#i've let it sit in my drafts for a day and decided that it's alright to post it

[geminison]

"before,

when i used to tell you silly stories and you would laught"

...yeah, all this is probably just an excuse to draw Billie laughing (and try to visialize Rilfio, he's a tricky one)

[smutinlove]

Hello! I hope you are doing well.

I just read the rules for requests post and I wonder if I can send one. Hopefully, this is alright... Would you mind if the reader was non-binary? Not sure I can ask that so I'll leave it to you.

I kinda really wanted to read Jason and reader being best friends, and reader and Jason going to an amusement park with other friends. Whether friends and bestie/reader know about Jason's identity as Red Hood is up to you.

Reader wants to go to the haunted house attraction, but since they're easily frightened, they always avoid going on one. But they really want to have the experience someday, because even though it's scary, other people seem to have fun.

Maybe Jason sees that and decides to drag Reader and their friends inside, and they all have a grand time, because Jason is scarier than the actors. 😆

—hope i did this right!

•non-binary reader. (i really hope i did this right otherwise im cooked)

•no use of y/n, she/her, he/him for the reader (if there is let me know!!!)

•i've never been to an amusement park so idk if i got any of the amusement park shit right

The scars on his face and arms had slowly started to fade, but they were still there. It showcased what Jason Todd, your best friend had, been through.

He had died and then was reborn, shocking you especially. And later on, you found out about his identity as Red Hood. But that didn't matter. Today is supposed to be a fun day full of adventure and excitement.

The sun hit Jason's face, causing him to blink rapidly. "Idiot," you muttered. He rolled his eyes playfully. "Whatever," he said, digging into your bag of popcorn while your friends laughed.

You and the others continued to stroll around the amusement park. As you and your friends went deeper into the park, you noticed a giant medieval-themed haunted house with a sign that read, "FREE FOR TWO HOURS!"

You wanted to go. But it looked terrifying. There was a man dressed up as Dracula taking pictures with tourists outside the haunted house. He looked terrifying.

You gulped as you tried to lead Jason and your friends away from it. But then Jason uttered the most jaw-dropping words ever. "Hey, there's a haunted house! Let's go," Jason said. He grabbed your hand and led you and the others right to it.

Jason opened the door and motioned for you and your friends to go. "Scared, Todd?" you challenged. "We'll see." He winked and went in after you.

The interior of the haunted house was scarier than the exterior. There were cobwebs everywhere. It was dark, and there was only one way. Straight.

There was a curtain. Jason, being the brave soul he was, slid the curtain. Someone dressed up as a skeleton jumped up and screamed in Jason's face.

Jason stared at the "skeleton," totally confused, before chuckling. "Funny," he said. The "skeleton" gulped. Jason pushed past the skeleton, venturing further into the haunted house. You and the rest of your friends followed behind him; some were already terrified but also trying not to laugh.

As you, Jason, and the others ventured further, the walls became more closed in, making you feel trapped. You heard a creak and gasped. The lights started flickering. Jason laughed.

"A little trick. I bet a fake spider or a vampire will pop out any second now!" Jason declared, running a hand through his hair. You and the others murmured "okays" and "whatevers."

And sure enough, when Jason turned a corner, you heard a scream and rushed in front. Jason stood there, laughing as the man dressed as a zombie fumbled to get up, and he looked terrified of Jason. Soon, you and the others burst into fits of laughter.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

yayy

it's not my best work

it's been sitting in my drafts for a week or something but oh well

anyway it's pretty obvious that i've never been to a haunted house or an amusement park... #poor

[eugenoid]

After some hesitation, I decided to post a piece of a fic draft I've been working on (the very start of it, really). Aziracrow, post season 2, and if I manage to see it to completion, it'll be a hurt/comfort, fix-it fanfic (because of course it is).

People frequenting Whickber Street have noticed a peculiar weather phenomena: for a good couple of weeks now, dark storm clouds wouldn't leave the small area surrounding the "A. Z. Fell & Co" bookshop, and every day a heavy rain would fall, lasting precisely 66 minutes and 6 seconds at a time. What they haven't noticed, however — an amusing coincidence, really — is that it all started on the day the owner of said bookshop disappeared, and would end the day he came back.

"Why are you not inside?"

Crowley's demon heart starts racing from hearing a familiar voice, but he makes an effort to not move an inch from his spot, and not even acknowledge the angel's presence. Crowley is sitting on the cold roof of the bookshop, drenched in water; damp, gross clothes and hair sticking to the skin. He hears a poof and there's a big, blindingly white wing over his head now. He stays silent. Instead of getting an answer, Aziraphale is met with the rain getting worse, almost turning into a hailstorm. It starts hurting his wing, but the angel is determined to stay right where he is until he gets a response.

"Haven't showered in a while. Figured, why not," Crowley finally says flatly after several minutes of silence with a shrug. He refuses to look at Aziraphale, instead observing people rushing down the street.

"You are being silly," Aziraphale responds without fondness.

"Can't you see I'm rain… uh, bathing? Move- move your stupid wing out of the way," Crowley stutters in a rush, feeling nervous all of a sudden. And stupid. And small.

"I am just trying to protect you."

"From my rain," the demon says, getting irritated now.

"No, from everything. Well, including your rain, I suppose.” Aziraphale wishes he was better with words.

Crowley shuts his eyes and squeezes a damp roof tile with the force of a python choking its prey to death. It crumbles into scorching hot, dry dust on some poor bastard's head. The demon still doesn't turn to face Aziraphale.

"You are not protecting me from shit," he hisses through gritted teeth.

"Alright, this is getting ridiculous," Aziraphale sighs and with a wave of hand makes the rain stop. Clouds finally part, sun rays hitting the ground below for the first time in a while. He begins to put his wing away.

Crowley's response is to wildly flail his hands in the air which brings both the clouds and the rain back. Aziraphale groans in annoyance and raises his wing over the demon again.

"This is a bit melodramatic, even for me," the angel says under his breath and waves the rain away, again. Crowley brings it back with a snap of his fingers.

"I can do this all day," Crowley responds without even a smirk Aziraphale would expect from him at a moment like this. Angel realizes he longs to see it again. He wants to say something about it, but decides against it.

"You are attracting quite the crowd," he notices instead.

At this point most of the people on the street pulled out their phones to record the rapidly changing sky. Crowley wiggles his fingers, and suddenly everyone remembers they have urgent business to attend to, leaving no time to be standing outside videotaping the weather or (especially) the two figures on the roof.

"Crowley, please,” Aziraphale says with the hint of desperation in his voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by Crowley. “We need to talk."

Crowley lets his head fall. Puffs his cheeks and lets out a sigh. Taps fingers on his knee. Frowns. Clenches and unclenches his jaw. Frowns again. Finally, he looks at Aziraphale over the shoulder as the sky gradually clears and the last rain drop falls on his face, and begrudgingly manages:

"Fine. Let's talk."

OKAY this was my first attempt at writing in about... 8 years, and my first ever time writing in English, a kind feedback would be appreciated!

[ilovechuuy4]

˙∘ "Ah, what a lovely cake, babe!~" ∘˙

✰Osamu Dazai X GN!Reader✰

A/N; quite literally nobody asked for a dazai x reader but I've noticed since I've made my master list I don't have just a dazai fic along with just a chuuya fic BUT there is A LOT of chuuya x reader in my drafts so those will come soon!! I'm pretty sure this is the longest fic I made

→ Description; you and dazai decided to bake cakes! A quite messy and laced one at that.

Warnings; alcohol use (sneaking alcohol in the cake) and drinking wine

➥ Headcanons ⏤͟͟͞͞✰

→ Dazai is the one to sneak alcoholic drinks in to the cake/pastries/sweets y'all make.

→ Dazai is the one to take the frosting, dip his finger into it and smear the frosting on your nose like Rodolfo's nose.

→ He will make a mess no matter what, it's always possible and you can't avoid it, ingredients everywhere

→ Dazai is a literal child, he wants to lick the cake batter spoon, he doesn't care if there is raw eggs or not

→ When the cake is baking he's going to be OVERLY annoying because he has no patience whatsoever

→ This man is the most stupidest yet silliest known to kind, when decorating (his own cake) he's going to make little penises or inappropriate drawings on it

→ “Decorate appropriately" yea no, it's like yelling a kid to sit still and be quiet

→ The cake decorating is a contest for him for sure, he's going to sabotage you the best he can without ruining your cake, taking your frosting colors, candies that you're using, etc.

→ Christmas gal all the way, Christmas carols/music/dances/outfits/movies whatever, he loves it

Scenario!! ᯓ٭꙳˙∘

It was the middle of the day on a cool November day, there was a fire crackling in the living room, dazai and yourself in the kitchen with ingredients to bake a cake. Y'all had decided to to be creative and work on y'all’s culinary skills sense dazai was off work for holidays 'nd bored.

Soft hums were coming out the slim man’s mouth, who had an apron tied tightly around his waist, a cheeky smile on his face, his hands resting on his hips. “Alright! Let’s get this show on the rode!” You heard the brunette say excitedly, it was silly seeing him so happy over something like baking but also lovely.

Before this, Dazai had a bit too much wine so he wasn’t exactly sober. You had already grabbed the wet ingredients for the cakes, and dazai had grabbed the dry, store bought, cake mixes, all lied out on the counter top.

“Sure, sure. Let’s go this show on the rode” You mock with a soft smile, pouring the boxed cake batter into the metal bowl. You then crack the three eggs, but in this cake 6, since there is being to cakes made with the two boxes of cake mix y'all bought.

You then turn away to get a measuring up and get 2 cups of water. You heard a snicker from the brunette as you did. You weren't sure why nor did you see him pouring Lord knows how much whiskey into the cake.

You turn back and pour the two cups of water in, and then ⅓ vegetable oil. "What were you snickers about over here?" You say while giggling as well. "Oh nothing, babe. Don't worry!~" Dazai said with a cheeky smile, you knew he was up to something and it was obvious.

Y'all had already preheated the oven prior to this, 'nd now y'all have to mix, pour into pans, and then wait until it's done, let cool and ice! You take the whisk and start sturing the cake ingredients, while doing so, Dazai was getting into the frosting like a child.

Dazai had opened the white frosting, dipping his CLEAN fingertip in as it gets coated with the white, creamy icing. He sticks out his tongue, licking off the icing. "You know, this is OVERLY sweet" The brunette says, his gaze averting from the icing container, his deep brown eyes were looking into your e/c eyes.

"Ah, well that's the only kind they had, and isn't icing supposed to be overly sweet?" You had said, cocking and eyebrow as you continue mixing the cake batter. "Mhm, I suppose." He simply says as he dips his finger back in. "Honey, baby, babe, look at me!" He ugered, he really wanted you to look, even for a second.

You look over once more but before you could speak, you see Dazai reaching his icing covered finger tip towards your nose and smearing the icing on it. "Haha! Now you're Rodolfo but with a white nose!" He says his hands going back to his hips as a proud smile washes on his face, you couldn't help but smile.

"Ha, okay you Christmas obsesser" you scoff, and Dazai being the overly dramatic man he is, he jaw drops as he slaps a hand to his mouth, gasping obnoxiously as he does so. "Obsesser?! I am not obsessed!" He says with the most sassiest look on his face, holding back his giggles that were slowly tearing through the look of sassiness. "Cmon! Everyone knows you're obsessed on the holidays, Osamu! It's so easy to tell!" You start to laugh as Dazai turns away scoffing playfully.

Dazai huffs and the speaks, "Maybe a little, obsessed." He admits while turning to the Amazon Alexa y'all had placed in the kitchen for reasons like these. (cooking together) He walks over to it and whispers something as he turns up the Echo Dot to its max volume and soon, the entire kitchen is filled with Christmas music, specifically, All I Want For Christmas is You, by Maria Carey. You couldn't help but surpres laughs and giggles as you see our lover dancing and singing to the music.

"All I want for Christmassss~ isssssss~ youuuuuu!!" Dazai "sings" loudly, it was such good material to record but you didn't have your phone so it was a bit disappointing you couldnt record. You softly hum along to the song as you pour the cake batter into the cake pans. "Oo! Ooo!! Give me the spoon! I want to lick the batter spoon!" Your lover's eyes are like stars as you hand him the batter spoon.

Dazai starts licking the soon as he watches you put the cakes in the hot oven. "How long will it take?" He asks, still licking the spoon clean. "About 20-30 minutes? It just depends on the size of the pan if I'm honest with you, Honey, but since it's two 9 rounds maybe 22-27 minutes?" This wasn't a wild guess, but more of a precise guess. "Ughh, that's so long!" Dazai complained, nothing new though.

"Oh calm down, you listen to your Maria Carey and lick your batter spoon and before you know it, they will be done" You scoff softly, this makes Dazai huff and cross his arms as he finishes off licking the spoon. "Fine! But I think I'll annoy you instead" He says, smiling as he hugs you tightly, his arms around your waist and holds you close.

This goes on for a bit, dazai was poking, kissing, biting doing whatever to try to annoy you, but at the end of the day he wasn't sober so, you were fine with it. And soon, the timer for the cakes went off, you grab the oven mit and put it on, taking the cakes out from the oven, placing them on the stove top. A few minutes go by, Dazai was back to the casually bugging until y'all were able to frost the cakes.

"Okay okay, the cakes are ready to frost, you get one I get one, okay?" Dazai hums in response, looking extremely excited as he takes his icing bag and starts to work on his cake, you take yours as well and work on your own. You were glancing back and forth between your cake and Dazais face, humming softly to the Christmas music playing in the kitchen. You use your a smaller frosting tip to do more fine line details in the very detailed cake while dazai, seems to be doing something more since he is chucking up a storm.

You were making you and Dazai holding hands and dazai, well who knows? Because you didn't. You continue frosting your cake making everything the best it could be. "Done!" Dazai blurts with a smile, still snickering happily. You glance over and down at Dazais cake were there is a HIGHLY detailed cock, not a chicken, a cock, as in the male reproduction organ. Why was it so detailed? You didn't know but you just snicker a bit as you continue to work on your own.

"It's very, er, detailed?" You say, holding back a fit of laughter. "Yep! Based it off my own!~" He seemed so confident that it was funny, you put a hand over your mouth holding back your fits of laughter "O,oh yeah, really?" You choke out, it was hard to contain your giggles and snorts as they just fall out as you start to have a unbearable fit of laughter, which made Dazai start laughing too. A bit of tears from the uncontrollable fit start to form in your eyes as you catch your breath.

"Ha, Okay I'm done I'm done" you let out a sigh of relief as you quickly finish up your cake. Dazai comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. "Ah, What a lovely cake, babe~" He said, smiling happily as he saw the very detailed cake of the two of you holding hands.

He plants a soft kiss on your neck, and then your jawline moving up to your lips. Capturing your lips in a slow and loving kiss, you could taste the sweetness of the frosting and cake batter from earlier as you kissed back slowly. Dazai pulls back, smiling, "I love you babe"

[strxnged]

KAVEH: # following a long day. comfort/platonic; 500w.

your day had been exceptionally terrible, and, showing up at kaveh and alhaitham’s doorstep, you pleaded with kaveh to let you stay the night so that you wouldn’t have to be alone with yourself.

he opened the door wide for you, of course, asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“i’d rather just go to bed if that's alright,” you told him. “i can sleep on the couch.”

“are you sure?”

you told him that you'd sleep on the floor if it meant you wouldn't have to be alone.

he decided that he would sleep on other couch in the sitting room.

he pulled two blankets out for you:

”this one was brought from some merchants in aaru village to port ormos, where i purchased it,” he told you, “and this one i got from a weaver from fontaine. sheepskin. just look at the design!”

you took one. “at least i’ll be sleeping in style.”

the couch was not uncomfortable, and you were not cold, but of course you still could not sleep. events of the day haunted your thoughts as you lay back, only light from the hall lantern and moonlight from the foyer window preventing sheer darkness.

“comfy?”

“i'll be fine.”

“that sounds like a no.”

you managed a chuckle.

“sorry, am i keeping you awake?”

“don't worry about me,” you said, “what about alhaitham? isn't he in bed?”

kaveh scoffed. “at this hour? he's probably still reading. i wouldn't be concerned about keeping him awake, friend. he can complain to me tomorrow.”

“i’d feel bad.”

“no, no. please don't feel bad for inconveniencing alhaitham.”

you felt a bit better. “and you?

“i’d rather you were here and miserable than alone and miserable.”

“well.” you pulled your blanket up to your neck. “i appreciate it, kavs.”

“kavs?”

you smiled to yourself.

he asked you what the nickname meant, but you didn't reply.

“you're a strange one, y/n. you better explain it tomorrow.”

“mhm,” you said. and again, emotion hit you out of nowhere, deafening you to anything he said afterwards. you rubbed your eyes, wishing that you could imagine anything else.

kaveh noticed your silence and asked you what had happened today.

you could not tell him all the details—you could not bear it.

but you told him some.

enough that he understood why you came over.

his voice was soft and careful when you were done.

“i'm sorry,” he said into the darkness, “i’m sorry you had to go through that. i wish i could keep you from ever feeling how you do now. is—is there anything i can do to help?”

“kaveh, you're doing plenty just by having me here.”

“nonsense.”

you didn't respond, your eyes threatening to shut.

“are you sleeping yet?”

you weren’t, yet, but you stayed quiet.

“sleep tight, y/n.”

you heard a bit of a shuffle, but your eyes were shut and so you did not look. you got a feeling, however, that kaveh had repositioned himself on the floor next to the couch you were lying on, ready to comfort you should you need it.

author's note. hello my lovelies. i've got reason to believe that you may have had a bad day recently if you read this far; here's your reminder that kaveh would want to hear you out, and that i do want to hear you out if you need to vent. my inbox is open and you may specify that you don't want your ask answered/answered publicly.

also, as of posting this, i wrote this two weeks ago, but kept it in my drafts until i was sure i wanted to post it. i had an exceptionally long day at work today and it felt right. it was a nice read, too. i love kaveh.

consider reblogging if you enjoyed!

➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[ghost-proofbaby]

hey 👻! hope you’re doing good! can we please have a maroon teaser? and do you have any more chapters / songs lined up ready to go?

hellloooo!! <3 im doing alright! i hope you are as well, friend

and you absolutely can 😌 as of right now, the only technical song i have lined up officially is the unreleased one for the next chapter, "let's go (battle)", but i am currently working on the next, next chapter and can share a snippet from that! <3 no song decided on yet, although i've been playing around with "wonderland" or "i know places". who knows, though. anyways!

“You know,” Matt mutters as he fiddles with a key ring, unlocking the door to what is clearly his office. The plaque on the door says his name in stagnant cursive. “Normally, when your agent is calling you repeatedly in the dead of night, it means answer him.” 

It’s clear he’s speaking to Eddie, so you let him answer as you slide in past Matt as he holds open the door, “I did answer.”

“And then hung up.”

“I was busy.”

“Clearly.”

The office is surprisingly large, probably a deliberate illusion aided by the panoramic windows that occupy an entire wall across from the door. There’s shelves of awards and photos, cleanly lined up in pristine condition, a few even appearing to be copies of ones you’d spotted in Eddie’s apartment. Plated plaques engraved with achievements, photos of moments of the utmost importance framed by sleek black wood. Photos of Eddie, photos of Corroded Coffin, photos of unfamiliar faces. There’s a few empty spots that reveal the need for dusting, but there’s nothing that makes you particularly ache.

Except for one photo. A photo taken the day that Eddie had clearly signed Matt on as his agent; a photo of him shaking Matt’s hand, the smile on his face never having been more superficial. It couldn’t have been more than a month after the tour that you’d left him during. 

“I don’t understand why the front cover of some stupid ass magazine is so important,” Eddie grumbles as he follows you now, both of you deciding to stand and not yet sit in the empty chairs on the closest side of what must be Matt’s massive desk, “The tabloids run rumors about my dating life all the time-”

“Exactly.”

The door slams shut behind Matt, and he doesn’t bother to lock it. You’re sure whatever is about to transpire, Matt has informed the entire building to leave the three of you alone as you talk. 

“The tabloids are constantly running headlines about you and your mysterious affairs,” Matt continues as he rounds the desk, heading straight for a fairly comfortable looking office chair, “You’re always adding more fuel to the fire. And the label is getting sick of it, Eds.” 

There’s an edge to his tone that has you taking a seat the moment he waves for the two of you to do so. Eddie to your left, and a shelf of all that he is now to your right. A life he’s built without you. A life he drafted the blueprints for with you. 

“I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call him Eds in years,” you whisper under your breath, staring at the grey carpet below the soles of your feet. 

Neither man pays you any mind for the time being.

[babyinatrenchcoat]

Coming Out - Sister Winchester

Sooo this has been sitting in my drafts since 2017… apparently I came up with the idea in choir class my senior year 😅 I pretty much abandoned my account for like six years, but I’ve been revisiting it the last few days and thought I might as well finish this for shits and gigs.

Also, it turned out a bit more lengthy than I had originally anticipated… I don’t have a word count, I’m sorry

Descrpition: Coming out as gay/lesbian (whichever you prefer to say) to your older brothers.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Sister!reader, Charlie (mentioned)

Warnings: LGBTQ+ (if any of you need that as a warning), strong language (one word, said once)

~~~~~

Today is the day. The inevitability of this day gave you nightmares. The day you’d finally tell your brother’s the truth. You’re certain they both support it. They're fine with Charlie, after all. But that doesn't calm your nerves. The three of you found out pretty close to immediately upon meeting her. But you? Sam and Dean have known you your whole life. This will be so much different.

You pace back and forth in the bunker library, slowly boring a hole into the floor. Your thumb nail quickly becomes raw from your teeth as you run over what you plan to say in your head. This is the most nerve racking thing you’ve ever done. Ever had to do. Because this has to be done. They have to know the truth. It's the only way you can be your whole self around your family.

Not that you’re ashamed. No, it’s more that you’ve never actually said the words out loud. You’ve known about yourself for a very long time, but saying it aloud makes it real. These are different times. You know you have nothing to be ashamed of. Even still, your heart pounds in your throat.

The door starts to open, causing you to stop in your tracks and stare up at it. The color drains from your face, and your heart rate quickens, as if it was possible. Sam and Dean step inside, and you swear you can hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat in you ears. Your brothers walk down the stairs and into the library where you stand chewing your nail with a terrified look on your face. They notice.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” The eldest brother asks.

“Did something happen?” Sam adds.

You take a deep breath. “Can you guys just sit down please?” The brothers exchange a confused glance before obeying.

“What's going on?” Sam asks as he pulls up his chair.

You run your hands through your hair and begin pacing again. Where do you begin? “Okay, so... I've been wanting to tell you guys this for a while now, but... I dunno, I've been scared, and I haven't really know how to do it, and-” Dean cuts off your rambling.

“Y/n,” he says, bringing your pacing to a halt. “You’re scaring me, kid, calm down. Breathe.” You obey. “Now tell us what's up. You didn't free the Leviathins again or anything, did you?”

You chuckle slightly. “No.”

“Then I don't think there's anything you could do that would be much worse,” he continues, adding a smile. “Talk to us, little sis.”

You try to rethink your approach, but come up dry. Finally, you become impatient with yourself and decide to just spill your guts. “Alright, I'm just gonna say it. But please, please promise that you won't hate me.”

“We could never hate you!” Sam immediately says.

The genuineness in his hazel eyes calms your nerves just a little. But only a little. You still have to force down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. You close your eyes and take another deep breath. Keeping your eyes shut, you finally let it out.

“I’m gay.”

And there it is. It’s out. You’re out. The reality of the words you just said sets in. You’ve never said those words out loud. The pit in your stomach tightens, and you have to hold your breath to keep from crying. Your nerves are still shot, but you also feel free. You’re out! There’s no taking it back now.

You keep your eyes pressed shut for a moment, afraid to see a disappointed look on your brothers’ faces. Finally, you convince yourself to pry one eye open, the curiosity of their reactions becoming overbearing.

Your brothers look at each other, then back at you. An identical smirk spreads across both pairs of lips.

What the hell is that?

Your other eye shoots open and you glare at them, waiting for something, anything, to come out of their mouths. “Well say something!” You practically shout. Dean fails to stifles a chuckle, while Sam allows his smile to spread further. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Y/n,” Same begins. “We know.”

Your whole world shatters, then the pieces come back together in an entirely new arrangement in a split second. The only word you can muster is “What?”

Dean clears his throat and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you remember when you told us about your first kiss?”

How could you forget? “Uh, I seem to remember the two of you pestering the shit out of me until I told you.”

You had made the mistake of coming back to the motel you temporarily called home still blushing profusely. You tried like hell to suppress the crimson color of your burning cheeks, to no avail. “What’s his name?” Your eldest brother had immediately said. How were you supposed to react to his use of the word ‘his’?

Dean snickers about the memory now. “Right,” he agrees. “Anyway, you told us the kid’s name was Alex.”

Where is he going with this? It’s not like you lied. You just chose to leave out the fact that Alex wasn’t a boy. “Yeah?”

Dean pauses for a moment as if to give you a chance to catch up. You respond by simply raising your brows, silently asking him to continue. He looks to Sam for help.

“There wasn’t a single boy named Alex in your school,” Sam says.

Oh.

Heat rises to your entire face. At the time, you hadn’t considered that possibility.

“There was, however, an Alexandra in your grade,” Dean adds. He lifts one eyebrow at you.

You cover the embarrassment on your face with your hands. You’ve been so worried to tell them something that they already knew. Since your were 15, you’ve been trying to keep a cat in a bag that had a giant hole in the bottom. A laugh pushes itself from your stomach, and you drop your hands.

“I should’ve known you guys would try to find the guy,” you say.

Sam scrunches his eyebrows, keeping the smile spread across his face. “Well, yeah,” he sasses.

“Did you honestly think that we would find out that some horny teenage boy was mackin’ on our kid sister and not try to find out who he was?” Dean says.

You toss your palms up in surrender. “Like I said, I should’ve known,” you smile. “You broke into the school, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” Sam casually says with a quick shrug. All you can do is shake your head. A short moment of silence later, Sam rises to his feet and holds out his arms. “C’mere,” he says, gesturing you towards the space between his arms.

In the time it takes you to walk to him, Dean stands as well, holding one arm open to you. You reach the two of them and collapse into the embrace of the group hug. The weight of a thousand worlds lifts off your shoulders and is replaced by comfort. Comfort you only ever feel from your brothers.

You squeeze your arms around them just a bit tighter. “You guys are the best big brothers a girl could ask for.”

Dean squeezes back and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “You mean the world to us, Y/n, you know that.”

You nuzzle yourself further into your brothers’ arms. The last ten minutes replays in your mind, and you can’t help but giggle. “I can’t believe you guys have known this whole time.”

“Of course we knew,” Sam’s voice sounds from above you. “And even if we hadn’t found out then, you’re not exactly discreet about checking out bartenders and waitresses.”

The only defense you can think of is a slap on his chest. The action sends the two men away from you in a laughing fit.

“I am so!”

“You are so not,” Dean says between chuckles.

After the three of you recover from your laughter, you just stare at them for a moment. You’ve been worried for nothing. These two dorks would do anything for you. There’s nothing in the universe that would make them think any less of you.

“I love you guys,” you say.

Dean reaches over and tousles your hair. “We love you too, kiddo.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Let me know if you guys want the story of the boys finding out about Alexandra, cause I would LOVE to write that in detail.

[indigowallbreaker]

Bernadetta/Raphael with fluffy prompt 4?

Been editing a very long fic and remembered all these tiny fics sitting patiently in my drafts. Hope you all are having a lovely winter holiday!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

4: "Is that my sweater you're wearing?"

--

It wasn't Bernadetta's sweater. It wasn't even close. Bernadetta didn't own anything made with yarn so thick or so yellow. Or anything this large. As soon as Bernadetta found the sweater in her laundry pile, she should have marched back to the clothesline and hung it up for the owner to retrieve. Stealing another student's clothing, even by accident, could only lead to trouble.

Instead, she found herself tugging the sweater over her head. It was enormous on her, more akin to a blanket with arms than a sweater, and the head hole nearly exposed her shoulders. But it was warm. Bernadetta found herself sinking into her bed with a sigh, legs scrunched up under the long hem.

It could be her sweater for the day, she decided. Just one day. Winter had settled thick over Garreg Mach, and Bernadetta was having trouble adjusting to the temperature. One day borrowing this sweater and its warmth-- then she'd give it back.

A week later, there was a knock on Bernadetta's dorm door.

Bernadetta jolted awake. She had been reading by the window, wrapped up in the sun-yellow sweater, but had apparently dozed off at some point. What time was it? Had she missed class? Was this the Professor coming to drag her to detention? What if she had missed a test and the Professor was going to make her do it in front of everyone?!

Bernadetta practically ran to answer the door. Flinging it open, she stuttered over a dozen apologies-- then her mouth snapped shut. "R-Raphael?" She managed through her shock.

Raphael grinned down at her. "Hey, Bernadetta! Sorry if I scared yah."

"T-That's okay." Heart still in her throat, Bernadetta opened the door a little wider. "What do you need?"

"I've been trying to figure out whose this is," Raphael said, holding up a small-- well, small compared to Raphael-- grey shirt. "I found it in my laundry this week and..." He trailed off, staring at Bernadetta. His eyebrows went up. "Is that my sweater you're wearing?"

Bernadetta covered her chest as if exposed. "No! I mean! Maybe! Give me that!"

Ripping the shirt from Raphael's hands, Bernadetta slammed the door. She quickly tore off the yellow sweater, pulled on the shirt, and opened the door again with her face burning. "Here! I'm sorry!" She thrust the sweater into Raphael before shutting the door for good.

Bernadetta groaned and rest her forehead against her door. What was she thinking, holding on to another student's clothes for so long? It should have been obvious it was Raphael's! Who else would have a sweater so big! And now he was going to tell everyone what a weirdo she was. Bernadetta the Clothes Stealer. That's what all of Garreg Mach would call her until graduation. No, no! Should couldn't let that happen!

Once again Bernadetta practically pulled the door off its hinges as she flung it open, intending on racing to Raphael and swearing him to secrecy by any means necessary--

Only to run into what felt like a brick wall.

Raphael was still standing exactly where Bernadetta had left him. He laughed when he saw her, a booming thing that threatened to knock snow from the porch roof.

"You can't go around like that!" He said with a wave at her measly grey shirt. "Here. I can let you borrow it a bit longer if you want."

And he held out the yellow sweater.

Stunned, Bernadetta took it, not even flinching when he laughed again. "That's sure to keep you nice an' warm! I'll see you in class later, alright?" With a wave, Raphael left. The crunch of his boots on the frozen grass had long since faded before Bernadetta finally went back inside her room. She put the sweater back on and sat down by the window, book in her lap.

Strange-- it was the same yellow sweater as a few minutes ago. But now it felt like a gift. It was warmer, softer even, knowing Raphael had wanted her to have it.

Sinking in her seat, Bernadetta ignored the blush on her face, and opened her book.

[always-andromeda]

– The State of Things

Hi ho, frienderinos. So. Let's have a bit of a chit chat about the state of things. You may or may not have seen that my Valentine's Day requests masterlist was just posted. In total, I got forty requests from that event. And in the past month I've posted thirty of them. I've had those final ten just sitting in my inbox and I've finally decided that I'm giving them up. I've tried my best to make things work, but I was unable to fulfill them in a way where I'd be even marginally proud of them (trust me, my drafts tab was an absolute bloodbath). Thank you to everyone that put the time into requesting things. I truly appreciate all the love and support I get whenever I decide to do these little events.

With that all being said, if you've looked at my account at all in the last few days at all, you'll probably notice that I've made a lot of changes. From my username to my entire aesthetic, I've put a lot of time into giving myself a massive refresh. This is partially because, for a while now, I've been feeling very stuck.

My bread and butter for the past year has been putting out Paul Dano content. And for a long time, that was alright because I adore this fandom. But where I stand now, I’m actively pushing away my other interests because I’m terrified that the second I let myself make a switch, I’m going to lose everything I’ve been working for. I'm finding myself in the same position I was in three years ago; I wasn't following my passions and it burnt me out so thoroughly that I didn't touch writing for two years. And I'm not doing that to myself again. In other words, this is my very melodramatic way of saying that if you see me switching up my content on here, don't be surprised!

I will always have a soft spot for Danonation and, of course, I will always want to be involved in this fandom in some capacity. This doesn’t mean that my love for Paul or this fandom is dead. But for my own peace of mind, I have to let myself explore other avenues instead of forcing myself to put out work that I am taking no pride in. Here's to hoping that some of y'all stick around, because for the first time in a long time, I'm looking forward to the future of this account. Thank you all for understanding and hearing me out. Take care of yourselves, friends.

Love always, Andromeda 💞✨

[titconao3]

how are you getting the best snape art posts??? honestly your tumblr + curation is so good <3

Oh hello!

and thank you <3 unexpected, but welcome!

So, er, methodology, eh? The short version: er, i see some art, i look at OP's tags, find a promising one such as "my art" or "(fandom) art" or "(character) art" and... go through it.

More under the cut, it got long. (Method in the madness or Madness in the method, i'll let you decide!)

Bear in mind that i Tumblr on a computer, using a browser, while using XKit (these days, it's XKit Rewritten): for most of my fandoms i have a pre-made tag bundle, so that's just a quick hover, scroll, and click each time. Well, click-click, one for [fandom] and one for 'fanart.' i draft all the posts then queue them alternating fandoms. All are tagged so that if anyone follows me (not that many people) they can easily filter out stuff they're not into. Once things are queued, they're also liked, so that whenever i see that art (or not art) post again, i know not to reblog it again. i have More Than Enough to queue already ^_^;; (so much more omg)

Most of the time i will reblog OP's own art and not reposts or posts from another website (sometimes it's the own artist's IG art, so that's alright, sometimes it's also from a deleted account.)

If the artist posts little, or lots but i like their posts, or most of what i'm not into i can easily filter out (i only filter tags, at least for now), then i may follow. i keep my dash manageable enough that i don't miss posts.

There are happy surprises because people aren't always systematic with tagging, so along the way i'll find other artists, draft the piece i noticed, and later when i have time i'll do the "go through OP's art stuff" thing. It can get a bit overwhelming when i get back in the drafts folder, if i've been away from home for a while and spent little time on a proper computer or laptop for days.

i also follow a couple of fandomedit tags (not fandom or character tags; that way lies madness and way too much discourse for me, tyvm), but only a small number and in fandoms where there is not a tsunami of new stuff every day.

Basically the clue is that i'm being a little Extra about things ;-) i do try to curb that down, because i've ended many times drafting then queuing all the art from every artist i found in a specific fandom, even when i wasn't in love with all the works, because i felt bad not reblogging them all (no, i'm not neurotic about stuff, why do you ask?). It's even sillier given that my drafts folder is so bloated that of course i haven't reblogged all the art stored there. In some fandoms i try to simply reblog the art i see from folks i follow and otherwise sit on my hands so i don't go down the rabbit hole of 'must check every work from every artist i see in every fandom i'm in.' That way lies madness; my drafts folder is already too unmanageable as it is.

i also am only on Tumblr, not twitgram, instatok, snapbook, or wherever fandom is happening these days. Well, i have a DW, for example, but i don't really go there often beyond posting my fic (sometimes weeks after i posted it on AO3) and managing event accounts (sibling blogs to those on Tumblr). i do use Discord but i vastly prefer one-on-one chats to group chats so i rarely wander into servers. i have to when i'm promoting an event i'm organising so i can do it when the stakes are high ;-) but it does mean that while Tumblr takes a lot of my online life, it's the only social media i spend any time on.

My use of tumblr is very much read/reblog: i don't post personal stuff here either, about myself, my woes, or my writing beyond the occasional 'i wrote this' post, and even that is not systematic. To me, it looks like it's either 1/ people See you and you become a potential target (or at best it becomes a job because if you do become popular, there will be more demands on your time and energy: can you reblog this? what's your opinion on that? etc), or 2/ people ignore you while you're writing stuff on a public platform because you don't want to be ignored, so you'd probably feel bad about it. However, reblogging art/gifsets etc makes the creator happy (well, i hope), so that's good. Although sometimes i see posts on how creators would like to see enthusiastic tags about why rebloggers like their work, but that would be extra work and pressure to say the right thing, so i don't. i still worry about it of course. #lifestyle ;-)

So i don't know if that's what you wanted to hear, but kudos if you got here, because that's quite a chunk of overly-tweaked text for what was probably just a throwaway note... oops?

[wordyneonlights]

This writing every day thing might not be as hard as I thought !!

^^ Famous last words up there but hello all the same. Decided to post something else I wrote a couple years ago (I say a couple it was like last year probably) with a couple of edits.

Anyway, it's a draft of a first chapter so let me know what you think!

As always constructive criticism is always welcome, I do genuinely want to get better. Thanks for being here and happy reading!

DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNINGS

Strong Language used

Mention of drugs and alcohol

Mention of SA (and creepy drunk guy behaviour)

Brief mention of death

(If I've missed anything please let me know!)

Having money is a very nice thing.

Being financially stable in general is a nice thing, it’s always a comfort to know that you don’t have to worry about food and bills and all that.

Yes, having money really is a nice thing. Which is why running out of it is detrimental. Unfortunately this is the situation I have found myself in, one with no money.

Generally, I like to think pretty positively, I mean I wouldn’t consider my view on life ‘glass half full’ but I prefer to stay off the negative side to maintain sanity. If I started thinking about all the things that could go wrong, I wouldn’t even get out of bed.

I closed my eyes and leaned back onto the bench I was sitting on. It wasn’t like I didn’t have cash, I had enough saved up to last at least a month until my grandmothers benefits came in but still… it was pretty worrisome that there was a grand total of zero US dollars inside my bank account.

“Alright Erica,” I thought to myself, “In times of great brokeness what do you do?”

I sighed and answered my own question,

I sell drugs.

It’s not as though I want to do it. I only use it as a last resort and it’s never anything stronger than weed but (apparently) it’s enough to give me ten years so I tend to stay away from it but hey, drastic times I suppose. I get up and walk, wondering if Michael would have anything to sell and if Adil and Alex were doing anything interesting right now.

Whoah

Where did that come from? Those two hadn’t crossed my mind in almost a year and here I am wondering what they’re up to

“Like you have any right to wonder,” my inner voice says and I kindly tell it to shut the fuck up as I kick a stray can down the street.

Although, on further thought, the voice had a point. I didn’t really have a right to be wondering about their wellbeing when I ditched them like I did. I shake my head and keep walking, I have too many problems right now and reanimating dormant ones would just stress me out even more. I reach the gate of Michael’s house and knock on it… loudly. John opens the little side door and I step through it, he gives me a small smile as I mock salute him and I walk to the pool and there he is. Michael Holland, standing by the edge of the pool smoking and looking at nothing in particular like some sort of fucking protagonist or a really cool album cover. Sometimes it's hard to classify him.

I try to fight the urge to push him in as I walk up and stand next to him, plucking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it on the floor.

“Do you wanna die at thirty?” I ask before crushing it under my heel

“Twenty actually,” he replies before bringing out another cigarette and a lighter. I give him a look that I hope he interprets as annoyance before sighing and asking my next question.

“You got anything for me to sell?”

I let the question hang in the air as he turns to face me, his eyes boring into mine as he tilted his head slightly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

“I thought that was a ‘last resort’?”

“Well, as you can see, I’m desperate,” I answered wrinkling my nose at the smell of smoke

“You don’t seem desperate,” he said giving me a once over.

“Very fucking funny,” I said, “Look if you don’t want to give me anything that’s fine considering well…” I trailed off leaving her name in the air, “But I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious and if you can't give it to me I'll go to someone who can,” I turn around and try not feel bad about the fact that I'm semi forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do but, desperation does multiple things to people, none of them especially moral. I started a mental timer in my head,

5, 4, 3, 2, -

“Dicer's got some he's supposed to be giving to Matt... but I'll let him know you're taking it instead,”

Right on time

“Thank you,” I reply before turning, “And last month…”

“Save it,” he interuppted sharply before sighing and tapping the end of his cigaratte, “I mean I appreciate you,” he said looking at me, “But not yet,”

“It wasn't your fault,” I try to say through my eyes, "She wouldn't have blamed you,"

He turns away from me and I take that as my dismissal.

“See you around Josh,” I say to a nod in response. Exiting the gate and beginning the walk back to my apartment complex I let my thoughts drift.

I think about the stash I’m going to pick up, I think about Dicer who I haven’t seen since last month, I think about Angie at home, she’s probably watching some trashy reality TV and finally, I think about Alex. I think about that day and everything that I did afterwards. Basically, another chapter in my life that sums up how I ruin everything.

Shit

I looked up at the sun and squinted, it wasn’t so late if it was hurting my eyes which meant that I still had time to get home before it got dark and her house wasn’t so far from here…

I turn left and make my way to her house before immediately deciding against it and turning the fuck back.

What the hell are you thinking?

I ask myself and I answer my own question walking fast before I thump hard against someone, crashing backwards and muttering apologies.

“Shit I’m sorry-” I start before looking up and stopping, “Ty?” I say

He looks at me, brown eyes narrowing, “Erica?”

“Hey,” I say, totally cool and nonchalant as he keeps on looking at me.

“Does Alex know you’re arou-”

“No,” I say, cutting him off, “No she doesn’t and you're not going to tell her anything. In fact, just pretend you never saw me ok?”

I don't wait for a response walking off hurriedly, heart thumping in my chest.

Stupid, stupid, stupid fucking idiot, what did you think was going to happen?

I walked down the street, taking the long way to Dicers neighborhood so that I could blow off whatever possessed me to almost make such a stupid decision.

I decided to focus on Dicer instead, thinking about him always made me a tiny bit angry which was what I needed right now… a stronger emotion to drown out the feeling of guilt.

Dicer’s neighbourhood was worse than mine and that’s saying something. Sure I hear gunshots once in a while, and I’m not saying that we don’t have our fair share of drug pushers but my neighbourhood wasn’t as dirty as Dicers.

He lived where all the bosses lived, he played poker with them, drank with them, ran national money laundering schemes with them… not my favourite place to be

I walked down the street passing crack houses until I found the place I was looking for; actually I heard it first but that was besides the point. I entered the house wrinkling my nose at the smell before pushing my way through to the kitchen. If I knew him well enough he'd be there trying to trick a pretty girl into thinking he wasn't interested in the party so he could get in her pants.

And lo and behold there he was leaning on the counter scrolling through something on his phone.

I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder, causing him to turn around and smile at my presence. I didn’t smile back.

“I'm picking up Matt's rounds,” I told him, “Michael said you've got it and if you could hurry the fuck up that would be nice,”

“C’mon don’t be in such a hurry princess,” he said smiling softly, “If you want to leave so bad let me take you out,” he moved so his arms were parallel my waist as he leaned on the countertop, “You could show me all the tricks Will taught you afterwards yeah?”

My mouth went dry, and I could tell he wanted me to yell, to shove him off, to cause a scene. I wanted to, I really fucking wanted to, but instead I leaned in and whispered

“Unless you want a matching hole in your other foot, you’d better hurry up and get me my fucking drugs.”

I ended the sentence with a smile as his eyes turned cold and a muscle in his jaw ticked, if there was one thing Dicer didn't like to be reminded of, it was the fact that I'd beaten him where it really mattered and he had the scars to prove it.

He stood up straight, looking at me with almost pure hatred.

“Try that shit again with no Michael and we'll see what happens,”

“Just go do what you're good for and fetch my shit,”

I saw his fist clench out of the corner of my eye and he leaned to grab his phone before walking off.

Fuck

I stood up blinking rapidly, he almost had me when he mentioned Will but I wasn't the same person I was a month ago, he wasn't going to get a reaction that easily. I took a deep breath steeling myself before a sharp squeeze of my ass made me turn sharply around coming face to face with some creep

“Didn’t think he’d ever stop talking,” he said to me, words slurring together as he moved closer. He squinted while looking at me before opening his mouth again

“You’re skinnier up close, lucky you’re hot or I definitely wouldn’t fuck you.”

My hand was moving towards a beer bottle ready to break it and scare him away before his eyes widened at something behind me and he quickly stumbled away.

“Took you fucking long enough,” I muttered, turning around only to come face to face with Ty.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Why is he here? Does he usually come to these things? Have I just never noticed? But I'd know if he did, I'm sure I'd know if he did! Does he know Michael? Does he know Dicer? My chest hollowed suddenly as my thoughts raced. Does he know about Will? Does he know about ... about her?

“I thought you were Dicer,” I managed to choke out.

And speak of the devil, there he was holding a handbag and eyeing Ty inquisitively before smiling. My stomach rolled, nothing good ever came of that smile.

“You found someone new to teach you tricks huh?” he asked and I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood.

“Erica-” Ty started but I grabbed the bag and his wrist, pulling him away from Dicer, from this house, from this place. If only I could somehow pull him away from me.

I drag him ,or... he lets me drag him because he could stop us both if he wanted to, to the top of the street before slowing to get a good look at him. Ty was not a good liar, if someone had told him to follow me or something it would be written all over his face. I stop and he does with me.

“No one told you to follow me,” I start, “So why are you here?”

He frowns slightly, “Y'don't think I could follow you out of my own free will?” His eyes drifted to my hands and I realised that they were shaking. Fucking Dicer

“Are you-”

“It’s just weed,” I interrupted

“What?”

“I mean, inside the bag it’s just weed... I don't deal anything stronger than that,”

He nodded, the frown still evident on his face, “What was that guy talking about... with the tricks?”

I feel my chest getting tight and sink down on the ground leaning on a lamp post. Ty joins me, feet stretching out towards the curb.

“It's a long,” I breathe sharply, “Long story,”

“Safe to say I've missed a lot huh?” he jokes

“Not your fault,” I say

There's a long silence between us and I feel the knots in my chest start to loosen before my breathing even out properly.

“So,” he starts, “You wanna go to Dano's?”

[enhyqenn]

❝ enhypen during your period ❞ — ot7

pairing. ot7 x fem!reader

wc. 1.8k | genre. fluff

note. y'all i've had this in my drafts since february oml and i decided to finally edit it so here you go loves

희승 | heeseung.

• alright, his knowledge comes with his age

• because he’s the fake maknae oldest, if the other boys have questions about what to do they probably come to him !

• i believe he’d be the type to give you everything you want, no hesitation

• i see him running you a warm bath and just sitting outside the tub possibly even feeding and talking to you as a distraction from any discomfort

• after the bath he’d wrap you in a towel and let you dry off while he goes and grabs clothes

• and by that i mean he stands there looking at his closet for like 5 minutes trying to decide what to give you

• decides on a plain t-shirt and a pair of his CLEAN underwear i swear, if you’ve ever shared underwear with someone ur bonded for life i don’t make the rules

• ends up PUTTING THE CLOTHES ON FOR YOU 💀💀

• you’re all like “now what the hell- 🤨”

• man doesn’t have time for ur questioning

• “arms up, we don’t have all day”

• visibly uwu’s at the sight of his clothes on you…even tho he’s seen you in them a bajillion times before this

• “i could’ve done this on my own you know”

• “no you couldn’t have.”

• on a final note, it would be illegal to not add that he makes you as much ramyeon as you want 😩

rest of the members under the cut !

종성 | jay.

• his specialty is cooking and massages

• no one can change my mind on this

• although he says he has no experience with relationships, i think he’d still be awesome at dealing with you and your period

• mans is very knowledgeable wbk

• though i think that out of the seven he’d be the first one to be irritated by your mood swings

• that’s alright though bc you already snap at him all the time for his constant yelling so everything’s mutual ☺️

• BUT with that said, he has sm patience

• idk how he does, i’m literally the most impatient person there is so i really admire that abt him

• n e ways, he WILL treat you like a queen

• if you have any cravings, he’d go get it before you could even finish your sentence

• AND when you have cramps-

• he’d be the type of bf to massage your lower tummy :((

• UGH WE ALL NEED A PARK JONGSEONG IN OUR LIVES

• he also spoils the living hell out of you i swear

• you’d send him to the store for pads/tampons and he’d come back with the whole snack aisle, plus some sort of stuffed animal, a warm meal, AND a random item he remembered you had said you wanted awhile back

재윤 | jake.

• ahhh jakey 🥰

• i love him

• another ramyeon lover so expect tons of that

• knows how much you adore him and his accent so he’d 100% talk you to sleep if you want or need him to

• would be the sweetest bf i just know it :[

• fall asleep on his chest, BABE I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT I SWEAR

• will play with ur hair while you guys are cuddling and watching bolt ☹️

• “keep doing that it feels good”

• “ok”

• says it so nonchalantly but is grinning like an idiot while softly scratching your scalp absjsnsjjsns

• tries his best to never EVER irritate you

• he doesn’t like to see you mad, and he knows you’ll cry right after all your feelings hit and you actually realize ur mad

• he’d probably be everyone’s dream bf although he already is

• ahhh i’m sorry this is kinda short >_< i just don’t have anything else to say than he is the IT bf you wanna have by ur side when all hell breaks loose

석훈 | sunghoon.

• now this mf-

• please i just know he’d be teasing you while you’re having bad mood swings

• he’d get one sentence out and you’re already sobbing

• man is standing there like 😟🧍‍♀️

• “fuck. i didn’t mean to actually make her cry”

• but then in ten seconds flat you’re angry at him for having the audacity to say something brash to you

• would awkwardly hug you as an apology and offer to cuddle which i feel like he doesn’t initiate often so be thankful

• since he has a younger sister i think he’d be knowledgeable but also kinda clueless at the same time ??

• for example, he’d know to have snacks prepared and will even give you space, but ask him to go get you pads or tampons ??

• babe ur gonna have to walk him through it. baby steps ppl

• if you asked him to go buy more pads/tampons, the man would straight up go “absolutely not”

• but you beg him nonstop for the next 10 minutes and he finally gives in when you threaten to bleed on HIS sheets 😩

• he practically SPRINTS to the nearest convenience store

• keep in mind tho that he definitely had to call you at least twice to make sure he was getting the correct things LMAO

• “yeah, that’s what i thought. not gonna buy ur gf her menstrual cycle stuff? better think again buddy 🙄”

• literally shoves all the stuff at you when he gets home

• “i swear to god-”

• “oh calm down you big baby. i had plenty of stuff, these are just for next month :)”

• takes him a few seconds to realize what you said before he turns on his heel and walks off

• after you put your pads/tampons away you track him down--which wasn’t hard to do, he was just lying on his bed stomach down--and fell on top of him, resting your chin on his shoulder

• “why do you act all cold all the time? you know you love me”

• cue him turning his head to glare at you

• but ofc it doesn’t stay long bc you look cute clinging to him with a smile on your face

선우 | sunoo.

• ok for some reason i feel like he knows EXACTLY what to do, no questions asked

• cuddles? done. food? done. need more pads or tampons? DONE. just need to cry in someone’s arms because you saw a cute cat on your tik tok fyp? that’s fine! he’ll cry with you

• this boy 100% understands the assignment and aces it

• like, one time you two were just in bed on your phones cuddling and you were suddenly like “it’s hot get off of me”

• poor baby was a little hurt but scooted away from you nonetheless

• and legit not even two minutes later you’re like “wait come back i miss you and need to show you this fox, it looks JUST like you”

• he’ll be all :D “okay !”

• extremely happy when you’re super clingy cause he can just chill while you latch onto him like a koala

• ok now one day you were super emotional

• you were changing out of your day clothes into something much comfier when all of a sudden cramps just hit you

• definition of 😳😟😐🥺😭 halfway through pulling up your sweatpants lmao

• PLEASE SUNOO JUST WALKS IN ON YOU CRYING AFTER RUNNING TO THE STORE AND KINDA JUST WHIPS OUT A CHOCOLATE BAR HE BOUGHT OUT OF PANIC

• “would you like some chocolate ??”

• you immediately stop crying 💀

• i mean who wouldn’t it’s frickin chocolate

• you two spend the rest of the day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling 😽

정원 | jungwon.

• an absolute king. enough said.

• nah i’m just playing

• but fr i think he’s the type to want to learn more about menstrual cycles so he can help you

• absolutely 100% tracks your period

• probably knows you better than you know yourself tbh

• “oh no don’t eat that i read salt is bad for cramps. have this dark chocolate bar instead.”

• “but i want chips ??”

• “fine, but don’t come crying to me later when you feel like shit”

• you eat the entire party size bag of chips bc who does this boy think he is 🙄

• spoiler alert: he’s ur boyfriend and he was very right

• so, with your uterus currently trying to kill itself, you begged jungwon to get you a heating pad

• boy has the MF A U D A C I T Y to look at you and go “told ya so”

• you almost threw your phone at him 😍

• the only thing that stopped you was that he complied before you even got to chance to do so

• you looked at him like 😑 “mfer that’s what i thought”

• still a little irritated, both from your lovely bf and the invisible fist punching your abdomen, you aggressively forced jungwon to hold you :]

• “if you don’t cuddle me ur sleeping on the couch”

니키 | niki.

• oh boy

• would definitely call konon (his older sister) to help him out

• “are you sure that’s supposed to help her?” type shit

• he’d also avoid you cause he heard that ‘girls want space’

• and while that is true (in some cases), on this particular day all you wanted was to be held by your too-tall boyfriend

• so of course you’re like “why won’t he come near me? did i say something mean earlier? ☹️”

• babe, you didn’t, the boy just wanted to give you what he thought you wanted

• SO

• when you confront him he’s all like 😟

• “dammit why’d i do that” in his head tho

• and ur all like “if i did say something, i’m sorry-”

• you don’t get to finish ur sentence bc boy just grabs your wrist and drags you to the nearest comfortable surface (which happens to be your bed) and pulls you down on top of him 💀

• now it’s your turn to be all 😟 bc u didn’t expect that AT ALL

• but you relax and just let yourself be held by mr nishimura riki aka enhypen’s known cuddler :((

• “you didn’t do anything wrong dw”

• “then why’d you avoid me for a given amount of time ??”

• kinda dodges looking at you before answering

• “konon normally wants nothing to do with me when she’s on her period so i thought you’d be the same way”

• ugh this boy

• “well, i want everything to do with you :)”

• bye i feel like you can tell he and hoon are my biases🚶‍♀️

• N E WAYS

• y’all nap together for the rest of the day bc he doesn’t want you to feel alone anymore ☹️

[bluemoonbeam15]

Breathe

This had to be death. Tendrils of darkness envelop themselves round about her neck. She could hear everything and nothing at the same time. A chorus of silence rang in her antennae as the world around her went out of focus.

The only voice reaching her consciousness brought more turmoil than the darkness itself. It screamed at her. Somehow louder than the silence. It yelled to her that she was dying. That she had to survive, no matter what.

A sound of water...no...the wind. It was a hush. If the wind had a voice to speak with, she envisioned it sounding like this. It swept against the sides of her face, cautiously picking away at the onyx tendrils. Cool vapors filled her lungs and it was not until then she realized she had been deprived of air. Her chest heaved at the returning sensation of life.

Colors were the first thing to come back to her. Dull browns, greys, reds...colors her mind couldn't process just yet. The warm breeze still cupped her face as she opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was facing a mirror with the fearful expression gazing back at her. Reality reached her senses and she blinked up at Hopper, still racing to catch her breath.

"Shh," it was the wind, "you were having a panic attack, Princess." Hopper stroked her face. The warm breeze.

Atta closed her eyes again, swallowing, "Not again..."

"You need to talk to someone about this."

"I'm fi--"

"No, you're not." He let his hands fall to the side, still keeping an eye on her. "This is the third time I've heard you crying in your sleep. All the way from my room," he stressed the last part. "Princess, this is getting out of control."

Atta rubbed circles on the leaf blanket to distract herself, "I'll grow out of it. Thank you...again." She gave a small smile, expecting him to leave like he did the other nights.

But he didn't.

Hopper looked at the entrance, contemplating. "Come on," he stood up, reaching a hand out.

She studied it, "Where?" He simply nodded toward the entrance. With a sigh, she took his hand and followed him out. "Hopper, I have a lot to do tomorrow--"

"Sounds fun. Now come on," he led her down the tunnels. She watched the scenery change as they stepped out of the anthill. Stars illuminating the clearing. Hopper stopped just shy under the arching root. "Hold on."

"Wha--" she at least prided herself in not screaming as he pushed himself into the air. "Hopper! Y-Your wing isn't in!"

He landed on top of the root, setting her down gently, "I'm a grasshopper, Princess," he chuckled, "we don't need wings for everything."

It was probably meant to be a jab at her species, but she was distracted by the constellations above them. "Alright...so what's this for?" she gestured around her.

"Just breathe."

"I do that all the time."

"No, that's living."

Atta scoffed, watching him sit down and pat the spot beside him, "What's the difference?" she decided to oblige.

"You spend your whole life living for tomorrow," he stared up at the sky, "have you ever just lived in the moment?"

The Queen downcasted her gaze, not able to go back to a time when she desired to live in the moment. It didn't feel as if there was ever just a moment. It was all long, excruciatingly long days that blended into weeks and months and years. There were no pauses or breaks that allowed her to simply remember how alive she was. To...

Just breathe.

She had to force herself to relax, rolling her shoulders a bit. Her foot twitched back and forth anxiously. "You're trying too hard," Hopper snorted.

"Well, then how am I supposed to relax?" She glared.

__________

I'm not dead!!!! 😃

But I've started college at Appalachian State University and it's going great so far. On my way to be an English major with a focus on Creative Writing and a minor in physics that I'll be transferring to NC State to work further on in two years.

That's the plan anyway...

BUT I was looking through my drafts on here and found this one out of 7... 😬

I'll write a part 2 to this but here's what I had left on.

[thatspookyagent]

Being James Patrick March’s significant other (Black!Male!Reader) would include...

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: mentions of body scars, daddy issues, internalized homophobia, mentions of trauma (not too big I swear), and NSFW/sexual intimacy headcanons ahead (mainly fluffy and romantic)!

A/N: Alright y'all ngl James is one of the Evans' I'm the least confident writing which sucks because I absolutely adore him. I've started so many drafts for him but haven't had the motivation and confidence to actually complete anything. So I'm writing this up in hopes of completing and posting it. I'm writing him with a Black!Male!Reader for a personal extra confidence boost and motivator, that and there seriously needs to be more content like this in the AHS fandom. This is dedicated to @haverlings-world​ , the author of a Black!Reader x JPM fic which inspired me to start writing for the AHS fandom in the first place!

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Despite the pair of you being considered by others as an “unlikely romance”, both you and James bonded quite easily and quickly

At first you were just someone he hung out with when he didn’t have Elizabeth to keep him company

But after awhile he realized that you made him just as happy as she does and overall, made the Hotel less mundane and him feel less lonely in the world

At the beginning of your relationship with him there wasn’t much physical affection, mainly because James had never had that kind of relationship with a man before and he wasn’t used to having another man in his life to open up to and be vulnerable with

From time to time he often mentions his father, who he despises, and how he used to make him feel

At first, James used to simply place a hand on your side gently or give you affectionate verbal greetings and at some point, simple yet lingering hugs

Though over time and with patience, James eventually got to the point to were he was even comfortable kissing you in public

However, one thing that doesn’t change is his sensitivity over the scars on his back

There was a time when you’d never see James without a shirt on, even during sex

One night he came to bed without one on and was visibly nervous over his exposed back

But with reassurance, most of his troubling feeling around his insecurities (at least when around you), had subsided

As long as you ask permission beforehand, he’ll let you touch his bare back and even let you trace his scars

Soon rubbing his back becomes something soothing to him and lulls him to sleep whenever he’s restless

With him being a ghost and a serial killer, he was shocked when you already knew but decided to still be in his company

He does talk about his kills from time to time, mostly in detail but only if you’re up for listening or can stomach it

Since you’re still alive, he loves asking you about what the modern world is like or what you do whenever you go outside

But when you do go outside, James get immense separation anxiety and does nothing but pace his room all day

He’ll constantly ask Miss Evers if she’s seen you and have her be his lookout

James will even sit in one of the red chairs near the check in area or wait right next to the hotel doors for you

When you come back he’s instantly at your feet like a puppy, asking if you’re hungry or need to rest your feet

He also insists that Miss Evers have some fresh hot food for you when you come back and he doesn’t care if the food gets cold while he waits patiently for you

Sometimes when the two of you are lying together in bed while embracing, he’ll confide in you

James will rest his head under your chin and go on and on about whatever’s on his mind, personal or not

At first it was mostly about how having a close relationship like this with another man, especially with one who isn't white, was considered extremely taboo

He reminisces about all of the men he enjoyed the company of back when he was alive, particularly about an amazing photographer he once knew

But soon after he starts to praise you with endless compliments, whether it’s about your looks or how you’ve handled his insecurities

He’s really old fashioned with pet names so he tends to call you darling, dove, love, lover, partner, significant other, and at times “my other half” or “my heart”

James is also terribly fond of goodnight kisses and snuggles, and the two of you often spend days on end just cuddling with each other in the darkness of his room

No one to disturb the both of you and no one around to judge, the room is not only filled with darkness but unconditional love as well

Another favorite thing for James to do is do his significant other’s hair

He did Elizabeth’s hair once or twice when they were married but she wasn’t the fondest of it

Though now he can not only do something he used to love doing but in a different way

For about a week he preoccupies himself with learning how to do Black hair, mainly by bugging the daylights out of Sally because he needs the Internet but can’t work anything electronic to save his life (if he was alive that is)

It gives James something to do and during that week he keeps it rather hush hush because he wants to surprise his boyfriend

It also fills him with a lot of purpose and motivation which is something the relationship between you two has been doing to him since you two met

One day he sits you down on the edge of the bed one afternoon

“Darling, if you wish, could I...do your hair?”

When you say yes, it makes him the happiest man in the world, and he immediately gets to work 

He gathers up all of his hair products and spends the entire day preparing, washing, and twisting your hair

At first he’s a little crooked whenever he does a hairstyle but eventually everything becomes almost second nature to him

It also becomes a regular thing for him to do your hair, he always asks permission before doing so and never takes you saying no personally

Your hair is actually something James admires a lot and is a source of frequent compliments from him

After awhile James’ dinners with The Countess start to become less of a priority for him as he begins to replace most of those dedicated days with days dedicated for you

His dinners with you are always peaceful and pleasant, and James often shows his inquisitive and curious side by asking you thoughtful questions

Some are more loaded and sensitive than others but for the most part, they’re simple and low-key

But amongst of all of that, his favorite thing to do at the end of your shared meals is slow dance

He’ll place a record in an old record player, wind it up, and close his eyes softly as music begins to fill the room

He grabs you tenderly by your hips, turns you around, and plants a kiss on your lips

When you’re the two of you are finished, you both go back to James’ room and take off your clothes in order to snuggle or have a nice, calming nap together

Even if you’re not experienced, he doesn’t care, he’d rather have a sloppy slow dance with you than not have one at all

He often coaxes you to rest your head on his chest and forget about anything that troubles you

He'll frequently plant kisses on the top of your hair and rest his head slightly onto yours

He'll also remind you of how much he loves and cherishes you, and how much you've changed his life for the better since you've been in it

But there are times when moments like those between you and him end in sex

For the first time in James’ life, he was content with passionate and soft sex with another person

He never thought he would ever have a sexual relationship with someone in that manner, let alone another man

He’s relatively unexperienced with men in the sex department, having not been able to fully explore that area while he was alive due to trauma and prejudice, and he’s more than happy to be submissive and a bottom

At first the thought of being that way with a man repulsed him, and he thought that no male would ever want to be with him that way and that if he opened up, he'd end up getting hurt no matter how good he was to them

Though when you came along, it took him awhile to adjust to everything but eventually he was ready to move to that point in the relationship with you

The fact that he doesn’t want sex with you to be rough or fast is utterly foreign to him, he wants it to last as long as it can and have ample time for the both of you to worship each other’s bodies

He tends to hold onto your back a lot as well as your hair during love making, softly panting into your chest as you rock your hips into his gently

He can’t help but look you in the eyes when he gets the chance, though most of the time their either closed of half lidded in pleasure

There are times when things get rough but not to the extreme, it really is the first sexual relationship were James purely wants mainly only softness and passion in the sheets

He actually prefers to be on his back, so that he can face you and mumble sweet things in your ear, often praising you on how well you perform, take care of him, and how sweet you are

He doesn't bother suppressing his moans either, he wants you to know how good you make him feel but you deserve that and he's finally glad to have someone in his life who makes him feel that way again

Some of his behavior that hasn’t changed from his previous relationships is his possessiveness 

He can’t bare the thought of losing one of the only men in his life who has treated him right and the only man to ever steal his heart

James constantly checks Miss Evers’ language, since she tends to be rather bigoted with his choice of words

At times James sits you down in his lap while sitting on the edge of his bed, rests his head against your back and wraps his arms around your waist, and sits in silence

If you ask him what’s wrong or if he needs something, he’ll only reply with

“Nothing dear. I’m just making sure I never lose you.”

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

[atalho-s]

Here comes the sun

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: suggestive? but not smut!

words: 1.3 k

summary: you’re tom’s guitar teacher and he is nervous to ask you out.

a/n: this was on my drafts for ages lol i wasn’t going to post it, bc it looks really bad, but yk what? whatever 💁🏾‍♀️😂

Tom grabbed the last clothes that were lying on the living room floor and some glasses from the coffee table and took one last look to make sure everything was in order. He was cleaning up the mess that had been left from the night before. Since he and Harry were sharing a house together the mess seemed endless.

He wasn't one of the most organized people in the world himself, but today was Thursday, and that meant he had guitar lessons. And with guitar lessons Y/n come along, his teacher for the last two months. After he come back from filming and had nothing to do for the rest of the year, he decided he was going to learn everything he could that he hadn't learned in the last few busy years.

But after a few lessons he had realized that he had started looking at her longer than he should have. Getting distracted more often. He really enjoyed talking to her about music, in fact about any topic. In fact, he'd been planning on asking her out for a few weeks, but he obviously never had the courage. So maybe today would be the perfect day. He had put on his favorite shirt with his favorite jeans and now he had just finished cleaning up the mess he and Harry had left behind.

He heard the doorbell ring and stopped in the middle of the living room with scared, tossing a coat he had in his hand into one of the closets quickly. He started to get nervous, maybe it was a bad idea to ask her on a date, maybe she didn't even see him like this, maybe she didn't even like him, after all she was just his guitar teacher, he didn't think she even noticed his looks to her, or if she noticed, she must have found it strange. The doorbell rang one more time and he snapped out of his thoughts, rushing to answer the door. He opened it and came face to face with an Y/n with her guitar case in one hand, wearing a skirt with t-shirt and sneakers, she looked beautiful.

- Hi Tom! Ready for class? - She said smiling when she saw him.

- Hi Y/n! Of course! Come in... - he said, opening the door wider and giving her room to enter.

- Did you practice since the last time? - She asked sitting on the sofa and opening her case, taking her guitar out. Tom stood up just looking at her and Y/n looked up when he didn't respond. - Tom? You going to stand there? - She gave a small laugh.

- Yeah! - He said coming out of his momentary space out. - Sorry! - He said taking his guitar that was in the corner of the room and sitting beside her on the sofa. - I managed to give a good improvement since the last time, I got that part where I was missing...

- Great! You want to show me? - she said smiling again and he smiled back.

- Sure... - he said and started to play the first chords of Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles. The music he had been learning for a week now. Y/n rested her chin on her guitar paying attention to it and Tom missed some chords cursing, making Y/n laugh. He played again now with a confused face, but missed the same part.

- It's alright Tom, you can try again. - She said and Tom shook his head, settling better on the couch.

- Okay, now here we go. - he said starting the chords, but ended up missing again. - Shit! - he cursed and Y/n smiled.

- You're not putting your fingers right... Wait, let me help you... - she said putting her guitar aside and approached him. - Excuse me…- she said and he smiled nodding that she could touch him. She then took her hand and smoothed his fingers over the strings, but instead of Tom looking at his guitar he was lost because her face was so close.

- Okay, now it's better... - she said and looked up to face Tom. Y/n also returned the look intensely and Tom approached slowly looking from her mouth to her eyes. Y/n didn't move from her spot which encouraged him to close the gap by sealing his lips to hers. In the beginning it was just a long peck, until he tried to pull away, but failing, because Y/n pulled him by the back of his neck, putting their lips together again and kissing him heartily, making him smile against the kiss.

Tom placed his guitar on the floor still kissing her and placed one of his hands on her cheek and the other on the couch, pressing her to lie down, which she gladly did. Then he lay on top of her placing his hands beside her head and Y/n ran her hand inside his shirt, making him shiver at her touch.

Tom broke the kiss looking for air and bit her lower lip lightly, running his hand down her leg pulling her closer and kissing her neck.

-Y/n...-He said low now against her chin. - It's this okay?

- More than okay...-she said, interrupting him and kissing him again as he reciprocated. Putting his hand on her waist, he pulled the hem of her shirt, lifting it until they parted their kiss so he could take it off, tossing it aside. He went back to kissing her, kissing each one of her covered breasts and she bit her lip.

- You don't know how long I waited for this... - Tom said now kissing her belly and she looked at him smiling.

-Me too...-she said and he kissed her up to her thighs, lifting the hem of her skirt.

- Really? -he asked against her skin and took a small bite making her give a small moan.

- Yes, for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. -she replied and he removed his shirt, helping her take off her skirt right after. And while she tossed the fabric aside he took off her pants too, making them both stay in their underwear.

He got back on top of her and Y/n ran her hands over the muscles of his arms. He returned to kiss her lips now going more slowly and run with one of his hands from her leg to her waist, taking her panties lightly, not taking his mouth from hers not even for a second.

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Tom was now sitting in his boxers waiting for Y/N to come out of the bathroom. He had his guitar on his lap and was strumming a few notes smiling openly to himself. It seems that his plan to ask Y/n out had turned out better than he expected.

He started strumming the first notes of Here Comes The Sun again, this time concentrating better and even hitting the part he had missed earlier. Hearing someone clapping, he looked up seeing Y/n in the doorframe wearing his favorite pink t-shirt, which looked perfect on her, he smiled at the scene.

- Congratulations Tommy, you finally learned! -she spoke approaching also smiling and sat beside him.

- My teacher is very good and well... I had a good inspiration... - he replied and gave her a peck, making her smile. - Y/n... I've been wanting to ask you this for a while but... Do you want to go on a date with me? - He said laughing a little at the irony of asking that now.

- I think we skipped this step, but of course I want to! - She said excitedly and laughed too kissing him right after with desire.

- So that's what you do when you say you're learning guitar? - they heard someone say and jumped in fright, turning around and seeing Harry with his arms crossed leaning against the wall of the living room.

- HARRY! - Tom said covering Y/n's legs with his arms and threw a pillow on top of him making Harry start laughing at their embarrassed faces.