for-marvel · 2 years

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so... mistletoe, huh?

a/n: this is day 4 of the 12 Days of Fluffmas! Don’t forget to go check out @hopingforromanoff blog to see her fics from yesterday and tomorrow!

Word Count: 830

Warnings: one swear word

Pairing: Kate x Reader

“You really have this many friends?” Kate asked as you both walked through the packed living room.

“They’re not all mine,” you chuckled, waving to someone across the room before putting the drinks on the counter. “It grew.”

“This is basically a sorority party,” Kate said with a huff.

“Okay, Miss Double Major, I’m sorry you’ve never had any fun before,” you teased her.

“I’ve had fun before!” Kate said, desperately trying to defend herself. “But this is a lot of people!”

“It’s Christmas and none of them have anywhere to go,” you explained. “Would you like me to kick them to the curb?”

“Well,” Kate stuttered. “No…”

“Then quite complaining and go have fun,” you said with a smile before putting a drink and her hand and ushering her off.

As much as Kate hated to admit it, you were right; it was a lot of fun having this many people around. Everyone was in the same boat, so it was easy to start up conversations. She even managed to find out why most of the people were there; some were too busy, some couldn’t afford it, others were estranged from their families.

“You came with Y/N, right?” One of the girls asked. Her name was… Sarah? Maybe?

“Yeah, yeah she’s just busy hosting,” Kate said quickly, her eyes darting away in an attempt to find you.

“Wait, your name is Kate, right?” Maybe Sarah asked. “Kate Bishop?”

“Yeah?” Kate answered, her brows furrowing. “Why?”

“Y/N talks about you, like, all the time,” she continued with a chuckle. “It’s nice to know you’re actually a real person.”

“She does?” Kate asked. She looked around again and finally saw you leaning against the counter talking to some guy who laughed a little too hard at what you were saying.

“So much that I thought you weren’t real,” Sarah continued, apparently not even noticing that Kate wasn’t looking at her. “I thought you were a made-up excuse she used when guys asked her out.”

“They do what?” Kate asked as her head snapped back to look at Sarah.

“You’re a regular when Connor comes around,” she continued, pointing to the guy who was talking to you. “Might wanna go save her, by the way. He’s relentless.”

“Yeah, yeah thanks,” Kate said quickly as she made her way over to where you were. You locked eyes with her as she got closer and gave her The Look.

“There you are,” Kate said as she walked up beside you. “I lost you for a minute.”

“Hey baby,” you said just loud enough for Connor to hear. “I missed you,” you said again as you leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Kate froze at the feel of your lips on her cheek. As much as she had wanted it over the past few years, she hadn’t thought it would actually happen. And now it was, and she was glued in her spot with a face that would completely give her away.

“I… better make my rounds,” Connor said awkwardly as he backed away.

“You’re my hero,” you said quickly once Connor was out of earshot.

“Huh?” Kate asked, still trying to bring herself out of her shock.

“He’s a sweet guy, but if he asks me on a date one more time then I’m going to scream,” you continued, not noticing Kate’s lack of attention.

“Yeah, great,” Kate mumbled.

“And maybe I’ll fuck the whole archery team, what do you think?”

“Sounds great,” Kate said. “Wait, what?”

“What’s go you so frazzled, Bishop?” You asked, leaning back against the counter with a small smile.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Kate defended.

“Then I’m gonna get another drink,” You said, already walking toward the drinks on the other side of the room. “I’ll bring you one!”

Kate stayed where she was and started fiddling with her fingers, not quite sure what to do while she waited. You had kissed her. On the cheek, sure, but you had kissed her. It was great! It was amazing, it gave her butterflies and she-

Wait.

When she looked over to see you standing in the doorway with a friend, she also noticed the mistletoe hanging above them. It seemed like your friend had noticed too.

Kate sprinted toward you, practically shoving your friend out of the way until she was standing under the mistletoe with you. You bit your bottom lip, but a smile still made it’s way onto your face as you looked into Kate’s eyes.

“So,” Kate huffed. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“You’re an idiot, Bishop,” you said with a shake of your head before leaning forward and kissing her.

“Wow,” Kate whispered against your lips when you pulled away.

“Mistletoe, huh?” You teased while Kate still tried to compose herself.

“Yeah,” Kate mumbled. “Yeah, mistletoe,” she said before cupping your face with both hands and pulling you back into a deeper kiss.

Okay, maybe, just maybe, you liked her too.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #marvel #my writing

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beardedhandstoadshark · 2 years

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Ok so, posts like these aren’t usually my style, but lately I saw a lot of posts about a lot of new people apparently coming to tumblr mostly from Twitter and TikTok

And the amount of people I‘ve seen who genuinely feel superior because they’ve been on this website for a long time and think all newcomers should just instantly know about all the tumblr-specific micro-rules or gtfo, LITERALLY GATEKEEPING THIS WEBSITE, a bit concerning.

Because guess what? This website is dying, and you‘re one of the reasons.

And all these posts keep talking about how they don’t want any of the twitter drama or cringy 14y olds doing cringy dances, but…

You’re using Tumblr.

I’m sorry, but are these people aware what website they’re on? Where do these people think the Twitter drama originally came from? What reputation this website has on the rest of the internet? All of the things complained about are things that happened on tumblr as well, and are even what this site is mostly known for. This is the website that produced multiple Kickstarter scams, Superwholock, Dashcon, and might even be the sole reason many fandoms are considered to be as cringy and toxic as they are/where at their height. The people complaining about cringy people now were the original cringy people. And still are. This website is the epitome of cringe.

And even ignoring all of that…you were once a newcomer too! Everyone was! No one just knows how to navigate this space unless being told, and even then, it still takes time, time you’re not allowing them to have.

And wouldn’t be seeing a bit of advice on how to do blogs be more appreciated than a horde of screeching strangers just insulting others for daring to be new? A bit of kindness isn’t hurting anyone, and would make this hellsite (affectionate) just a tiny bit nicer and less of a toxic sludge.

Because at the end, if new people don’t come, and this entire site will only be populated by the few toxic people left who instantly shut down any attempt of new folks seeing the actual good things this website has to offer, then I’m sorry to tell you this, but it will unavoidably shut down for good.

Sincerely, someone who‘s been lurking for 8 years, joined one ago, and is surprised to be mostly enjoying it so far. Take a guess why it took so long.

#rant #tumblr #new people #on one hand going #cringe culture is dead #but on the other hand doing the exact same thing #the hypocrisy of it all #JUST LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN #IF DASHCON DIDNT END EVERYTHING THEN A BUNCH OF DANCES WONT EITHER #y’all sounding like the toxic players in every hardcore MMO RPG #they do the exact same thing currently observed here #and guess what- almost all hardcore mmorpgs shut don’t make it far #(there’s actually a quite good video on that topic on YouTube)#man I don’t like being negative on this blog but this was just getting too annoying not to let out somehow #and I know no one’s gonna see this which makes it kinda unnecessary but idc #SHOUTOUTS TO ALL THE NEW PEOPLE #(who I technically also count as I guess BUT STILL)#SHOUTOUTS TO YOU FOR TRYING #SHOUTOUTS TO THE POEPLE GIVING HELPFUL TIPS #SHOUTOUTS TO ALL OF YOU #as stupid as the concept is I actually kinda like tumblr‘s weird hellsite high thing they’ve got going on #it’s on brand AND helpful!#so a good combo

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jackiebrackettt · 2 years

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Memorybooks and Tubbolul Fanfic CHAPTER 3!

Okay so the premise of this fic is: these are all hypothetical scenarios surrounding memorybooks ranboo leaving ^_^ each one is a different universe/scenario/whatever you want to call it. Also this is canon divergent! anything from dream getting a blog to harass them and onwards isn’t treated as canon - mostly bc i started writing this b4 all that happened lol. also there's 4 parts to this in total, hope u guys enjoy ^_^! read chapters 1 and 2 here lol: link

They should probably go back to Snowchester and the mansion soon. But it’s been a nice couple of weeks getting away from everyone - especially now that Ranboo’s back. She had to make some severe upgrades to her bed so Ranboo could actually fit it in, but it’s nice to have him here again. She can go to sleep to the sound of Ranboo purring, and wake up warm and content. Both of them curled around each other.

This morning he isn’t woken up by Michael or Tommy. This morning he’s woken up by Ranboo’s clawed hands steadily carding through his hair. He yawns. Then lets himself burrow in closer. Tries not to feel too disgruntled when Ranboo backs away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Ranboo murmurs, and it takes Tubbo’s half asleep brain an extra couple of seconds to decipher it.

“‘S ok.”

“I’m- I’m uh, going- I’m going somewhere today.”

Ranboo sighs, bringing her hand from tubbo’s hair to cup his cheek.

“Mhm?”

He stretches as much as he can before the pull on his scars starts to hurt. And when he tries to sit up, Ranboo pulls him back down.

“It’s early. You don’t- you don’t have to get up yet.” And then, so quiet Tubbo almost thinks he’s imagined it, “don’t- don’t get up yet.”

She’s not going to complain. The bed is warm and she stayed up late last night. And if Michael and Tommy don’t want her yet and Ranboo’s going- where are they going?

“Mining again?”

“Y-yeah. Been awhile since I last went and all that.”

He hums and absently pats Ranboo’s arm.

“Bring me back lots of diamonds, okay?”

Ranboo laughs. It’s soft and sweet and makes tubbo smile.

“You’ll get lots of diamonds. I promise.”

“D’you know when you’ll be back? Gotta tell Michael.”

Ranboo’s silent for a second. Or maybe she isn’t. Time is still a bit difficult to grasp right now.

“Not- not for a while. Probably not for a while, actually.”

And generally tubbo tries not to verbalise his displeasure with ranboo’s long trips. Thought it was already obvious and saying it out loud would just sound like whining. But the conversation - if you can even call it that - with Ghostboo is still fresh in his mind. So he lets himself twist his head to press a kiss to ranboo’s palm.

“Going to miss you.” And then, because she can’t be too sappy, “how will I get to sleep without your suspiciously cat-like purring?”

Ranboo laughs, something in it sounding strained. But they always sound like that whenever Tubbo brings up their cat-like features.

“Tommy purrs too now, actually.” Ranboo says. “I’m just- I’m just straight up not the only one who purrs anymore.”

“Shut up. You’re so annoying.”

“You married me.”

“And I'd do it again.”

This time he’s sure Ranboo does go silent. Then he hears the bed shift and feels Ranboo kiss him on the forehead.

“I- I have to go.” She sounds unsure. But then sighs and moves away, getting out of the bed. And when she speaks again it’s with a surety that Tubbo doesn’t know how to process. “I- yeah. Yeah, I have to go.”

“See you later.”

“Goodbye, Tubbo.”

“Say bye to Michael, okay?”

“I… I will.”

Apparently Ranboo already has her bag packed considering she doesn’t stop along the way. There’s just the creak of the bed, Ranboo’s soft footsteps, and then the quiet click of the door.

Tubbo tries to get a few more minutes of sleep. If he’s lucky, Michael will be tired enough that when Ranboo wakes him, he’ll just go straight back to sleep. But Michael’s a morning kid. So Tubbo probably isn’t going to be able to sleep for long.

But it’s long enough for him to doze off. For him to snap his eyes open warily when he hears the door, mind not quite caught up with his situation. But then he recognises the sound of Michael’s hooves trotting across the wooden floor and he remembers that he’s safe. That no one knows where they are. That they’re far away from the mainland and he built walls a couple weeks ago.

Michael jumps up onto the bed just as Tubbo gets her body to relax. So she sits up and gathers Michael into a hug. Then falls to the side, dragging Michael with her. Her son giggles, squirming to get out of her hold. But she keeps him there for a second, then lets go. Sitting up again when Michael does.

“Hey kiddo!”

He signs as he speaks and uses the cheeriest voice he can muster. It’s not hard when seeing Michael makes his heart soar. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to get over that. Becoming a father is probably the best decision he’ll ever make, apart from marrying ranboo.

“Good morning!” Michael signs back to him.

“You go wake Tommy up and I’ll get breakfast started, okay?”

Michael nods enthusiastically. Then he’s climbing down the bed and rushing out the room. Tubbo’s slower to follow. His body aches and his scars are tight from the lack of moisturising and moving while sleeping. But that can wait until after breakfast. For now he just clambers out of bed and tries not to overstretch himself until he can, you know, properly stretch his body out. Then he grabs his cane and makes his way into the kitchen, where he can hear Tommy and Michael playing in the living room.

When she reaches the kitchen bench, he sees Ranboo’s vault key lying there. She must’ve forgotten to put it away again. Although Tubbo doesn’t know why she’d have it out in the first place. But she’ll put it away so it doesn’t get lost and give it to Ranboo when they get back from their trip. And then she turns his attention towards breakfast.

It’s been a couple of days since Ranboo left and Tubbo’s been trying to stay away from his comm. Picking up building projects around Petalsborough and distracting himself by hanging out with Michael and Tommy. Tommy tells him he’s overthinking it, but he just doesn’t want to annoy Ranboo with lots of meaningless texts. They deserve to have hobbies too, after all, and Tubbo isn’t going to be a bad husband by complaining about them.

Sometimes Ranboo gets really focused while mining. Doesn’t answer their comm at all until they’re done. And Tubbo’s already sent a couple texts with no response so that means they’re busy.

But Ranboo was dead a month ago. And not being able to see her or talk to her - to assure himself that Ranboo is there - is starting to get to him a little.

But then again, it’s been a couple of days of radio silence now. Tubbo’s well within his right to ask when he’s coming back, right? His last trip only lasted a couple days, after all. So he sends a message. Just a quick, “hey are you going to be back soon? Should I make dinner for you?”

And he feels a pit form in his stomach when the radio silence continues into the next day.

It’s two days after that, that she leaves Michael with Tommy to head back to the mainland. Maybe Ranboo lost her comm and can’t remember the co-ords. Maybe Phil or Techno needed her help with something and she’s been too distracted to remember to answer. It has to be something like that.

There’s a million perfectly reasonable explanations that don’t include his husband’s death.

And there’s a million perfectly reasonable explanations that do.

They twist and curl around his brain, getting louder and more present until he can’t quite block them out.

The pit in his stomach gets larger and a tightness starts to form in his chest. Because Ranboo isn’t in Snowchester. And every person Tubbo stumbles across says they haven’t seen him. And by the time he reaches the Arctic his hands are shaking so he shoves one into his pocket and tightens the other around his cane until it stops.

And part of his brain is screaming at him to just turn around and go wait in Snowchester for Ranboo to appear. Because the Arctic commune is like Schrödinger's box. And as long as Tubbo doesn’t open it, there’s still a chance Ranboo is alive.

But her legs are obeying the other part of her brain. The part chanting find Ranboo so loud it feels like her body is consumed with it. So he trudges onward and doesn’t hesitate or stumble. Doesn’t stop until he’s knocking at Phil’s door. It only takes a couple of seconds to open.

“Have you seen Ranboo?”

Phil blinks, surprised.

“Uh… well first of all, hi. Second of all, I thought he was with you?”

“He said he was going mining about four days ago. Hasn’t answered my messages since.”

Phil sighs. And gets this look in his eyes that might be pity. Tubbo swallows down his anger. Because Ranboo is fine. Their relationship is fine. And Tubbo’s fine as well. He doesn’t need pity. But he lets Phil usher him into the house and to a seat at the table.

“Let’s get you a drink, okay mate?”

She doesn’t have time to respond before Phil’s putting the kettle on. Then he sits down opposite Tubbo and sighs again, gathering his thoughts.

“Last time I saw Ranboo, they came over here asking me to disable their stasis chamber. That was um… four days ago, if I’m counting right.”

“Why?”

Phil shrugs.

“Said he was settling down with you guys. He didn’t want an easy way for people to call him back since the whole, you know, brush with death and everything.”

It was a bit more than a brush with death but Tubbo’s going to get nowhere if he’s rude. And him and Phil are on alright terms, recently. Well, sort of. Strangely enough, he thinks he’s on better terms with Techno at the moment. But him and Phil are at least friendly, if they ignore everything in between them.

“So, she didn’t go mining?”

“Not that I know of? He was packing up his house and shit, though. Even though it’s been mostly empty since he moved to Snowchester.” He shrugs again. “I thought she was just grabbing some last minute items that she forgot.”

“Uh… alright.”

The water finishes boiling and he’s served some tea. The warmth of it biting against his frozen fingers.

“So… you don’t think she was taken anywhere? You think she left on purpose?”

“I guess?” Phil pauses to take a sip of his tea. “They could’ve gone mining and just not told me, though. But four days is a long time.”

“Four days is a long time.” Tubbo echoes.

“You’re welcome to stay here and wait for them if you want.”

“Thanks.” He nods absently. “I’ll only wait for a little bit. Then I’ll get out of your hair and go back to the mansion and see if he’s there.”

They mostly sit in silence. Phil finishes his tea first and promptly declares that he has business elsewhere, but that Tubbo can stay as long as he locks the door behind him when he leaves. He also promises to message Tubbo if he sees or hears from Ranboo.

Tubbo waits until he’s gone, then dumps the rest of her tea in the sink. Then she leaves, locking the door behind her as promised, and starts the trek back to Snowchester.

As soon as he gets into the mansion he pulls his comm out and starts typing.

Tubbo_: i’m at mainland

Tubbo_: wjere r u?

Tubbo_: did u lose ur comm or something?

Tubbo_: phil siad u were packing up ur house and that u disabled ur stasis chamber

And then, because he’s worried that’s a little too passive aggressive he tries to joke.

Tubbo_: if ur ignoring me on purpose i’m going to be soo mad ):<

Tubbo_: no kisses for a week ):<

He hesitates. Lets his fingers hover over the keyboard before quickly typing out:

Tubbo_: srsly dud e r u okay?

Ranboo: I’m fine

Tubbo_: call me call mme call me call me now

It’s barely even a second after he sends the message that his comm starts ringing. He fumbles with it, pressing the button before he can properly read who’s calling. And as it’s connecting he has the horrible thought of; what if it’s just a coincidence? What if it’s not Ranboo? But then it connects and yes, that’s Ranboo’s voice - soft, and concerned, and hesitant.

“Hello?”

The tension falls from her body and she slumps back against the double doors behind her. Lets out a laugh that’s a little too high-pitched and breathy to be from anything except left-over panic.

“Hi! Hey, Ranboo.”

“Is everything okay?”

And their voice is hesitant, and concerned, and has something to it that Tubbo can’t decipher but that doesn’t matter because they’re alive. “Just- just couldn’t get a hold of you.” He laughs, aware that Ranboo probably knows him well enough to pick up on the strain hiding beneath the casual tone of it. “Thought maybe you got trapped in your mine and your comm broke. Um… when are you coming home by the way?” The line goes silent, save for the quiet static that assures Tubbo it’s still connected. His chest feels tight.

“Ranboo?”

“I’m- I’m not.”

His voice sounds small, and wet. And it shouldn’t ever sound wet because that means he’s probably crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Tubbo falls into comforting mode before he’s even aware he’s doing it. Quietening his voice and pitching it up. It’s something he usually saves for Michael. But the tightness in his chest and the churning in his stomach has him defaulting to any composed persona he can think of. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Ranboo sighs. And when she speaks again her voice sounds clearer. “Just- just don’t make this- don’t make it harder than it needs to be, okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

She thinks she feels sick.

“I’m… I’m not- I’m not coming back. Not to Snowchester, or Petalsborough. Not even- not even the Arctic. I’m just- I’m staying away. For a while, probably. I mean, hopefully I’ll be back eventually? But… yeah.”

“What are you talking about?”

She definitely feels sick.

“I’m fine, okay? I’m alright. You don’t- you don’t have to worry about me.” Ranboo sighs. “Don’t come looking for me, okay?”

“Did I do something wrong?” He hears his voice crack and winces. “I’m- I’m sorry. Whatever it is-”

“No, no, Tubbo, it’s okay, it’s not you.” Ranboo’s voice is soft. But he’s leaving. And Tubbo always makes people leave. So, it is him. It has to be. “It’s- it’s me. This is my fault. And I- I have to go to fix it. But it’s- it’s not- it’s not you.”

“You- you can’t-”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ranboo- you can’t-”

“I won’t- I’m not answering this again.”

“Ranboo!”

But the call disconnects and her comm screen turns off, plunging her into darkness. And the static she’s hearing now isn’t from the call. It’s just from the overwhelming silence of the mansion.

He’s not really aware of when he slowly slides to the floor. He’s not aware of the frantic messages he sends Ranboo, each one becoming more incomprehensible with his desperation. He’s not aware of when he gives up and tucks his comm to his chest, hoping to feel it buzz with Ranboo’s response.

All he knows is that one second Ranboo was hanging up on him, and the next he’s waking up with the cold floor of the mansion underneath him. His comm buzzing loudly.

She’s never been more disappointed to see Tommy texting her.

But she gets up. Finds her cane and ignores the way her body aches and her scars feel too tight to move without pain. Then he starts the journey back to Petalsborough, and tries to figure out what he’s going to tell his son.

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End notes: can you tell i wrote this one first? anyway the last one (happy one lol) should be out uuhh... lets give an estimate of within a week or something. reblogs super appreciated as always and i'm taking tags and replies and comments so please do like.. either of those as well ig!! very much appreciated

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3005 || part 11

3005 [part 11] || "Perks of dating a Slytherin"

[no matter what you say and what you do // when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you]

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“Jeez, it’s insane in here -- we’re packed like sardines!” Y/n trails into the Three Broomsticks after Jimin and Tae, barely managing to catch the Ravenclaw’s complaint over the noise of the crowd. She’s barely made it in the door of the pub, but she can already see that she might be stuck there a while. It’s full to capacity, a sea of colored scarves and matching hats -- early November has brought nothing but cloudy mornings and chilly nights, the lower levels of Hogwarts particularly affected by the evening drafts. She’s lucky that Hufflepuff is kept at a consistent level of cozy warmth, but she can tell Slytherins must deal with constant cold by the way that Hoseok and Yoongi, who hover in the doorway behind her, have only draped their deep green scarves over thin long-sleeve shirts.

From the front, Jimin complains, trying to no avail to push through the mass of students and find a free table or even call dibs on one that’s busy. And even from behind Tae, Y/n can see the Gryffindor is pouting, which is entirely endearing, but she doesn’t get the chance to point it out to him -- there’s a hand on her waist, gently guiding her to the side. Another hand wraps around her wrist, this one shockingly warm against her cold skin, and she turns to see Yoongi pulling her in silently toward him while Hoseok brushes past her on the other side. The smaller Slytherin pulls her in close enough that she has to cross her eyes to properly see him, but he’s not even looking at her. He’s gazing expectantly in Hoseok’s direction.

Following his eyes, she sees that something of a miracle is occurring -- the mass is parting for Hoseok, students bumping into each other as they rush to get out of his way. He says nothing, simply making his way through the crowd and beckoning them in after him. Tae stumbles after Jimin, and Y/n only follows when Yoongi quietly moves his hand to the small of her back and nudges her in their direction. Before she can get too far from him, she feels his lips press against the shell of her ear as he whispers to her.

“Perks of dating a Slytherin -- nice, huh?” Y/n’s heart jumps to her throat, and she lurches forward slightly, putting distance between them. She still hears as he snickers behind her, but she ignores it and follows after Tae.

As she goes, she sees that, ahead of her, Hoseok has reached a round booth, just big enough to fit the five of them. There’s a couple of Ravenclaws that get there at the same time he does, and when he turns to look at them, Y/n can see exactly why the crowd had parted for him. He’s got a look in his eye -- nothing compared to the look he’d given Remus in the forest all those weeks ago -- but it’s almost as if he knows he doesn’t need it. His face is blank and his eyes are empty, something entirely terrifying to someone unfamiliar with Hoseok. He looks like a true Slytherin, one that commands obedience with his mere presence.

One of the Ravenclaws takes one look at Hoseok and is immediately stepping back, pulling his companion along with him. Hoseok only nods gratefully to them, clearly showing that he hadn’t meant to be intimidating -- it’s just who he is. Then he turns and waves them forward, Jimin rushing in a bit fast and shooting his housemates an apologetic smile. He slips into the booth, Tae following close behind. They file in like that, Hoseok sliding in after Yoongi and letting his hand fall comfortably to his boyfriend’s thigh once he’s settled. Y/n sees the movement and notes in the back of her mind with surprise that Hoseok’s hand is much bigger than expected -- it covers almost all of Yoongi’s thigh.

“See something you like, Princess?” Hoseok leans in to whisper it, but, judging by the looks of disgust that cross Jimin and Tae’s faces, he hadn’t been quiet enough.

“And on that note, I’m gonna order us some food!” Jimin scoots out of the booth, making a beeline for the bar as Taehyung reaches dramatically after his best friend. He turns back, resigning himself to the strange dynamic of the trio before him. But Y/n only scoots in to cling to his arm, smiling up at him, and the Gryffindor relaxes.

“So, is there anywhere you guys need to go after lunch? Jimin and I want to stop at Honeydukes!” Hoseok nods along to Taehyung’s request, humming in consideration.

“I could really go for some jelly slugs…” Y/n and Tae stare at him in disbelief, unsure if he’s just messing with them. The idea that Jung Hoseok -- the guy that had just moved an entire crowd for them with no more than a look -- could enjoy something so… sugary… is beyond them. But apparently, it’s a topic of regular conversation in the 7th year Slytherin boys’ dorm.

“I told you, that shit’s bad for your teeth--”

“Says the one who sits in class chewing on sugar quills instead of using a real quill to take notes.” Hoseok cuts Yoongi off with finality, challenging him to continue, but the shorter boy only grimaces and mumbles under his breath about Jimin taking too long. Y/n and Taehyung look to each other for answers, only finding more confusion.

When Jimin does finally return -- somehow managing to balance 5 plates of food in his arms -- the group settles in to eat, chatting about various things until they finish their food. It’s nice, Y/n decides, to hang out with friends she doesn’t always find herself with. Although she’d become rather close with Jimin and Taehyung recently, she’d spent every Hogsmeade weekend with Jin and Namjoon until now, so this is all still relatively new to her.

It’s especially new to hang out so closely with Yoongi and Hoseok -- she admits that she’d definitely gotten comfortable with them since the day that Yoongi had claimed her bed as his own while she’d had a strangely deep heart to heart with Hoseok, but she still feels slightly tense around them. Their constant flirting has been more than disarming, but it flusters her most when they’re right in front of her. At least when they’re texting, she can hide in the comfort of her room, but here… she has nowhere to run if they decide to start teasing her.

As if to drag her out of her thoughts by proving her right, the warmth of a palm sliding across the expanse of her thigh startles her back to reality. She glances down quickly, taking in the fact that there is actually a hand on her leg, before following the arm up to its owner. Hoseok only eyes her with confusion, having reached across Yoongi to get her attention.

Turning quickly to Taehyung, she looks up at him with confused panic, as if to confirm that she’s not hallucinating. The Gryffindor’s already staring down at her leg, having seen the movement out of the corner of his eye. He meets her gaze with wide eyes before turning away, as if to tell her it’s none of his business what she gets up to with Hoseok in the middle of this pub. When she tries to lean in further for his attention, Tae only turns his whole body away from her, sipping at his drink and denying her silent plea for assistance with feigned ignorance.

He catches Jimin’s eye in doing so, and the Ravenclaw glances over quickly, his gaze catching on Hoseok’s ringed fingers resting on the inside seam of Y/n’s jeans. Immediately, Jimin’s choking on his food, turning away with reddening ears as he puts his napkin up to his mouth. Hoseok looks around, eyes wide with confusion at the reactions he’s getting. Yoongi only closes his eyes and nods, fully having expected this chain of commotion in the booth.

Y/n looks down at the hand in her lap once more, hating that the only thing coming to mind is that now she can definitely confirm that Hoseok’s hand is as large as she’d noted previously. She stares down at it, scandalized, only coming back to reality when Hoseok squeezes her thigh, drawing her attention back to him. He’s smiling, but it’s filled with bemusement.

“Princess, I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes -- where was your head?”

It was thinking about yo--

Y/n blinks, shaking her head both to answer Hoseok and to rid herself of the intrusive thought she’d just had. She looks to Yoongi quickly, terrified that he might somehow be sitting close enough to have heard the unexpected words that had crossed her mind. He’s examining her carefully out of the corner of his eye, but his face is void of emotion except for the hint of amusement in his gaze. When she makes eye contact with him, he leans in, holding her gaze and whispering to her in a low voice.

“He’s only trying to give you your potion for today -- are your thoughts wandering somewhere they shouldn’t be, babe?” Y/n leans away the closer Yoongi gets, deciding they’re both much too close for comfort. Pulling her leg gently from Hoseok’s grasp, she scoots in the booth until she’s flush with Taehyung, who continues to sip at his drink with vigor, as if he hadn’t just heard the entire exchange. She’s about to force the Gryffindor to acknowledge her existence and help her, but there’s another hand falling to her lap, this one different but warm all the same.

It’s Yoongi’s, and while he has his palm turned up toward her -- a vial filled with familiar contents sitting innocently there -- the contact is enough to have Taehyung elbowing Jimin urgently, decidedly finished with his lunch. The Ravenclaw scoots toward the edge of the booth, taking one last gulp of his butterbeer before gesturing vaguely at his coat pocket, where his phone sits untouched.

“Text from Namjoon -- bookstore -- gotta meet hi-- bye!” Wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s wrist, he pulls the boy with him out of the booth, and with that, the two of them disappear into the crowd and out the door. Y/n stares after them, panic seeping into every fiber of her being as she turns slowly to face the two Slytherins she’s been left alone with. Hoseok’s also staring at the spot their friends had disappeared into, but Yoongi only presses his hand further into Y/n’s lap, urging her to take the vial.

“Full moon’s tomorrow -- drink up, babe.”

“No, that has to be a fucking joke -- you’re lying to me--”

“I’m not lying! I hiked my ass up that fucking tree and sat there throwing sticks at this girl so she would stop hurting herself until 5 o’clock in the morning!” Y/n groans and hides behind her hands, laughing out of sheer humiliation while Hoseok retells the story of the night they’d met -- the night she’d almost killed him. Yoongi leans his head back against the booth and breathes out a laugh, unable to believe what he’s just heard. He turns to Y/n, reaching out and tugging on her wrists until her eyes appear from behind her hands.

“Thank you very much for not ripping my boyfriend to shreds before I could confess. I would have been pissed.” She pulls her wrist from Yoongi’s grasp, pushing at his shoulder with another groan. She notices out of the corner of her eye that Hoseok’s gesturing silently toward the bar, holding up three fingers before pointing at their table -- their third set of refills in the last two hours. The glint of the metal bands on his fingers catches her attention, and she swallows hard as she returns her gaze to Yoongi’s face. The look he’s giving her tells her he’s caught her staring, but he only smiles when she clears her throat and attempts to move on.

“I just think it’s ridiculous that -- for someone who claims to be obsessed with magizoology and all things magical creatures -- Hoseok didn’t think ahead before wandering out to the Forbidden Forest on a full moon night.” Hoseok cracks a smile, rolling his eyes good-naturedly at her jab before focusing in on the waiter that’s sliding three fresh butterbeers onto their table. He slips the man a tip with a quick thanks, man, before pushing two of the drinks over to Y/n and Yoongi. There’s something so effortlessly smooth about the way Hoseok had handled the entire interaction -- as mundane and simple as it’d been -- that sets Y/n’s nerves on fire, and she accepts the drink shyly. Her mind flashes back to the one time she’d been here with her brother and his friends, the way Remus had stumbled over his words and almost spilled his drink on the table. It isn’t as cute to her now as it was back then--

Wait, what the hell?

“Princess?” She looks up from her drink and finds both Hoseok and Yoongi staring at her, heads tilted in matching confusion. Hoseok’s eyes flick down to her drink, and he gestures toward the bar with his thumb. “You’ve been drinking them cold this whole time, but I can get you something else if you don’t want it--”

“No! No… Thank you. This is good.” Hoseok stops short at her outburst, Yoongi’s eyebrows lifting past his fringe in surprise. Y/n only looks between them for a moment before lifting the drink to her lips awkwardly. When she sets it down again, she doesn’t notice the line of foam stretching across her top lip. The boys focus in on it, Yoongi taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he decidedly leans toward her after a moment. Resting two fingers under her chin, he swipes his thumb slowly over her mouth, sitting back and sticking that same thumb in his mouth to clean the sugar off his skin when he’s done. Hoseok watches the exchange with unwavering intensity, following the path of Yoongi’s hand all the way to the smaller boy’s mouth. Y/n doesn’t realize she’s done the same.

Seeing that he’s being stared at, Yoongi smiles awkwardly, leaning his elbows on the table as the tips of his ears turn pink. Looking to his boyfriend, he opens his mouth.

“So… it’s your fault you almost died?” Hoseok blinks, the moment gone. Y/n takes another sip of her drink, giving herself time to hide behind the large mug that covers much of her reddening face when she tilts it back. She swipes self-consciously at her mouth with her sleeve when she’s done, hoping they wouldn’t have to repeat the intimate display from before. She thinks that, if not for the fact that she’s found herself sensitized to the sound of Hoseok’s voice, she would have missed his response.

“Alright, I feel like I have to defend myself here -- I mean, I was 13 and way too excited about finding that pack of sentient wolves I’d read about. You really can’t blame me for not expecting there to be students of Y/n’s… special nature.” Hoseok glances around the pub inconspicuously, and Y/n finds herself covered in goosebumps when he lowers his voice at the end.

What the hell is happening to me?

Y/n blinks quickly, willing her frazzled state to just disappear, and focuses on what he’d said previously instead. She meets his eyes, sighing slightly when she sees that he’s already peering at her, thoroughly entertained by whatever it is that he’s finding on her face.

“So--” Hoseok straightens, discarding whatever he’d been thinking about to pay attention. “--are you just a total magizoology nerd then? Is that what you wanna do after graduation?” As if he hadn’t been expecting her genuine interest in his life, Hoseok bows his head slightly at her question, visibly shy. Beside him, Yoongi smiles fondly, and Y/n’s reminded of that day in the forest, when their roles had been switched.

“Oh… Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m interested in…” Hoseok trails off, but Y/n watches Yoongi nudge him almost teasingly, urging him to continue what he hadn’t wanted to say before. “I-uh-- I’ve been looking at internships at St. Mungo’s, but I really don’t think I’m gonna get--”

“He’s going to get in. They’d be crazy not to take him.” Yoongi interrupts him, practically beaming with pride. “How could they not? He’s got real passion for it, it’s obvious. I’m kinda jealous -- I wish I could do something cool like that.” Hoseok takes a sip of his drink, clearly doing what Y/n had done earlier to hide from them, but she lets it slide with a teasing glance when he meets her eyes over the rim of the glass. Turning to Yoongi, she hums, noting that he doesn’t seem fazed at all with admitting something about his future.

“You can’t do something cool like that?” She doesn’t mean to pry, but even after she realizes that the question could be sensitive, Yoongi only breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. She’s relieved he hadn’t taken any kind of offense.

“Nah -- my parents are what you’d call… elitist freaks. They’ve got a serious hard-on for that psychopath running around with his cult, so… I’m honestly lucky if I make it out of this war with all my morals intact.” She is deeply unprepared for Yoongi’s response, the sudden heartbreak she’s experiencing only worsened by the fact that he says it with a straight face, as if he’d long resigned himself to the truth of his words. When he sees the look on her face, Yoongi’s expression softens, and he tilts his head to look at her, his eyes twinkling with endearment.

“Don’t pout at me like that, babe -- you're making me want to kiss it better.” If Y/n hadn’t been expecting that comment, Hoseok really hadn’t been expecting it. He chokes on his butterbeer immediately, waving at Y/n frantically when she tries to help. Slamming his drink down on the table, Hoseok grabs Yoongi, pulling the smaller boy to him, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder while he finishes his coughing fit. Yoongi only pats his back, making a face of playful disgust at being used as a napkin.

“Well, now that Hoseok’s thoroughly embarrassed himself and his Slytherin reputation in front of, like, a million people, I think it’s time we go get him his jelly slugs.” Yoongi nudges his boyfriend out of the booth, gesturing with a nod of his head for Y/n to follow as he sets some money on the table and slides out of the booth.

In contrast to the way Hoseok had entered the Three Broomsticks, he leaves with his head bowed, ears red as he slouches his way to the door. Yoongi chuckles from behind Y/n, shaking his head as he guides her through the crowd with his hand on her waist.

“Look at him go -- my tall, embarrassed boyfriend. How cute. Gotta get him his jelly slugs.” He says all this like he’s talking to himself -- not quite in full sentences, each word full of a kind of exasperated adoration that Y/n finds impossibly cute. Yoongi’s shaking his head like he’s disappointed by Hoseok’s rare awkwardness, but he’s smiling like he’s in love. Y/n feels both giddy by the display of affection and strange that she’s granted this kind of access to their relationship. She feels torn, quite frankly. Like she shouldn’t be allowed to see this side of them.

By the time they finally reach Honeydukes, Hoseok has regained his confidence, going so far as to walk backwards while he talks to them. It’s ridiculous, really, the way he changes before her eyes -- the slouching boy from before transforms into the arrogant Hoseok she knows well, the one who practically hangs off of her now, looking for any excuse to touch her. One hand pulls at her scarf, adjusting it, while the other grabs for her fingertips, asking with a smirk if she’d like him to warm her up before linking their fingers together playfully. Yoongi only follows along, smiling and feigning innocence when Y/n turns to him for help.

They’re so busy causing chaos amongst themselves that they don’t notice another group headed straight for the doors of Honeydukes -- when Y/n does finally see them, she’s startled simply because, in any other case on any other day, she would have noticed them from a mile away.

“Y/n, hi!” Remus smiles wide at her, waving excitedly when he catches her attention. Y/n stops short, shocked by his sudden appearance which, really, is not all that sudden. “I texted you to see if you wanted to meet up today, but I guess luck’s on our side, huh?” Making a noise of surprise, she reaches for her coat pocket, where her phone remains unchecked. She hadn’t even felt the vibrations of a notification, too distracted by Hoseok and Yoongi.

As she’s checking her phone -- and seeing that she does, in fact, have an unseen message from Remus -- she misses the way James’ gaze hones in on where her hand is still attached to Hoseok’s, but she certainly feels when Hoseok rips his hand from hers and stuffs it into the pocket of his jeans. Looking up in confusion, she finds that he’s not looking at her, only staring with determination at the display in the Honeydukes window. He looks conflicted, almost guilty, and when she turns to the Marauders, the expression of scandalized surprise on James and Sirius’ faces tells her why. If Remus had seen them holding hands, his face betrays nothing.

“I’m gonna just… go get my jelly slugs. I’ll see you inside.” Hoseok brushes past her, leaving her there with Remus as he heads into the sweets shop. Yoongi looks after his boyfriend, and Y/n sees him start to follow but stop in his tracks, choosing in the end to remain beside her. The decision throws her, but she’s learned that Yoongi doesn’t do anything without thinking it through first, so she lets it go. Turning to the boys, she smiles sweetly, addressing them with surprising ease, considering she’s in the company of her childhood crush.

“Did you guys just get here? I didn’t see you at the Three Broomsticks at all.” James shakes his head, pushing away the memory of her display of physical affection with Hoseok as he responds. Sirius, however, continues to squint suspiciously, looking between her and Yoongi as he hovers near Remus.

“Nah, we were just at Zonko’s for like two hours -- gotta stock up, you know.” He shakes a large plastic bag filled with tricks and pranks for effect, and Y/n steps forward to peer inside.

“Woah… I can only imagine how many detentions this’ll get you.” The boys all laugh at how well she knows them, but Sirius leans in with a conspiratorial grin.

“Say, Y/n -- I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever! Why’s that, hm?” Y/n meets his eyes, lost.

“What do you mean? We talk all the time--”

“Well, yeah, but with your brother glued to Jin now, our crew’s been feeling so… empty these days. The Telepathy Twins have abandoned us!” He drapes himself over Remus’ back and cries out dramatically as he finishes complaining, something that has Y/n rolling her eyes with a smile.

“I’ve been here, Sirius -- we can hang out whenever you want!” Sirius perks up, leaning in toward her face with a sly grin.

“How ‘bout now?” Y/n lifts a single eyebrow, leaning away from him with a look of disbelief.

“Now? But…” She’s about to say that she’s busy and can’t leave with them, even if Remus is right there offering to hang out. But her hesitation sets Yoongi on edge, and he steps in quickly, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and tugging her back toward him. When she’s close enough, he takes his arm and throws it around her waist, moving behind her as he pulls her flush against his chest. She’s suddenly trapped against him, something made more clear in the way Yoongi leans his chin on her shoulder. She can almost feel the smirk spread across his lips as he speaks, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear.

“Sorry boys, but Y/n’s really hard to get a hold of these days. Hoseok and I barely managed to reserve time with her today -- what kind of person would I be if I just let you steal her away from us?” Y/n’s not sure what to do with the show Yoongi’s putting on, and she knows by the way his arm is firm against her waist that he’s not letting her go anytime soon.

She watches lamely as Sirius hums contemplatively, having expected some sort of reaction from Yoongi but not quite this. Remus’ eyebrows lift in surprise as his gaze drops to the arm wrapped around her, but he doesn’t say anything. James is the first to respond, shaken from his shock at Yoongi’s bold move by the realization that this looks not unlike a literal standoff right in front of a crowded shop.

“Well, we’ll just have to schedule our own time later on, then, won’t w-- oh!” He reacts when the doorbell above the Honeydukes door rings out, revealing Hoseok as he exits, holding a bag of jelly slugs and sugar quills for Yoongi. There are a couple chocolate bars in his hand, something he knows helps Y/n after the full moon. He’s so busy sifting through his bag that it takes him a second to see the scene he’s just walked into.

When he does look up, he’s stopping short, eyes trained evenly on the compromising position his boyfriend’s in. Whatever thoughts are crossing his mind in that moment are unseen on his face, his eyes unblinking as they pass over Yoongi’s arm, Yoongi’s chin, Yoongi’s lips pressed against Y/n’s ear as she’s pressed against his chest. They all stand there for a moment, frozen, waiting for Hoseok to react.

And then he’s blinking, looking away as he moves toward Remus and holds out one of the chocolate bars in his hand. Remus takes it, uncertain of what’s happening in Hoseok’s head right now. The Slytherin explains with one line and a polite smile.

“You look tired.” He’s not wrong -- Remus’ eyes show his exhaustion, his face and shoulders more slouched than usual as his body fights against the force of the moon, almost full. He looks how Y/n feels inside, but the adrenaline from the day spent with Hoseok and Yoongi -- apparently not yet over -- had kept her from feeling the full effects of the near future. Now that Hoseok’s mentioning it, Y/n feels herself start to become drained of energy, something that she knows Yoongi notices when she shifts in his arms and he tightens his hold on her.

Remus takes the chocolate with a tired smile, thanking Hoseok under his breath. And then he’s leaning around the Slytherin to wave kindly -- albeit a bit awkwardly -- at Y/n and Yoongi, still entangled in each other’s limbs.

“Good luck tomorrow, Y/n -- let me know if you need me, okay?” It’s innocent, it truly is. And Y/n’s grateful for it, the way Remus has always looked out for her. But the way Hoseok glances over his shoulder at her, his eyes appearing almost resigned, leaves her unsettled. And when the tips of Yoongi’s fingers dig into her side, betraying his annoyance with the comment, Y/n can’t help the fluttering feeling that rushes into the pit of her stomach. A feeling strictly reserved for Remus -- until now.

She waves awkwardly as they go, painfully aware of the sudden wave of crisp air hitting her back when Yoongi finally steps away from her. He holds his hand out for Hoseok’s bag, offering to carry it. Hoseok hands him the sweets, passing Y/n her chocolate bar without a word. The three of them are quiet as they exchange items, none of them quite certain how to proceed from what had just happened. Y/n feels guilty, like she’s the reason Hoseok and Yoongi are silent with each other.

Then, Hoseok’s turning to her, decidedly ignoring the entire situation with an easy grin. But there, in his eyes, is a glint of mischief, something teasing and light but intense enough to tell her that he won’t be forgetting about this moment for a long time, and that ignites something in her that she’s never felt before -- not even with Remus. It sends her heartbeat straight to her ears, muffling everything around her as her stomach drops in a way that she can’t bring herself to describe negatively. She barely registers Hoseok’s hand on her elbow, calling for her attention as he directs a bright smile at her.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #jung hoseok #min yoongi #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #bts poly au

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Late at Night /// Nanami x f!Reader /// (+18)

Summary: During a class trip to Hokkaido, you find yourself stuck in the same bed with Nanami which leads to some late night events unexpected events :0

Length: 4.5k

Tags & Warnings: Teacher x Student (Reader is 18), exhibitionism (kind of), voyeurism (kind of), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, stupid “same bed” cliché, praise (kind of)

Authors Note: Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you all know that this the first fic that I’ve ever written and I hope you enjoy! I’m hoping to keep writing and posting more fics to this blog in the future for Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, and maybe some other fandoms. Anyways, thanks for reading and sorry for any spelling mistakes :) Oh, also there might be a part 2 for this??? idk, ill decide later on, not sure what direction I wanna take it in

The sound of the bus coming to a halt was what woke you up from your long and uncomfortable nap. You opened your bleary eyes to find the rest of the students in your class beginning to stand up and climb out into the cold and snowy outside. It had been a long trip, about eight hours and during that time almost everyone had fallen asleep. You had all left at eleven in Tokyo and due to being so far North, the sun had already set outside despite it only being seven. You picked up your backpack from where it was shoved underneath the seat in front of you and let out a sigh about having to get up and stretch your stiff legs.

As you filed into the line, you were greeted by a large slap on your back, “Hey Y/N, how’d ya sleep?” Nobara asked, giving you one of her signature grins.

“Fine,” you said rubbing your eyes, “though I can’t say that the bus window made a very comfortable pillow.”

“Well good thing we’ll be able to sleep soon. Hopefully, Gojou will put us together and won’t ruin our fun,” She said with a wink, receiving a small chuckle from you. Two weeks prior to the trip, Nobara had spent most of her time devising a plan to prank Itadori and Megumi while they were asleep. You knew she was counting on you to help her out with it, but you were a little unsure if you wanted to risk getting caught and excluded from the rest of the trip in order to fulfill one of her silly ideas.

Once everyone finally piled out of the bus, you were all led into the Dining Hall for a nice hot meal, a welcomed contrast to the freezing temperatures outside. You had never been to Hokkaido before and both the piles of white fluffy snow and the different array of hot soups and curries were new and exciting to experience. Dinner was overall jovial and chaotic, you sat with Itadori, Nobara, Todo, and Maki and you had all had a good time arguing about what activities you wanted to do in the next few days and which dish was the best. By the time dinner was over, you felt completely stuffed. During the course of the mea, you had eaten almost everything you could get your hands on and now felt more ready than ever to go to bed despite already sleeping on the bus.

Everyone was piled into the main lounge area of the dorm building to be sorted into rooms. You could see students shifting around trying to get closer together and counting the number of people between them to try and be spaced together. From the edge of the room, Nobara was making aggressive eye contact with you and beckoning you to come over, which you quickly did in hopes that you wouldn’t be stuck in a room with people you didn’t know.

At the front of the room, Gojou stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Now everyone, as you probably know, there are going to be four people per dorm, no more, no less during the duration of our trip. In every room, there is going to be one chaperone and three students. There are only two beds per room, so you will have to share with somebody else or choose to sleep on the floor, it’s up to you. And finally, to your displeasure, we have already assigned who is going to be in what rooms.”

That final sentence caused a groan to come from the student body along with sounds of protest and arguing. Gojou ignored this though and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper and began to read names off of them. Students all began to pick up their stuff and head to their dorms as they were called out, and as you all listened Nobara let out a groan as she was sent to a room with Inumaki, Panda, and Mei Mei. You waited on the floor still surveying who else you might be put with. The number of students in the room was dwindling and most of your friends had already been taken which sent a pang of worry into your gut.

“... and in room 6 there will be Itadori, Megumi, Y/N, and Nanami,” Gojou said. A momentary wave of relief washed over you after hearing that, you knew Megumi and Idatori semi-well, so it wouldn’t be too awkward of a time, but that feeling quickly dissipated as you remembered you were with Nanami. It was a well-known fact that about ninety percent of the female population found him attractive, and you couldn’t be excluded from that group. The pieces of the puzzle quickly snapped into place as you thought more about the room situation. You were the only girl in the group, which meant that there was no way in hell that they would be letting Itadori or Megumi share a bed with you.

You would be sleeping right next to Nanami. For the next four nights.

The walk to the room was only a chance for you to get more and more anxious as you thought about the upcoming events. Megumi and Itadori were cheerfully chatting in front of you, occasionally turning back to include you in the conversation or make a joke, but it didn’t help with the looming feeling of Nanami behind you.

You all arrived in the room and Itadori immediately jumped on the bed, messing up the sheets and knocking off one of the pillows, earning a sigh and displeased look from Megumi. Despite your nerves, you plastered a neutral expression on your face and tentatively walked over to the second bed in the room, setting your bag down and sitting down on the squishy mattress.

At this point, Itadori and Megumi were starting to argue, Megumi saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him if he was going to take up that much room while Itadori was doing his best to stretch all his limbs out across the full length of the bed. You pulled out your phone and tried your best to look busy. It wasn’t quite time for lights-out, but you still felt a bit nervous starting to unpack in a room full of guys, especially with one that made your heart race.

Nanami, in his typical fashion, had not said anything since being assigned to the rooms. You felt him sit down on the other side of the bed and saw that he was beginning to unpack out of the corner of your eye. You shouldn’t be so nervous, nobody else is, after all, Nanami was just going to be sleeping next to you, you had stood that close to him before on other occasions. It still felt different though… You quickly shut those thoughts out of your head as soon as they came in. He was your teacher, you shouldn’t be thinking that way.

To distract yourself, you unzipped your bag to go and look for your pajamas and toothbrush. You had packed a mix of cold and warm clothing for your trip considering you would be traveling all over the place, but you soon realized you had made a mistake with your pajamas. You pulled out the green shorts and tank top you had packed without much thought, despite never feeling this way about them before, you now felt that they might be a little too revealing for sleeping in a room full of guys.

You shoved the top back into your bag and opted for a t-shirt instead, which helped you feel a little less nervous about your situation. In order to get out of the room, and to hopefully talk to Nobara, you rushed into the girl’s bathrooms and let out a relieved sigh. This trip was going to be a difficult one to get through.

You quickly got changed in a stall and spent a large portion of time afterward talking with the other girls in the room. Many of them were complaining about who they got put in a room with while others were whining about not getting to stay with Gojou. Apparently, Momo was the lucky girl of the night who got to room with Gogou, Todo, and Mechamaru, but she didn’t seem to have much interest in her good fortune. Finally, Nobara slammed open the door to the girl’s bathroom and made her way over to you.

“I can’t believe this stroke of luck, you got a room with both Itadori and Megumi, that’ll be perfect,” She said with a devious grin on her face.

“I’m not really sure, do we really wanna risk the rest of the trip?” You said, trying your best to calm Nobara’s excitement.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Plus, we can wait until the last day too, then they’ll have their guard down too,” she stated, nudging you in the arm after. You continued to happily chat with the rest of the girls and avoid going back to your room for a good half an hour, but, as expected, you heard Gojou come down the hall announcing that it was five minutes until lights-out. Most of the girls quickly began packing up their stuff and rushing out of the bathroom to not get in trouble and you figured you should do the same.

When you walked back to your room and pushed open the cracked door you were quickly confronted with your nerves coming back and a hyper Itadori. Megumi was in bed doing his best to read a book while Itadori was bugging him through multiple various and loud methods. You went back to your side of the bed and put your toothbrush and skincare away, laser focusing your eyes on anything that wasn’t Nanami.

The five minutes that you had before bedtime seemed to be over before you could even process it. For the first time that night, at least to your knowledge, Nanami finally said something, “Alright boys and Y/N, lights out.” Which earned a complaint from Itadori and caused Megumi to quickly jump up and shut off the lights, eager to have a chance to get away from him. You could see Itadori and Megumi start to bicker about the blankets and “staying on your side of the bed” as you pulled back the covers and crawled in between the blanket and the sheets. The bed was warm from the thick layered blankets on top and the fuzzy fabric it was made out of and as soon as you sank into it, your tiredness from the long day hit you like a brick. Despite that though, you still went stiff when you felt the bed shift from Nanami laying down next to you.

“If I steal all the blankets during the night feel free to take them back.” He said, making you jump and answer with a quick “Okay.”

Even after Itadori and Megumi had finally settled down you still couldn’t completely calm down. You were making sure to stay on the very edge of the bed to not accidentally make contact with Nanami, but it wasn’t a comfortable position. You thought he might be asleep already but you weren’t entirely sure, he hadn’t moved much from his original position either. You could hear Itadori’s snores from across the room and the constant shifting of Megumi who was currently covering his head to try and drown it out. After a while though, you finally felt yourself begin to drift into sleep, and you welcomed it.

It was the middle of the night. You don’t know what woke you up but you found yourself disturbed and rubbing your eyes in the pitch-black room. As your eyes were beginning to adjust though, you immediately froze. You found yourself facing the chest of Nanami with his arm under your head, you must have rolled over at some point in the night putting you right next to him.

The slight smell of aftershave filled your nose and you could hear him gently breathing with the rise and fall of his chest, he must be fast asleep. The loud snores of Itadori still echoed through the room but all you could concentrate on was the man in front of you. You had never been this close to him before, or anyone before, and your heart felt like it was about the burst out of your chest. You wouldn’t dare move in fear of waking him up and making the situation awkward, so you stayed frozen in your spot trying not to shake.

You couldn’t deny that you had thought about things like this before, the thought of being so close to him, having him touch you, and being able to feel him under your hands, but the prospect of having it actually happen was just too anxiety-inducing. You could feel your face going red as you thought about all the dirty things you had done before, and you felt a slight twinge between your legs.

You couldn’t. Could you? You hated the thought as soon as it entered your head, but that didn’t stop your hand from creeping between your legs and resting on your stomach. It was so wrong, he was your teacher, he was nine years older than you, but you didn’t want to stop. You would probably never get a chance like this ever again. You could even promise yourself to sleep on the floor the next three nights, but just this once, you wanted to risk it.

Your fingers crept down under the waistband of your shorts and panties and dipped into the slick folds between your legs. You tentatively put two fingers inside, never taking your eyes off of Nanami’s face, and began to pump them in and out. Your thumb found its place on your clit which you began to rub circles on. The sudden feeling of having your clit touched was enough to make you clamp your other hand over your mouth to try and quiet your breathing. Your first priority had to be staying silent.

You could feel your eyes beginning to half close as you gave into the pleasure, and they drifted down to look at Nanami’s chest and the sculpted muscles under his shirt. You began to move your fingers faster feeling your release on its way and you held your hand tighter to your mouth as your head became fuzzy. Small whimpers were beginning to slip out of your throat and you could feel your movements getting sloppier as you continued to speed up.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling your hand.

You froze, eyes shooting open to find Nanami looking down at you with a weary expression. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Your brain was in a frenzy, you wanted to just evaporate into thin air or die on the spot, but you couldn’t do anything.

“What are you doing?” He asked with no hint of emotion in his voice.

“I-I’m sorry-- I--,” you couldn’t spit the words out, truthfully you couldn’t even think of what to say. You were caught red-handed and you didn’t think you would ever be able to make yourself forget the embarrassment you felt at this exact moment.

“Do you normally do this when you’re put next to your teachers?”

“No, I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ll leave--” you stuttered out, trying your best to make the situation end as quickly as possible.

“So this is a special occasion then?” He asked, holding your gaze and not releasing your arm.

“N-No--”

“Which is it then? Do you normally do this or is this a one-time thing?” He said, interrupting you before you could spit out another pitiful apology. You tried your best to slow your breathing to get out a coherent answer, but it wasn’t working with the way that Nanami’s eyes were drilling into yours.

“I-Its a one-time thing, I-I’m sorry, I’ll go sleep on the floor,” you said trying to pull your hand out of his grasp but he didn’t let go. You felt sick, you shouldn’t have taken the risk, you knew that the mortification you felt would outweigh the pleasure you got from masturbating if you got caught.

“You’ll be left frustrated then.” He said. Everything he was saying wasn’t registering, all you felt was the panic in your gut and the need to get away as quickly as possible.

“T-That’s fine, I-I don’t care,” you quickly spit out, feeling tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Are you sure...? ...I’d be willing to help,” he said, keeping his voice low as to not wake Itadori and Megumi.

“I--.., w-wait, what?” You said, the meaning of his words finally hitting you.

“I would be willing to help, I don’t want one of my students feeling pent up and unsatisfied.”

“I…” you didn’t know what to say, you were so shocked by the whole situation that the thought of answering was even too much. He pulled your hand up from under your shorts and out into the open where evidence of your actions was clearly visible on your fingers. His gaze dropped back down to your face expecting a response. You opened your mouth to answer before diverting your eyes and opting to give a small nod.

Nanami’s hand landed on your hip and slowly made its way down under the waistband of your shorts while the arm that was under you came down to reach around your back and pull you closer. You could feel his fingers brushing past your stomach as they trailed closer to your dripping wet cunt. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt everything that was happening, you had to be dreaming, there was no way.

Nanami’s fingers finally reached your entrance and he slipped one inside of you, causing you to let out a small gasp and cling onto his shirt. His fingers were much larger than yours and could reach places that you couldn’t yourself, making you tighten up around him. It was truly torturous as he began to move his finger inside of you, the friction on your tight walls and the adrenaline from the whole situation was enough to make your head fuzzy and cause a small whimper to come out from your sealed lips.

You could feel him pulling you closer as you held onto his shirt and arched your back from the pleasure. He was already going at a gentle and agonizing pace inside of you, but when he added a second finger it was what threw you over the edge into a shaking mess. You were no longer able to control your breathing and keep quiet so you threw a hand over your mouth in order to stifle your moans and whimpers.

“Getting close?” he asked, whispering into your ear making you shiver from the feeling of his breath on your skin.

Without thinking, you whined out, “Y-Yes, b-but I want more, I-I need you inside of me...”

As soon as you said it you knew you had gone too far. Here Nanami was, fingering you and holding you close to help you cum, and you had the audacity to ask for more. His fingers stilled inside of you and you tightened up at the feeling of them sliding out, leaving you empty. Nanami put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes.

“Then climb on,” he said, making your eyes widen.

You took your hands away from their place on his shirt and began to unsteadily move yourself on top of him. At that same time, he had his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts and thoroughly soaked panties and was pulling them down your legs. You positioned yourself on top of his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. You had your hands braced firmly on his chest, trying to hold yourself up, but you couldn’t manage sitting up more than a few inches. Under your bare pussy you could feel his hard-on through his pants and you were trying your best to keep your hips still and not grind on him.

His large hands began to pull his pants and boxers down and you lifted your hips to make it easier, but when he had finally removed them you couldn't hide your surprise about his size. Apparently, the look was written all over your face because a hint of a smile was on Nanami’s face and he grabbed your hips to keep you steady.

“You were the one who said you wanted more, sweetheart. You haven’t changed your mind right?”

You dryly swallowed and quickly shook your head no. Even if you were worried about being able to take him, it didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try, especially when one of your wet dreams was playing itself out in real life.

Nanami slid his hands around your hips and under your thighs to help position you above his cock. You could feel yourself beginning to shiver with anticipation just by looking down at what you were going to take in your tight, dripping pussy. The need to be filled up by him was becoming overwhelming and he was taking his sweet time with looking at you and lowering you onto him. When the tip finally touched your entrance you let out a whimper followed up by a pathetic “please.”

“Please what? I wanna hear you say it.” Nanami said, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek.

“P-Please fuck me, I-I wanna be filled up so badly,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. Finally, you felt him start to enter you, your walls painfully stretching to accommodate his size, and you weren’t able to stifle the high-pitched moan that escaped your lips when it happened. Your vision was getting blurry and your arms lost the strength to hold you up anymore, causing your head to smack into his chest. You heard Nanami curse at the loud noise you made and you felt his fingers force their way into your mouth and down your throat, forcing you to keep quiet. He continued to push your hips down onto him, earning a few whimpers and causing you to grip onto his arm. Despite your heavy breathing, he didn’t give you much time to adjust to his size, you could feel the painful sensation of him pressing up against your cervix as he held you down along with the feeling of your slick beginning to coat both of your thighs.

His grip tightened on your ass as he began to lift you up and down, you tried your best to help by moving your hips but you didn’t have much strength left in your legs after being so close to cumming earlier. The feeling of him stretching you out and rubbing against your slick insides would have ordinarily caused you to make moans that could be heard through the walls, but the combined force of using all your willpower and having two fingers shoved down your throat was enough to reduce your noises to just quick and heavy breathing. The wet sound of you bouncing on his dick was the only noise that could be heard throughout the room and it was enough to make you tighten up around him, causing Nanami to shut his eyes and get a concentrated look on his face.

In a hushed and deep voice, Nanami asked, “Can you keep quiet sweetheart?” which you quickly nodded to. As soon as he had removed his fingers from your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind, your hand was back over your mouth and you were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. His free hand brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear before making its way under your shirt. You felt him grab your chest and begin to pinch your nipple between his middle and index finger, making your job of staying quiet much harder than before. The feeling of having your chest played with sent waves of pleasure down to your crotch, only causing you to feel yourself get wetter and closer to orgasm. The pace he was fucking you at wasn’t ruthless, but it was slow and powerful enough to make you feel your release building up inside of you, every thrust made it a challenge for you to hold on and not completely give in. You could feel that he was close too, his movements were getting more erratic and you could see the sheen of sweat on his face in the dim light of the window.

You took your free hand and moved it up to his face, brushing your fingers past his cheek and sliding them into his hair. You didn't feel like you would be able to hold on much longer and your eyes began to cross as you let yourself fully give in.

“Cum with me sweetheart, okay?” He said, looking up at you through lowered eyelids. You nodded with what little energy you could and prepared yourself for what was next. His hand moved from its spot on your chest and went down to help fuck you faster on his dick. The pace quickly picked up and you could feel that your pussy was going to be bruised in the morning from how hard he was going. He reached his thumb down to your clit and began to move it in circles like you were doing before, causing you to gasp and grip onto the hair that was in your hand.

It took all your effort to keep in your moans and whimpers as you reached your climax, feeling your cunt spasm around him and the words “good girl” falling from his lips. Your vision went blurry as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm and cum inside you, filling you up with his hot sticky liquid.

When you regained your focus, you were both a gasping and sweaty mess under the covers. His hands had moved to rest around your back and hold you against him and his cock was still sheathed inside of you. You didn’t have any energy to move and simply let your arms fall limp on the bed, savoring the afterglow and the feeling of his cum starting to drip out of you.

You felt immensely tired and could feel your eyelids wanting to close. You felt Nanami place a kiss on top of you head which caused a faint smile to form on your lips and you wrapped your arms around him, ready to fall asleep exactly where you were resting on top of him.

As you gave one last look around the room though, the last thing you saw before you drifted to sleep was Itadori staring at you wide eyed from the other bed.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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levisgirll · 3 years

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Oh can I request a scenario? I've read that some people headcanon Levi as person who isn't really into marriage. And that got me thinking about this. A scenario in where Levi and his s/o mutually break things off because she always wanted to be a wife and have a lovely wedding and to have her husband's last name and he didn't want any of that causing her to think there was no future with him . So they become distant friends and she does get married years later and he is invited. And it's bittersweet since he feels like he might have missed out on a future with her but seeing her so happy he's content with her living her dreams even if it wasn't with him.

I'm here for some bittersweet love ❣️

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

➧text: hello there!! oh my god this is such a unique request I got and I love your ideas in this request?! aHH WELL HERE WE GO! but oml- we do need some drama/angst and some bittersweet love with Levi and Y/N so I will happily write this request out for you (was lowkey wanting to do one) so I hope you enjoy this request and I hope its not that bad!! 😭 but once again, thank you so much for sending me your request and for supporting my blog 🥺❤️❤️ I am so sorry this took a while as I got this request while I was starting my new job and it was hard to balance out my personal life and work life! but I am kind of getting the hang of it so feel free to send another request, I really do love your ideas! <3

synopsis: after a long time being in a relationship together, with Levi. Things start to slowly drift apart and shatter. Levi although, tries to keep it stable, but it has eventually been called and broken off by Y/N, as you were not able to handle the situation anymore, thinking there would be no future with Levi had made you upset and making you want to get out of the relationship. Y/N ends up finding the one, and marrying them. How does Levi react and feel? His one and only love taken away by a stranger leaves him devastated. What does Levi do? What does Levi say to Y/N.

angst, sad/happy love, modern au world, headcanon fanfic ♡ —

After the war, and everything they have been throughout the years, Y/N and Levi decided to move and live together outside Paradis and start a new life there.

It has been a year, and Levi and Y/N have been dating for rather a pretty long time. Things have been pretty good in their relationship, both were happy and living their lives.

Y/N has been thinking a lot lately about marriage though, and especially with her one and only, Levi. Y/N would get lost in her thoughts of how they would officially live together as a married couple, how she would finally be Levi’s wife instead of his girlfriend. She would also wonder and think how lovely and special their wedding would be, how Levi would propose to his girl, and for Y/N at long last have her husband’s last name, being called Mrs. Ackerman would get her all blushed up.

Levi noticed for a while how his girlfriend would zone out, thinking about something and he would wonder what it is that is making his girlfriend so happy and squeal. Y/N was on the coach, while hugging around the coach pillow so tightly and then giggle.

“What’s making you smile like a cute idiot?” He said with a small smile and ruffed his girlfriends hair as he sat beside her on the coach and Levi put his arm around her waist, bringing his lovely girlfriend closer to him.

Levi would not complain though, seeing his girlfriend in this mood, made him think of nothing else but her, and it made him so happy too. He just wanted to cuddle her up and smooch her whole face up as she laughs.

Y/N then wondered and though, ‘Maybe, maybe it’s the time now!’ Y/N then thought of brining and slipping in the topic of marriage into their conversation.

She said turning her face around to face Levi’s handsome looking face and she said in a cheerful tone, “Welll, I was thinking about the future lately.” Levi then frowned, indicating with his expression that he was confused as to what his girlfriend meant by future.

“What do you mean love?” Levi was direct and straight-forward, he wanted to know what his lover meant by what she said. Was she going to leave him? Did she had other plans for the future? He was starting to overthink.

“Y-You know!” Y/N said all blushed up, and as she was about to get up, he held on her wrist. “Nope, you are not going till you tell me love.” Levi was determined to know, and that lead to Y/N sighing and finally speaking her thoughts. She started to then throw him a marriage hint at him.

“I just, want us to be more serious about our relationship.”

“And, that is?”

“Like...I was thinking, of how great of a family we would make. Along with one day if I will take your last name!” Y/N said all in a cheerful and shy tone, his girlfriend was clearly all happy and her smile doesn’t seem like it would go away on her pretty face. She then was excited to hear his response, about how instantly he would prepare marrying Y/N.

But...Levi picked it up right away what she meant, and stayed quiet. Y/N’s confidence and love towards Levi showed that you were ready for a married life with him, and having his last name, clearly indicated this was the kind of a serious relationship she meant.

Y/N took in with the way how he did not respond and thought of him being worried, “D-Don't worry! I am sure you will be a great Father, I mean you are such a great boyfriend to me and-”

But Levi got up and put both of his hands on her shoulder which made her jolt, this made Y/N have a sinking feeling in her stomach, something felt wrong, the mood and vibe wasn't right and she started to feel anxious. “I, don’t think I can.”

Now, she felt as if her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widen and she gasped and was now speechless. She couldn’t believe it, and now her whole expression, happy vibe and her cheerful mood she was at a while ago, disappeared dramatically.

“I’m not into.....marriage.” Levi finally spoke, not thinking straight of what he just said, and of how sudden this topic was. Levi said this as he did not want to make her feel distressed, in fact himself feeling distressed. But, he had no idea how those words, completely shattered the Y/N he knew that was once cheerful, lovely and happy, gone.

She wanted to be with the man she first loved in her life, ever since she met him, and be his wife. But, she was lost and confused, didn’t Levi want her by his side too?

“Levi, Is that what you really think?....Don't you want me too? I though I meant something to you.” All her spirit was now gone, she looked down and had a very sad expression, her eyes soon to tear up.

Levi again, was speechless, he did not know what to say to her for once. He was caught off guard. That’s cause, he never really talked about this topic with anyone actually, unlike other people who have close friends or families who may have talked about marriage, Levi did not and it was just Y/N in his life he trusted and shared many things to.

So, when this was brought up in the conversation, this caught him really off guard and he just...stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

But to Y/N, that was an answer to her already, and without giving Levi any more time or in fact, not wasting his time, she slightly pushed his arms off her shoulders and walked away from him, going to the bathroom.

Y/N took this as a way he never wants to marry her and that shattered and broke her heart.

After a couple of weeks, both Y/N and Levi’s relationship kept falling apart, and as Levi tried his best to keep the relationship stable. Y/N, could not keep up with it, with her overwhelming mixed feelings of shame and sadness. This lead to Y/N having her feelings hurt.

One day, Levi enters their shared flat after coming back from a grocery store. He decided to cook dinner for his girlfriend tonight and have a romantic dinner with her, he wanted her spirit back, her love back, and after some time thinking, sorting out his emotions, Levi then knew that he would be willing to do anything for her happiness.

But, as he entered the living room, he saw Y/N with a suitcase and her backpack.

“What...” Levi said with a gasp, and his eyes widen, he stood there being shocked. Surely he was misunderstanding the situation...right?

“I am leaving, I can’t do this anymore.”

Levi dropped the bags he was carrying, on the ground, and he felt his heart skipped a beat. Did he hear it right? Did she actually say that?

“No, No. No!” He approached his girlfriend and held on her shoulders.

“Babe, we can fix this. Please stay with me, You don’t need to leave...I-I can’t lose you too.” He started to tremble slightly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing!

“Stay with me, my love?” Levi then said once again, looking at her face who was now emotionless and she slightly pushed him away and that was the last time he ever saw her again.

Levi and his S/O mutually break things off because Y/N has always wanted to be Levi’s wife, having a lovely wedding and making a great family with him. But Levi didn’t seem to want any of that as he never spoke to her after that time and that caused his girlfriend, well now, ex-girlfriend, to thinking he didn’t want any of that and thinking there was no future after all with him.

Levi did not expect any of this, his ex leaving him after what he told her, and this leaves Levi all heart broken and being emotionally damaged. An emotional rejection from Y/N that damaged his mood and self-esteem. But, he still moved on and continued on with his life. He took most of the blame because he had to let her know sooner that, he would actually do anything for her happiness and love again, but he was apparently too late.

He would still be in their same shared flat, he cleaned it everyday and still kept two plates whenever he had breakfast or dinner, thinking one day he might see her. “She will come back to me...right?” He would mutter sometimes as he sat on the same coach they once shared and cuddled on, alone as the evening was approaching.

After what felt like forever, Levi was on his way to this well-known café that was mentioned by Hanji and he decided to check it out. But, to his surprise, he saw you, sitting inside the café, all alone drinking some tea. His heart fluttered, and his cheeks went red. Is it her?! Is it actually my Y/N?

After such a long time, he finally found her, and as soon as he wanted to approach Y/N, and thinking today is the day he will tell you how much an effect you had in his life and when you weren’t by his side, how he never realized that it took him long to figure it out that he would absolutely do anything to win you, your love and happiness back. He wanted to tell you all that, anything you wanted he was willing to give it to you now that he has finally found you. And explain to you also how, during the time you both lived together, he was actually trying to figure out with that time to make everything work out for you.

But, Levi stopped.

His heart sinking once again, that feeling he felt after such a long time.

He saw a guy, approaching you instead and....you were with him? Y/N’s face then brightened up, and she looked much happier, you smiled even more. Y/N got up from her seat and the man hugged her so tightly while caressing her back, and she was chuckling. And the man himself, seemed to be also deeply in love with you.

He then, noticed their rings, were they perhaps engaged, in their honeymoon, or perhaps they weren’t married and it was just matching rings...right? Levi wondered, begging that what he was thinking was true.

He then saw, his and Y/N’s old friends entering the café, and greeting both of them, one of them was Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie and Historia. He overhear how they were saying that they were such a happy couple and they loved and shipped them a lot. Happy for Y/N finding happiness once again.

“I am out of time.” Levi muttered, now reality hitting him. He never had time to begin with, he knew ever since she left him. Time was lost and didn’t wait for him.

"What is this feeling?" it felt like as if someone clenched into his chest, his heart is being pulled out of his chest, his stomach having a sinking feeling. Now, he really did lose her.

But wait....maybe he has a chance? he decided to just wait, just maybe it was all a misunderstanding? Having that small hope, that everything was just an assumption, and jumping into conclusions.

After what felt like forever, he waited for them to get out of the café and approached them, to Y/N.

Her eyes widen, she couldn't believe she was seeing Levi after all these years. “Could I speak to Y/N alone, please?” Levi said sadly, and was looking at Y/N instead of the guy.

The guy seemed to have read the mood and he let Y/N to talk to him in private, to sort out whatever was going on.

“How...have you been?” He finally said, after breaking the silence between them. Y/N nodded and looked back inside the café, “Do you wanna talk and perhaps, catch up?” Y/N uttered, and open the door to the café, she was still the friendly woman he loved and she still looked absolutely even more beautiful to his eyes, he just didn’t want this moment to end.

They then, started to catchup, how things were going for both of them, how they both were and then Levi asked if she was alright. Y/N finally told him that she has been engaged and she would be getting married soon, she let all their friends know about it and to be invited, and she said she would be happy if he would be able to come too, inviting him to her wedding. Levi was now having mixed of emotions, sad but also happy that she was not in a terrible state, and not sad after what has happened. She has picked herself up and lived her life, and finally her dream becoming true and a nice man who loved her, also wanting to marry her too.

They decided to be distant but in good-terms friends, and she was hoping that one day he could meet her fiancée properly. Levi just sat there, smiling. Smiling because he was actually happy to know that there was someone out there to love her, and not treat her bad, and give her what she wanted, which he could have done if he had done it earlier. But of course, it was Y/N, who wouldn’t love her?

He was actually happy for her, seeing her smile, and happy, and she had grown and matured to be such a beautiful woman. “You...will be such a great Mother.” He finally, said with a smile, and that warmed Y/N’s heart. Hearing that, especially from him, made her so happy and glad to hear that since she always wanted to be, but afraid she wouldn’t be. She looked down, at her teacup and tears were running down her cheeks, she was crying happy tears. Y/N never knew how his words would actually be heart warming for her, and he was ready to even support her anytime.

On the day, finally the wedding day, it was filled with love and laughter form everyone, and everyone congratulating them, all their friends crying and cheering for Y/N and the man she was gonna marry.

Levi of course came, and sat at the back, away from the crowd, and he was feeling heart-warmed seeing Y/N being happy once again and her smile and her sight was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, he found it breathtaking, capturing every moment.

“That....could have been us.” He uttered to himself and got up, leaving the wedding as it almost came to an end, he thought his presence wouldn’t really matter to him much now and he left the wedding.

“Hm, where is Levi? I still haven’t thanked him properly.” Y/N said looking around, and her husband held on her hand and gave her a sweet smile, “Don't worry, I am sure we will see him soon. But he left this for you.” Her husband, handed to her a bag filled with gifts, and a card saying ‘Congratulations, Wishing you a long and happy marriage Y/N.’

After a long day, Levi finally got back home. When Levi goes back to his flat now, no longer calling it ‘our flat’, he still had Y/N’s stuff that she left behind and haven’t thrown them away or moved its position. Y/N really did have a big impact in his life.

He looked through their old memories, gifts she gave him, pictures they took together, letters she wrote for him that was all placed inside a box and he was taking them out one by one. Smiling at them, as how great of a person she was to him.

But, he did really just wanted to grab your hand one last time, say that he always loved you, kiss you one last time, and have you by his side in the flat one last time, looking at your sleepy face and waking up to see your lovely face and sight every morning. He missed it and those days would warm his heart, Y/N did made Levi feel so special before and he was grateful to even be her boyfriend for that period of time. She showed him and gave him love which he thought he would never get, but because of her, he did.

Levi really thought from now, he won’t be able to find that kind of love anymore that he had with Y/N. But, he was very thankful to even have it in the first place. Because to him, Y/N was his everything and he did still care for her. Levi felt convinced though when he met Y/N, it was her and the last relationship he will have and he would be proud to say that she was once his lover and girlfriend.

He stayed still, sitting on the coach and laying down, looking at the ceiling. Levi was smiling, but his eyes then started to tear up slowly. “I promised her that, whenever she is happy....I should be happy too. So why am I like this? Fuck, I am terrible.”

Levi deep down just wanted to know, and he thought to himself saying, ‘Does Y/N even remember our past relationship, Did I have an impact in her life? Did I mean something in her life? Did she forget all our memories and moments together?’

After questioning himself this, he then realized that...when he said to Y/N he was not into marriage. It was a lie. He was actually lowkey scared and in that moment, it was said out of fear. Fear of how he might not be a great father or husband and might fuck things up, and he wanted to be ready and prepared he was the man for you, the one and only for you. He then, whimpered silently to himself in the dark, letting out all of his bottled up emotions.

It’s their bittersweet love, and it’s bittersweet since whenever he thought of the past, it would involve a feeling of happiness and sadness at the same time. But, he finally was at peace now, after seeing you for such a long time, and now knowing you are doing well and great, being taking care of by a great man. He does feel like he has missed out that future Y/N was talking about before, but seeing her cheerful and joyful, he was now content with Y/N and satisfied with her living her dreams, even if it was not with him, he would still support her with all his heart.

okay I did not expect to make this fanfic so sad but a little heart warming at the same time??! I definitely did not tear up while writing this- ANYWAYS! This is my first time to write something like this so please, let me know what you think of this and I hope you somehow liked the bittersweet love between Levi and Y/N!

If you enjoyed and liked this hc fanfic, please let me know by leaving a like, reblog or a message! I love you all and thank you for the support <3

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bethanysnow · 2 years

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[Comfort, fluff, angst at the start]

[Dad!EthanxReader] (Y/K/N) your kids name (1st) being oldest (2d) being youngest

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8th night in a row the kids have fallen asleep in your bed. (Y/K/N) (1) kept asking where daddy was...and you didn't have the heart to say the truth. In all honesty you didn't know. He was off being a rockstar while you were lovingly left to raise two kids. Not that you didn't love being a parent, or the kids. Just both of them since he left had gotten to an age where having both parents around mattered. Where they could wonder and ask where x parent was. And it hurt so bad to see the aspects of Ethan in them and he not be here.

With a swift kick in the side you sighed and tucked (Y/K/N)(1&2) into Ethans side of the bed. Getting up you went to the kitchen and started the kettle for some tea. Scrolling through instagram, catching up on the world of social media you swiped past one of the fan pages posting about the band being in france.

"France wasn't in too far of a off timezone..." the thought ran in your head urging you to press the messenger button. The last text was at 8 pm today setting up the phone call of him reading the kids a bed time story. Hell, right now you might even need one. From Ethan would make it all the better. Fuck it.

"Hey, you up?"

.....

...........

"Havent gotten one of those texts in a while 😉😜"

"Oh shut up lol, you're the one who wanted the second kid"

"And I am so glad we did. How are you? Shouldn't you be asleep? (Y/K/N) (2) has dance tomarrow"

"I know, don't worry. I got his leotard picked out. Hes very excited. Uncle Damiano has got him hooked on sparkles apparently. But no they both have decided your side of the bed is a far better place to sleep. And kicking me in the side is their new fav hobby dont cha know?? Lol"

"Oh I'm sorry baby. You good? How was your day"

"A bruised rib maybe, but nothing too bad. Making tea, couldn't sleep."

"Babe"

"Yes?"

"I married you, we have kids, we are best friends. Do you think I cant tell when your deflecting?"

.....gosh dammit

"Ok maybe, a little bit. But I feel bad! You're off living the dream and I dont want you worrying about us back home"

"I'm calling you"

"No-"

His face was now on the screen. 'Something' by the Beatles playing from the speaker as his ringtone. Pressing the green answer button holding the phone up to your ear.

"Fuck you-"

"Aww you do miss me!"

"Torchio that's not what I meant. You know it"

"So, talk to me. What's wrong baby?"

You paused. He sounded tired, but not like he was about to go to bed. Probably just got back to the hotel room or somethin. The silence made you choke.

"Um...the kids miss you...they ask where daddy is all the time. When are you coming home, can we go visit daddy, does daddy have any press so we can see him on the big tv. It's all I hear all day."

"Amore..."

"I know their young and you guys are just gone for a month and a half. And you try to make it back when you can, but jesus Ethan- I dont know what to do...I don't know where you are half the time. I try to make sure they see your face in photos. I miss you.....I miss you so much. I am so tired. And I feel like I cant complain, because I wanted to be a mom. I wanted this! I knew what I was signing up for. I know its stupid and unfair. I don’t mean to complain. I knew what it was like being married to you. I knew what it was like with the kids. Then last week I fuckin forgot sir buns-a-lot at the daycare! (Y/K/N)(1) had a fit like you would not believe! (Y/K/N)(2) decided that he doesn’t want to be in school anymore because a kid asked him why he didn’t have a daddy. When he said his daddy is working as the drummer in Maneskin no one believed him. He came home in tears! Then I have to follow the fan pages just to make sure I don't miss anything from your press junkets. Your wife has to follow fan blogs just to see her husband!-"

"-Y/n. Breathe tesoro. Breathe for me." Hearing him take deep breaths over the phone caused your lungs to kick back in gear. Not noticing your hyperventilation before. "I am sorry I am gone. You have every right to complain to me. I know it's hard. If I could be there right now I swear-" he paused. "-it is unfair to you. It is. It's so unfair that I'm not there and you have to do this by yourself. And it's bad and terrifying. And I don't like it either. This is our last press stint for a while...so I'll be home. I'll take (Y/K/N)(2) to dance class, and take (Y/K/N)(1) to school and make you breakfast. What do you think of us all taking the train up the the studio? Take a holiday. Just the family. You could wear that little red swim suit you like? The kids could learn to beat Thomas in Mario Kart. Damiano cooking. Vic watching the kids while we have a date night. Yea?"

"That sounds nice.....being all together"

"....yea....so blow your nose, wash your face."

Touching your face it was wet. You didn't notice either that you had started crying. Either it was being tired or just hearing Ethan again waterworks were on.

"I love you"

"I love you to the moon and back Y/n. Now go get some sleep ok?"

"Yea....sleep sounds good. Talk tomorrow?"

"Of course. Goodnight baby~"

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The sun was bright and big and yellow. The air was warm on your skin. The train up was wonderful, the kids slumped over asleep while you and Ethan got to cuddle and have some hushed conversation. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes you had missed so dearly.

Aunty Vic was currently chasing (Y/K/N)(1) around the property with a water gun and trying to duck and cover from on coming attacks from Thomas and (Y/K/N)(2). Both you and your husband had crawled onto a fold out lawn chair and decided to spend the day soaking in the sun like cats. Ethan's chest slowly rising and falling under you, listening to his heartbeat. A drummer even on the inside, beating away at a steady rhythm. You were indeed wearing that red swim suit from that one phone call that seemed so far away at this point. Ethan's hands wrapped around you, holding you close. His hair up in a bun with sunglasses perched on his face. Keeping an eye out for the kids, making sure no one fell into the pool and what not.

“You will have to get glasses soon babe if you keep staring at the sun.”

“I will do no such thing”

Both of you laughed. Both of you were young parents, but the stress of life hadn’t been unknown. You knew you had gotten some gray hairs starting to filter in just a bit. His smile was starting to leave lines around his cheeks. He looked as handsome as ever. Propping your self up on your elbows you looked at him. He raised a brow questioning you moving from such a comfy position.

“You are a great dad...”

“And you are a even better mom. Or should I say mommy?” The smirk on his face grew wide as his hand moved to your ass giving it a squeeze.

“No! Don’t you fuckin start!”

“I’m serious~ Why not 3? mh?” His other hand going to your cheek rubbing small circles onto your sun warmed skin. “Be the tin type of their mother....call me ‘the ol man’.....”

“Torchio you can’t just start quoting Carousel. You don’t get to use my love for old romance against me! That’s unfair!” Smacking his chest.

“Maybe, but right now the suit you got on is more than unfair...There is a reason I had you lay on top of me”

You pressed a kiss into Ethan's lips. Love sick as ever. No one could take that away.

------------------------------------------La Fin--------------------------------------------------

#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan torchio x y/n #victoria de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi #Ethan Torchio x reader

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 3 years

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Request: Pyro/Reader--Fighting

Pyro x reader

Word Count: 1110

Request: @kyn-lyn-blog asked: Heyo may I request a john allerdyce x reader where they get into a huge fight (very angsty at first) and bother are ignoring the other and it turns into a who will give in and apologize first type thing but as it goes on it turns more and more into teasing and trying to get the other to break and goes from massive angst to playful. You can decide who gives in if any or if they just break code and make up. any time will do it doesn't matter (before he joins the BH or after ) thank you!!!

Power: Sharpshooting--the ability to shoot and always hit your target even around corners. Specific to guns. Range--one mile.

He was worried about your relationship; you could tell by the way you kept catching him looking at you with concern burning in those burning, brown eyes of his. Good. He deserved it after all the bullshit he’d put you through in the last couple weeks. How many times had he blown you off in favor of going to harass Bobby about his little crush on Rogue? Ever since she arrived at the manor, that girl had put about 17 wrenches in the way your little trio operated, and you’d tolerated it right up until the point that it started interfering with your actual relationship.

The nonsense had to stop.

And when you’d voiced that opinion to John, of course it’d blown up into a fight. You saying you just wanted your boyfriend back; him claiming that he never left and ‘surely you’re imagining it; I only cancelled like twice!’

Needless to say, you hadn’t talked to any of them in two weeks, and honestly, it was doing wonders for your stress levels.

“Sniper!” Storm called for your attention by shouting your codename. It was simple, honest about what your powers were in a way that others like Rogue weren’t. “You’re pairing up with Pyro.”

Of fucking course.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea professor,” Kitty commented. “I think they’re fighting right now.”

“Even better. We have to be able to work as a team even if we don’t necessarily get along. You’re objective will be to run the course and escort a ‘civilian’ without letting them get hurt. Iceman, you’ll be the civilian. No powers.”

“This’ll end well,” Piotr muttered.

“Odds she shoots them both?” That was someone in the back; you couldn’t place who.

“Too damn high.” And that was Wolverine.

It’d been an ordeal to get the professor to allow you to keep your weapons on you when they’d first dragged you here kicking and screaming. They’d argued that you should only have them in the training room, and you weren’t really keen on being defenseless without your power in a strange environment. Guns weren’t exactly something he was keen on having in his home, but you managed to wear him down after a particularly nasty screaming deathmatch with Scott. Finally, the argument that stuck was, “How can my guns be more dangerous than a kid who can sling fire from his hands??” Still, you weren’t likely to risk having them confiscated because you decided to go wild and shoot your classmates.

“Whatever,” you muttered, pulling one of the pistols from its place on your thigh. You had two others in holsters on you: the other thigh and under your arm. You figured you probably didn’t need more than the one, though. “Let’s get this shit show going.”

The computer’s voice sounded the countdown as the doors closed behind the three of you. “Three. Two. One. Simulation start.”

And everything promptly went to shit since apparently this was a doomsday scenario where the entirety of Manhattan Island was on fire around you. Good for John, bad for your visibility.

Quickly, you popped off a couple rounds at the robots that were set up on the roof to your left. “I’m gonna get a bird’s eye view. See if I can see the finish line.”

“Great, let’s go,” John replied, immediately moving to follow.

“Uh-uh. You stay down here and deal with him. I’m not dragging your asses across the rooftops.” Honestly, John would probably be fine given his life before the school, but there was no way Bobby would be able to keep up without his powers.

“That won’t be safe,” Bobby complained.

You shook your head. He may have been the usual leader to your little team, but not this time. “The firebug can cover you.” Fight or no, you didn’t resist the urge to give him a cheeky little wink before jogging into the nearest building.

Over the next several minutes, your plan to watch their backs from above worked brilliantly and you made quick progress towards the goal. Right up until a swarm of little buzzing robots made a beeline for you. There were too many for you to shoot even with your power; you just couldn’t pull the trigger fast enough. You were pinned with your back to the gravel roof.

Then suddenly the sky was alight above you.

As soon as it was safe, you whipped your head around to see the boys standing at the top of the stairwell about fifteen feet from you. “Well I hope you like looking at me without my eyebrows for a while,” you quipped breathlessly. The word ‘thanks’ was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to give your boyfriend the satisfaction.

“I mean, there are other things to look at than just your face,” John grinned.

“Oh, gross!” Bobby complained, walking towards the little flag on the next roof that marked the drop-off point.

“He gets like that when you remind him that other people can actually have sex with their girlfriends,” you jabbed while he was still in earshot.

Iceman’s only retort was to give you the finger over his shoulder.

“Speaking of sex . . .”

You rolled your eyes once more. “Really, Johnny? In the middle of a simulation? In the middle of a fight?”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Well, I was gonna apologize for the whole thing, but since you’re not interested . . .”

“John Allerdyce,” you growled.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. You were right; I shouldn’t have blown you off like that.” He smirked, pulling a little flame to him to have it dance between his fingers. “Besides, it’s so much more fun to fuck with him when you’re around.”

Snarling, you squeezed the trigger where your hand was loosely holding the gun at your side; the bullet lodged itself into the ground between his feet without you even having to aim. “Do this shit again, Johnny, and I’ll be making you dance.”

There was a lustful heat in his eyes as he stared into yours. He hadn’t even flinched at the shot; he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. “That’s kinda hot. Maybe I should piss you off more often.”

“Do it, firebug,” you challenged, annoyed despite the smirk pulling at your mouth, “and we’ll see just how good my aim really is.”

“Alright you two,” Wolverine called, breaking up the rather aggressive display of flirting, “break it up. You’re done here for the night.”

“First one to my room gets to dump water on Drake and Rogue from the second floor?” Pyro proposed.

“Only if we put ice in it.”

“You’re on!”

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