#to all the boys i’ve loved befoe

[snaillock]

could I pls ask for a boyfriend's Nagi x male reader? like him having a weakness for the reader and being like a puppy with him? idk if I'm explaining myself idk how to put it in words 😭 I love blue lock and there's almost no x male reader with them so I'm excited to find this sorry 😓

nagi x male!reader

AHHH my first request!! tysm for asking i would love to make this! i also got curious and only found like three nagi x male readers (two of which were smuts that i was too uncomfortable to read☠️) but don't worry im here to save the day. this also ended up being a lot longer than expected but still really hope you enjoy!! ^^

tags: male reader, sad nagi backstory moment, me getting too carried away with build up again

you were one of the few people who didn’t look at nagi like he was some anomaly. while others in your school would steer clear and gossip about him behind his back, you were one of the only people who spoke to him and treated him like an actual person and not some freak of nature

you would try to talk to him in class but he wouldn’t talk back (since “talking is such a pain”) so you assumed you were bothering him and eventually stopped.

nagi eventually noticed you wouldn’t talk to him in class anymore and it didn’t bother him at first. but eventually he finds himself missing it and would make the rare effort of trying to initiate conversations with you.

that led to you guys talking every day during class. the more you two spoke, the more you realized how much you had in common with him. you soon asked him if he wanted to come over to hang out.

he usually rejects any hang-out offers from literally anyone. though when you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place to play video games together, he accepted because he found you to be less of a hassle to be around compared to others.

when he came over, he realized he actually really enjoys being around you and had fun spending his time playing games with you. he even took a look around your room to admire all the things you’ve collected that represent your personality and interests. this only made him more captivated by you and wanted to be much closer friends

now for the exciting part

once some time has passed and you two got closer, you soon find out he’s a shamelessly clingy person both emotionally and physically.

whenever he would see you, he randomly wraps his arms around you and latch onto you. he hates being forced to let go whenever you two have to go to class.

he gives absolutely zero fucks about being publicly affectionate with another guy in school, paying no mind to the weird stares and whispers

he constantly wants to stay over at your place and when you come over to his for the first time, he introduces you to choki (a hugeeee moment for him trust me)

nagi truly loves being with you. at first, he didn’t care about being an outcast until you showed up in his life and showed him what true friendship and love was like

soon his feelings for you as a friend develops into something much more unfamiliar before he can realize it. falling in love was definitely a new experience for nagi and falling in love with you specifically was a slow delicate process

he definitely didn’t realize for a while that he likes you in that way until he finds himself admiring you as you somehow have soft lighting all over your face and pink flowers and hearts circling your head (all in his imagination my boy is completely whipped). he then thinks, “hmm this feels like one of the shojo mangas i’ve read befo- ohhhhh!”

once the initial shock is over, he’s already bold enough to confess to you quickly after. i can imagine him suddenly telling you how he feels in the most random scenario ever.

it would be so out of nowhere. you guys could be out walking in the park. you casually sip out of your bottle when he nonchalantly says, “wanna be my boyfriend?” with his signature neutral face, making you choke and cough on your water.

he would then elaborate on how much he likes you with the plainest face ever like it was a regular tuesday conversation. the one difference is the light flush on his cheeks and you can definitely tell that he truly means all of it. so once you stopped coughing, you obviously accept his confession

if you thought he was already pretty damn clingy prior to you two becoming a couple, then be prepared for that to increase tenfold

holding hands isn’t enough for him, ideally he needs to be super glued onto you permanently for the rest of his life

you guys are definitely the couple people gag at when they see you both curled up cuddling each other in the hallway.

once again, he gives absolutely no shits. he needs to show off what an amazing boyfriend he has so he’ll never tone it down on the pda

on the very very rare occurrence that you're not with him and you happened to be talking to someone else in the hallway, he sees this and immediately gets a little possessive. so he walks up right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on you. you assume he's just being needy again and find it cute, completely unaware of how he's now glaring deep into that person’s soul from over your shoulder. i mean you’re his man and his man only so everyone needs to know.

he requires you to pet and run your fingers through his hair for a low minimum for uhhh 2000 times a day. you swear that he purrs every time you do it but when you try to listen out for another one, he already fell asleep on your shoulder

whenever you guys are cuddling either at his dorm or your place, he just lays his entire body weight onto you like a heated blanket while resting his head on your shoulder with your fingers carded through his hair. if you try to gently nudge him off so you can get up and use the bathroom, he audibly whines and eventually relents. he totally tries to follow you into the bathroom after that.

whenever you compliment or praise him, he looks totally unaffected but internally, he’s jumping around screaming. meanwhile, he will randomly drop the most endearing and beautiful arrangement of words at you in a completely neutral voice and just move on with his day like you didn’t just witness the most flattering thing you’ve ever heard.

loves whenever you randomly grab his chin and give him a short but very sweet kiss.

nah actually scratch that. nagi loves kisses from you anytime anywhere. fleeting cheek kisses before you both head to class. kisses on his forehead as you hold him close under the covers. drawn out victory kisses you both finally finish a difficult match together. no matter what it is, he always helplessly melts into each one.

before you appeared in nagi's life, his world was just one big dull pain he simply had to push through every day. now that he had you by his side, he finally had the motivation to get out of bed every day.

[sofs16]

let you break my heart again—2

series link #SOF: biggest thank you to @rocksanneig for helping with the translations 🤍🤍

“hello! ”charles said to the (y/h/c), giddy that yn came.

the big part of him knew yn would come. she was always there. but he told himself not to be too confident and maybe there was a small chance she wouldn’t come. he told himself maybe she just needed a little more time.

but there she was, standing tiredly in front of him with her pillow hanging to her side, the pillowcase charles had gotten for her was hanging in between her finger tips.

yn had been complaining about the itchiness of her pillowcase and the next day charles was handing her a bag of soft pillow cases he had bought with some of his racing money.

“salut hi” she whispered, subconsciously using french as the language whilst she shivered from the sudden wind. “come in! ” charles opened the door wider, making sure she got in before closing the door behind her. he took her other hand gently and hurried to the living room. her heart rate had quickened at his touch.

all the leclerc’s were aware of them occupying the living room, pascale made sure arthur and lorenzo wouldn’t disturb the two teens. she had always loved yn as her own daughter and wanted nothing more for them to stop fighting — maybe even a confession.

“i am very very sorry, yn. i can not apologize enough but thank you for coming.” he sat her down the couch “ouais yeah” she mumbled, still unease with her paced heart rate and the situation.

“y/n/n, dis quelque chose say something” charles sighed, nudging her after a while of silence and she shook her head “'tu sais ce qu'on dit dans le code des filles -ou le code des garçons, charles ? on met pas ses amourettes avant sa meilleure amie. you ever heard of girl code— even boy code, charles? you don’t put ‘flings’ or whatever before your best friend”

“je sais, je suis désolé- i know, i’m sorry-”

“'Non tu sais pas ! T'es même pas amoureux de Lacy. C'est qui pour toi ? La troisième fille avec qui tu sors cette année juste parce qu'elle trouve que t'es beau et qu'elle t'aime bien ? C'est pas comme ça que ça fonctionne. no you don’t know! you don’t even like lacy. what is she? your third girl of the year just because they say they think you’re hot and they like you? it doesn’t work like that.”

“Tu te mets pas avec quelqu'un parce qu'il t'aime et que tu apprécies le fait qu'on t'aime; tu te mets avec quand c'est réciproque. Ça fait souffrir l'autre personne! you don’t get with someone just because they like you and you like that someone likes you; you get with them when you actually like them. it hurts the other person!”

“i.. i am not with lacy anymore” he mumbled, fiddling with the knit blanket. she raised a brow as if she had proven her point.

‘don’t expect anything’ yn quietly reminded herself

“she broke up with me” she looks at charles. what kind of an idiot would leave him? sure, charles had his flaws, but to yn he was the only man who she considered ‘perfect’ even in his own way.

she gave charles a hug. charles always found comfort in her hugs, an indescribable feeling to him.

“i’m sorry charles but that doesn’t excuse what you did. it may be small to others but the one day i asked for us to have, you leave me waiting for hours.” she whispers

“i know, i will never do it again! i promise!” and he stood by that. “sorry about your breakup though” she mumbles, pulling away from the hug “It is okay, at least we get to spend more time together, like before!” charles smiled “got any upcoming races?” she leaned back on the couch, changing the topic. she did not want a fight, she wanted him to understand, maybe a little too naive at the time.

“one next next week.” charles leans over to open a bag of chips, offering her some. “i wish i could go but i’ve been slumped with work” yn sighs, munching on her chips “don’t worry! i’ll ask maman to video it all so we can watch it together”

“i can’t wait for you” she says with a small smile before they fall into their usual chatter, forgetting to even watch a movie.

pascale finds them both sleeping on the couch, charles embracing yn. she takes a photo of them on the polaroid camera lorenzo recently got for the family. she puts it in a memory album charles doesn’t know exists. It has pages of them growing up together.

1 month later, october, is the peak of senior prom talk. the schools in monaco aren’t as large as others, meaning word spreads fast. charles recently got with another girl, heather, who he thinks is the one. but he’s 15, what does he know?

yn hasn’t bothered to speak about it since the last argument… rather, the lack of argument. she hangs out with charles once or twice a week and to her, that’s enough.

during a usual leclerc- yln dinner, charles mentions him going to prom with heather. the others indulge in that topic as pascale turns to look at yn. she sees the young girl looking down at her food, keeping her eyes trained on the pasta.

“what about you, yn? any cute boys?” lorenzo asks, making yn look up. charles looks at her as well.

charles hadn’t thought about that.

“um.. a few have asked but.. i didn’t really say yes” she shrugs.

“why not”

“how come”

“are you going alone?” the others push more follow-up questions. “i don’t really know... besides, shouldn’t we be talking about lorenzo’s girlfriend?” she smiles and tries to shift the conversation, which thankfully works.

ironically, the next day at school, one of the few boys yn may actually think is cute, asks her to the prom. “sure” she smiles. a little company can’t hurt anyone.

as mentioned, word travels fast in their school. hence charles storming into yn’s room at 9 in the evening. “you did not tell me” “charlie, it doesn’t hurt to knock sometimes” she says, putting on some moisturizer.

“you did not tell me you were going to prom with— what is his name? philus ?” he repeats “it’s philippe” she cocks her head to the side, setting the moisturizer down

“why did you not tell me?” “charlie, he asked me out today”

“and?” “charles, you literally just got home from your date with heather. why do you think?” she said, exasperated

“you could text me!” he bickers “why is this so important? i would have told you yesterday!” “Because we do not talk as much and I— I just want what is best for you” “And whose fault do you think that is?” she whispers

history repeats itself, another girl, another argument.

charles quietly leaves the room with a muttered apology but comes back, just as quickly, to hug her and wipe the tears away.

“stop ditching me for girls, its pathetic of me to cry over this” she mumbled in his sweatshirt “i am stupid, do not cry over me, please”

he then hasn’t understood the layers to the argument, yet again, but there was an unspoken rule to him that he couldn’t go to sleep with you two being in an argument, not again.

the next week, charles takes yn out for a joint birthday dinner. she ends up paying for it after multiple quarrels on who pays. it was his birthday, after all. she ends up giving him a bracelet she bought for him. he told her that he would never take it off.

november strolls by and charles has never been more enthusiastic for yn’s birthday. she deserved a good one. he spoiled her that day and dragged her away for a moment to give her a necklace with a friendship ring, both their initials engraved. she thanks him with a tight, bone crushing hug.

january break is spent supporting charles’ races, being present in all of them.

february, prom finally happens. it would have been much memorable to yn if she wasn’t still hung up on charles. her date was kind and good for her. charles and her would subconsciously both look at each other.

though, that night, they all get home with little giggles, yn and charles saying good night to each other as they enter their houses. and just before charles can shut the door, he notices a letter sitting under the door mat.

he picks it up, paying no mind, until he sees your name. his first thought of his, to return it to you, is stopped when he sees the stamp of oxford.

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yn.yln.16 little dinner plans for birthday boy here! #16!

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october 16, 2013

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charles_leclerc Happiest birthday to my constant, yn.yln.16! It has been a tough year for us but I always knew we would make it through! :) Thank you for always sticking by me even if I can be very stupid at times and always supporting me, you are everything to me. I love you! And also, 16 is my number 😠

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yn.yln.16 Boys insisted on a pre-prom drinking night to see my soda drinking tolerance😒

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[daydream-cement]

Cold Dead Heart Ch. 4

Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rown Ali)

Authors Note: Thank you to @c-lyn4ever for helping me with some ideas for this chapter!

Since the attack on the Ottinger boy, Principal Weems had teachers watching the halls at night. As one of the few vampires on staff, Larissa opted giving you the shift in the early hours of the morning from 1-3am. You were surprised when Marilyn turned down the hallway in which you were sitting, “What are you doing out here so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She took a seat next to you, cleaning her head back against the wall. You didn’t know it, but she was lying to you.

“Good news. You can help me keep all of these students in line.” You spread your arms out wide, gesturing to all of the nonexistent students that roamed the hallways. Marilyn chucked at your joke and leaned her head on your shoulder, resting there. You stopped gesturing when she did as you would rather have her touching you than the ability to make jokes.

“Is this okay?” Her hands came to grasp your forearm and bicep, allowing you to enjoy her warmth across your skin. She took a deep breath and snuggled in closer and you bit back a smile, taking mental notes to tell your best friend about later.

“Mhmm..” You hummed, knowing it was more than okay. You wanted this to be an all day everyday thing. Silence befell you for a few minutes, no sounds except for the thunderstorm beginning outside. Part of you considered asking her to be your girlfriend. Just to make things official so she would only want to be with you, but your stubbornness kept you from asking.

She spoke up after a few minutes, “I’ve been seeing Larissa…”

You felt your heart crack, not in two but enough to need stitches. You kept all of the emotions pushed deep down, bottling them up and planning on throwing away the key. Your voice was quiet and calm, unable to hide the heartbreak, “Oh… That sounds nice…”

“Yes… Yes, it is.”

Marilyn stayed with you your entire shift. You were plagued with mixed signals. She rested on your shoulder and held your hand, both of which you found to be odd interactions if she was with Weems. She even allowed you to walk her back to her rooms in Ophelia Hall, even then she held your hand on the way back.

You stopped at her doorway, even when she walked in her rooms and left the door open for you. After tonight, you knew you couldn’t stay. If you kept sleeping with her and having moments you had tonight, the crack in your heart would become a gaping hole. Marilyn smiled at you, cocking her head, “Aren’t you going to come in?”

You shook your head, looking down at your shoes, “I should probably get back to my rooms so I can be up on time for classes.”

“Oh, okay…” She seemed disappointed which made you happy in a small, fucked up way. Marilyn approached you once more, her eyes looking up into yours. Her expression was almost impossible to read, “I really like you Rowan. I wish you would have wanted a relationship.”

“Me too.” You respond, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips before leaving her alone in the doorway to her rooms.

———

The next few days passed like a category 5 hurricane, destroying the school and your trust in others. Larissa was dead or at least you thought she was. Marilyn was behind the murders. And to make matters worse, you were still in love with her. When the semester ended early, you immediately called up Fern and flew out to Wisconsin to spend the time off with her and her family.

You couldn’t believe you were crying in Fern’s room. You could count on one hand the number of times you have cried in the past decade. Emotions had no place in the life of a vampire, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

Fern sat on the bed as you sat on the floor. If you were going to cry, you wanted to create some type of distance between the two of you. You were so frustrated and you hadn’t been able to speak to anyone about it all, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Preach.” Fern’s monotone word brought a smile to your face for a fraction of a second before you continued your raging.

“I can’t fucking stand that I let her get under my skin. Fuck! And I still want her under my skin! I’ve never wanted to turn someone like this before. She could be my queen of the night. I would spend eternity worshipping at her alter, but NO!” You began a small rampage, turning and laying back against the carpeted floor. Your hands were gesturing wildly as you spoke, completely infuriated by the woman that captivated you and who now sat in prison, “Instead, she attempted to kill all of the outcasts at Nevermore! She hates outcasts. She hates us all! Yet, she is willing to sleep with me and my boss! Explain that to me!”

“I mean you have a type.” Fern knew that humor was the only way to cheer you up, “You said Lizzie Borden was great in bed.”

“She was! And so was this psycho! I sure know how to pick ‘em.” You sat up abruptly, coming to rest your head on Fern’s bed. In return, she reached out a hand and stroked your hair, “Oh, Fern…”

Fern laid on the bed in front of you, creeping closer so she could rub your back, “Well, like you always tell me, ‘To get over someone, you might need to get under someone else.’”

“You telling me that you should dumb Sydnee and we should date one another.” You made a joke, voice muffled by the mattress beneath you. Fern smiled at your words, knowing that with a little time, you were going to be alright.

———

“You are going to apply?” You were practically jumping up and down behind Fern as she scrolled through the job listing for the botany professor position at Nevermore Academy. Knowing that you would be returning to Nevermore with a possible friend would be incredibly helpful after the past semester you had, “Fern, we will cause so much trouble and there is no way you won’t get the job.”

“I did apply. I sent in my application two days ago. I’m just anxiety scrolling and thinking of everything I missed in my resume and curriculum vitae.” Fern was trying to downplay her abilities, but you knew her resume backed up her abilities as well with a PhD and teaching skills within the world of plant science, “And besides, there is more than one outcast with the power to manipulate plants, Ro.”

“Yeah, whatever. I think that I could convince the professor across the hall from me to switch-”Her phone began ringing and you glance over her shoulder to see the 802 telephone area code for Vermont, “Holy shit, Ferny. Answer it!”

She shushed you quickly before swiping the bottom of the phone screen to answer the call. You wrap your arms around her neck and lean in to listen closely to the call. Fern smiles and presses the speaker button so you can hear everything. Fern was the one to speak first, “Hello, this is Fern Rogers.”

The familiar and pleasant voice of your boss was the one on the other end of the line. She must not have been dead after all, “Hello. This is Larissa Weems. I am the principal of Nevermore Academy. I’ve looked over your resume and I must say, you sound a little too good to be true.”

You couldn’t help but shake Fern in her chair, pure excitement washed over you. She had to stifle a laugh before speaking, “I am so pleased to hear that, Principal Weems. I promise that it is all true. I just finished a small stint with the National Park Service and I am really looking to get back into the education world. Teaching is my passion.”

“I’m very glad to hear that. We received a wonderful letter of recommendation from our own Dr. Ali as well. We are looking to interview you as soon as possible. Sadly, I won’t be able to interview you myself. Instead, the board of directors is looking to speak with you about the position.” Your mind was racing with Larissa’s words. In your opinion, an interview from the board would be far easier than one with Larissa. She could certainly be a hard-ass about who could and couldn’t work at Nevermore, after all Marilyn was a board hire.

“I can’t wait. You give me a time and a place and I will be there. I’m very excited about the prospect of this possition.” Fern was never able to hold her cherubic excitement about things like this. You found her to be absolutely adorable for it.

You almost missed how professional Larissa was at all times, “We will be in contact. Have a lovely day, Dr. Rogers.”

“You as well, Principal Weems.” Fern hung up the phone and it was impossible for her to hide her excitement. She jumped up on her chair and you picked her up and hugged her just like you both used to do at Nevermore when you heard great news. Fern paused cheer to look down at you, “Was that tall hot blonde?”

You grin at her, knowing that Fern had been dying to see what Larissa looked like, “Yes it was.”

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 5) | (ch. 4) ☆ (ch. 6)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 3.3k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes (please read as there are some serious, potentially triggering topics in this chapter): nsfw. mdni. x/n = your ex’s name. daichi is a cop so there are cop things (car, uniform). bullet hole. (in italics) detailed flashback/recounting of past traumas with y/n's father, ex-boyfriend including abandonment, abuse (emotional, verbal, physical), cheating, domestic violence/assault, choking/strangulation, bodily injuries, dissociation, suicide attempt (mention), retraumatization by police, hypervigilance.

And, boy, you can bet if a move can be made She knows how to make Her own alibis and lyin’ eyes and all the best lines Lord knows she’s heard ‘em all She’s been cheated on and pushed around and left alone Lord knows what I’ve put her through And, boy, you can bet if a move can be made She knows how to make one on you

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

You woke up the next morning in a mess of royal blue sheets and your skin saturated with Daichi’s masculine scent. You rolled onto your side and looked over your shoulder to find yourself alone in his bed. Raising up onto your elbows, you blinked as your eyes adjusted. His room looked different in the morning light. Now you could see the faint imperfection in the smooth surface of the opposite wall where the bullet hole had been before the man for which it was intended patched it up.

By the sound of things, Daichi was in the shower, providing the perfect opportunity to quickly get dressed and sneak out the door befo- shit! You remembered that your car and keys were still at Suga’s. Seemed you wouldn’t be giving the cop the old slip and making a clean getaway after all. You were considering making the trek to the train station on foot when the ensuite bathroom door slowly opened. Daichi peeked around, smiling as bright as the morning sun when he saw you.

“Hey, I was trying to be quiet in case you were still asleep,” he said softly as he stepped into the room, damp towel wrapped low around his waist.

Your eyes stayed glued to his hip muscles peeking out over the edge of the thick cotton as he leaned across the bed, your fingers moving to cover your lips just as he was about to kiss you.

“Oh no, I have morning breath,” you said, voice muffled behind your hand.

He grinned and leaned in closer. “And I bet you still taste just as sweet…” He moved your hand out of the way, testing your resolve.

The flavor of his toothpaste was still fresh on his lips when they met yours and you pulled back, giggling. “No fair! You already brushed your teeth!”

Daichi smiled and said, “Don’t care,” before reclaiming your lips. “Mm…wish I had more time, but I’ve gotta get to work,” he said, rutting his growing erection against your thigh.

“It’s just as well. I’m so sore, I don’t think I could handle another round with you right now.”

There was a glint of accomplished mischief in his chestnut eyes. “Is it a good sore or a bad sore?”

You playfully tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth. “Oh, it’s a divine sore,” you muttered into his mouth.

“Is that right?” he groaned, the towel absorbing a large bead of his precum. He hissed and dropped his head between his shoulders. “Damn, I really wanna fuck you right now.”

You bit your lip and sighed as he sucked lightly on your neck before abruptly pulling away, knowing if he didn’t stop that his dick would override his rationale and make him late for work.

He walked back into the bathroom before calling out to you. “I’ll give you a ride over to Suga’s on my way to the station.”

You tried to ignore the deluge between your legs and slid out of bed to set about finding your clothes and get dressed. Daichi’s reappearance did nothing to assuage the ache between your legs. He walked through with his uniform pants on, unzipped and his belt not yet buckled. He pulled a plain white t-shirt over his head before putting on his uniform button-up. He was tucking his undershirt in when he glanced over at you and laughed.

“Why’re you staring at me like I’m your next meal?”

“Maybe you are.” Your flirtatious smile fell and you looked away, the stark reminder hitting you like a ton of bricks when you noticed the police seal insignia on his shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Hm?” Your eyes flicked to his again. “Yeah! Fine!” you assured him with a contrived smile.

He didn’t believe a word of it. With one cocked eyebrow, his concerned gaze lingered on you for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.

The ride over to Suga’s was painfully quiet, save for a few remarks about some new construction along the way.

Relief washed over you as Suga’s house came into view. After pulling into the driveway and putting the marked SUV into park, the police officer whose bed you woke up in less than an hour ago turned to you.

“Hey, would you uh…let me take you out sometime?”

“You mean, like, on a date?”

“If that’s okay with you…”

That you began chewing your lip and suddenly found the floorboard of his vehicle more interesting than the topic at hand wasn’t lost on him.

“…or not.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, a genuine frown matching the guilt in your eyes. “I just don’t know if I’m ready for that right now.”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize. I wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with…but if you change your mind, I’d really like to see you again.”

His words set you at ease and you smiled. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the rides,” you said, winking at him as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Anytime,” he smirked. “Tell Suga I’d come in and say hi but I’m already pushing it time-wise.”

You nodded. “Okay, I will.” You stepped out of the car, your hand still holding the door as you took one last look at the best fuck of your life and smiled. “Have a nice day, Officer Sawamura.”

“Careful, honey.”

You chuckled, closing the door and turning to walk towards Suga’s front door. When Suga let you in, you heard the Interceptor’s tires rolling along the pavement as Daichi pulled away.

“Oh my god, Suga, wipe that grin off your face!” you said, closing the door behind you.

“I see Officer Friendly gave you a ride this morning. I also noticed you left your keys here," your smug friend said as he stood in his floral robe, dangling your keys from his finger. "What happened after you two left?”

“Nothing, Suga,” you lied, snatching your keys before walking away from him, trying in vain to stifle your giddy smile.

“You smell like him…” he said with a smarmy grin, following you to his kitchen where you helped yourself to a cup of coffee.

You buried your face in your hands. Knowing you were carrying Daichi’s scent around felt oddly comforting, but expressing how happy you felt was dangerous at best. How would you be able to keep yourself convinced that the man you slept with last night was nothing more than a one night stand if you gushed about him to Suga?

“You two fucked last night, didn’t you?” Your friend’s voice was dripping with pleased amusement.

“Yes, but only last night so don’t get yourself too worked up.”

“What?” Suga’s shoulders slumped, his hands falling limply from his hips to his sides. “Whyyy?” he whined like a child who’d just been told he couldn’t have the toy he saw at the store. “It was so obvious last night that you two like each other?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Uh-oh.” Suga’s tone suddenly turned serious. “But what?”

“I don’t date cops.”

“Okay? But he’s a lot more than just a cop. I know you see more than that in him.”

“Suga,” you turned to face him, “you remember when I told you that Musubi’s father used to hurt me?”

Sadness glistened in Suga’s eyes. “Yes, of course, but if you think Daichi would ever-”

“Listen, Suga. There’s so much you don’t know; so many details that I hoped I’d never have to tell you about. Not because I don’t trust you - I do trust you! It’s because it’s hard for me to talk about it so I try to avoid it as much as possible.” You rubbed a rogue tear from the corner of your eye.

Suga slowly approached you and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, y/n, we don’t have to talk about it if-”

“No, I need to talk to you about it! You’re the only person I feel safe enough with, and you probably know Daichi better than anyone. You’re exactly the person I need to talk to about this!”

“Okay…okay,” Suga rubbed your back before grabbing both your coffee mugs. “Let’s go sit down then, hm?”

You nodded with a sniffle, wiping another tear away as you followed your best friend to his couch. He placed your mugs on the coffee table and both of you got comfortable before you started.

"Promise me you'll tell me if it's too much and I'll stop, okay?"

Suga nodded, and you took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay. As long as you just stuck to the facts, you would be able to get through this.

Your father had bailed on you and your mom when you were little. Up to that point, you had been a Daddy’s Girl. Your daddy was the first man you ever loved, and the first to ever break your heart. He hung the moon and the stars in your sky; he was the god of your tiny universe, sure enough. But it seemed even he didn’t think you were worth sticking around for. So then how could you expect - let alone demand - better treatment from any other man?

X/n was the charming boy you went to high school with; the one you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You were young and naïve, barely out of high school when you got pregnant, but the two of you began to build a happy life together. Within a few months of Musubi’s birth, however, your fairytale ended and your worst nightmare began.

X/n turned on you. He was no longer your high school sweetheart; he had become a scary stranger who made you feel like a prisoner in your own home. You would never understand why having a baby with x/n made a switch flip inside him, but you suspected he thought it would make it easier to keep you under his control. He hadn’t been wrong.

He would yell at you and tell you that you were a bad mom because you couldn’t do anything right. You quit your job and stayed home. You stopped seeing friends so you would have more time for him when he came home from work. But nothing seemed to make him happy. No matter what you did, he was never satisfied and it wasn’t long before he started putting his hands on you. He had so thoroughly convinced you that you were broken and incapable of making a man happy that you didn't believe you were worth saving from that hell. Maybe it was the best you could ever hope for.

Much to your chagrin and relief, x/n came home one day with a new woman and announced that he was leaving you for her. Told you it was your fault he cheated on you because you were too busy taking care of Subi to pay enough attention to him anymore. He went upstairs and packed his bags, leaving her standing awkwardly in the kitchen with you as you made your little boy’s dinner. It nearly broke you when your ex left, but you supposed it was the lesser of two evils. You bid him good riddance and did the best you could to scrape and scrounge and make ends meet for you and Subi.

Three months after leaving, your ex called wanting to talk about getting back together. But you were done. You had finally broken free and the last thing you would do was let him imprison you in your own home again. You and Musubi had been smiling more and you didn’t want that to go away, so you told x/n that you didn’t want him back. When he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you hung up on him as he screamed at you after saying you had to get Subi ready for bed.

Less than 10 minutes later you thought you heard a noise, but figured it was Subi trying to sneak around and play after bedtime. When you walked out of your bedroom to check on him, you saw your ex coming up the stairs. He was inside your home - having let himself in with the spare key the two of you had always left outside - forcing you back into your room before slamming the door, effectively blocking your only point of exit.

He was there to tell you how it was gonna be, and if he wanted to talk to you then, damn it, that’s what was gonna happen. When you yelled at him to leave, he grabbed you by the throat and told you it was his home too and he could do what he wanted.

X/n chased you down the stairs and caught you when you tried to run away from him. You cried and screamed and tried your damnedest to fight him off, but he was much too strong. He dragged you into the living room where he shoved you against the wall a couple of times before throwing you down to the floor where he choked you again - your vision going black at the periphery. You were sure he was going to kill you so you checked out, dissociated, gave up, played dead, stopped fighting to conserve as much breath as you could as you began to slip out of consciousness.

There was the distant sound of car doors closing when your ex suddenly got up and ran out the front door. A few moments later, he welcomed two police officers into your home and you knew everything was going to be okay; that you were safe. Little 6-year-old Subi had gone into your bedroom and used your phone to call 911, telling the dispatcher that his daddy was hurting his mommy and she needed help.

You were just getting up from the floor when one of the officers ran to you and started asking you if you had taken anything.

Holding your bruising throat, you furrowed your brow and blinked at him. “I- I took my multivitamin this morning?”

“Have you taken anything else? Anything that could hurt you?”

“Anything that could h-? I don’t understand,” you breathed, thinking your brain must really be short on oxygen. Just then, three paramedics rushed towards you. They checked your vitals, held your eyes open as they glared lights into them, and noting your pulse rate and blood pressure, announced that you were definitely under some sort of duress.

As the other two medics packed up their stuff, the one who seemed to be the lead gave you a look of pity and said, “Good luck.”

It was all so surreal. You didn’t understand what was happening.

When you began to tell the police that your ex had broken in, one of them cut you off and said they didn’t see any signs of forced entry. “Right, because he used my spare key! He knows where I keep it and-”

“He said he lives here…” the other interrupted.

“Th-that’s not true. It’s just me and my son.”

“Is he your son’s father?”

“Y-yes. Aren’t you going to arrest him and take pictures of my injuries?” Contusions and scrapes littered your body, and one of your fingers was broken.

“Ma’am, we have no way of knowing whether you gave yourself those injuries…”

Your eyes began filling with tears again. “B-but…I didn’t! He did this!” you cried, pointing in your ex's direction.

“That’s not what he told us.”

“What did…” You felt like you were being choked all over again. “What did he tell you?”

One officer looked away while the other crossed his arms over his chest. “He said you were going to attempt suicide and when he tried to stop you, you started fighting him and did this to yourself.”

Bile rose to the back of your throat. You might’ve known. “M-myself? Break my own finger? Choke myself TO THE POINT OF BRUISING?” You choked again…this time, it was on your own breath.

The motherfucking dirtbag of a cop had the audacity to roll his eyes at you. "Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to calm down."

"Calm d-...? Oh god." Feeling like you might be sick, you put your hand over your mouth.

They had let your ex leave, saying he was going to stay with a friend, and returned your spare key to you. You were at least thankful they didn’t think you were far enough off your rocker to take your son away from you that night.

Even though the cops had put the spare key in your hand and you had kept it inside - never to put it outside again, no matter where you lived - you lied awake the rest of the night. Musubi slept next to you, but every little noise you heard put you on high alert, wondering if it was x/n trying to break in again.

What was there to stop him? As long as he could convince the cops you were trying to hurt yourself, he could do anything he wanted and get away with it. You once thought that the police were there to serve and protect, but all they had done that night was retraumatize you and potentially put you in more danger. How were you supposed to ever feel safe again?

“I’m so sorry any of that happened to you, y/n. You’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known and it’s so hard to imagine something so awful happening to someone so wonderful. I hope you know you didn’t deserve any of that.”

You nodded your head against Suga’s chest, a strangled “thank you” squeezing its way through the constriction in your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n! And then I went and introduced you to a cop last night. I’m so sorry, I had no idea!”

“No! Nononono, Suga, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not upset that you introduced us! I just wanted you to know why I can't date Daichi." Wiping a tear away from your cheek, you chuckled. "But in case you didn’t know, your best friend is sooo good at eating pussy!”

"I did not need to know that," Suga said flatly.

“And my god, his cock is huuuge!”

Your friend held a finger up. “That, I did know.” Your eyes went wide, but before you could jump to conclusions, Suga offered a preemptive explanation. “Two words: locker room.”

“So…you two have never fucked?”

Suga waved his hand, laughing. “Pfftsshh…I wish! No, honey…Daichi’s straight as a board!”

“Are you sure?” you asked, a smirk playing at your lips.

“Trust me, hon, I’m sure. He’s never made so much as a blip on my gaydar,” he asserted. Suga waited a beat before changing back to the subject at hand. “So you like him, hm?” It was written all over your face.

The serious tone returned to your voice as you averted your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, Suga. There isn’t any long-term potential with him, but I’m worried things might get weird now since we're both your friends.”

Suga pursed his lips. He understood where you were coming from, why you had your reservations. But he also knew you. And he knew Daichi even better.

“Well, what happens between you two is your business and if things do get weird between you and Daichi, I can tell you that I won’t be weird about it. I will say this though…

I’ve known Daichi for over 10 years. He and I played on the same team together all through high school. I’ve seen him deal with a lot of tough situations and he’s had to make a lot of tough calls, but he’s always been fair and just in his decisions. There’s a reason he’s been my best friend all these years.” Suga put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and smiled sadly. “He’s a really good person, y/n. As his friend and as your friend, I think it would be imprudent to write him off just yet.”

ch. 4 ☆ ch. 6

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The deers big meal

I don’t even know what this title is but it just popped in to my mind

Alastor x black!reader

Summary:where you and your family are having family dinner and Alastor can’t keep his hands off the food or you

Word count:I have no clue

Notes: your Alastor wife and this does have black foods in it specifically the foods I cook wit my family also this is not the Alastor smut I’ve been working on I’m still working on dat oh and since I’m black imma just talk how I normally do only when da reader or her partners talk tho but if yall can understand it I can change it just let me know

•Y/N POV•

“Aight yall I just got off dat phone wit mah ma and her and my pa or going to be coming to both meet yall and to cook yall thanksgiving dinner wit dat help of me” i say while i walk into the lobby”really im my god I can’t wait to meet them when are they coming” Charlie asked in excitement. “Dey coming ta day since we gotta start coming da day befo thanksgiving” “WHAT!” Everyone yelled(besides husk and Alastor they already knew that because they already met your parents and had dinner with them before) “ye is dat a problem or somethin”i say while tilting your head. “ no no no not at all I just wish you told us sooner when will they be here?” Charlie ask nervously “oh Dey be her in bout three or fo hours so imma go out and buy everythang I need Alastor I need ya to find me a big pot and I medium pot and well das it cuz imma go buy Alda seasonings” I say as al gave me a bright smile and nod while going to get me what I need.

•ALASTOR POV•

I wave bye the my wife and walk into the kitchen and grab every thing she needed”hey Alastor?” I turn around and see Charlie”yes dear” “um um so what is y/n’s family nice like her” .I laugh “yes dear they are but just like her if you get in there bad side they can be the most scary people you will ever meet trust me do not get in there bad side trust me matter fact I almost didn’t marry her because I made her mom and dad mad”. I say and laugh as I remember that day like it was yesterday back then I was so sad they I might not marry her and I was scared of her parents I still am just a bit.”but don’t worry cuz I did marry her after all after she conceived her parents to give me a second chance but once you get to know them there so lovely and sweet you’ll love them”.I say and walk out of the kitchen and go to sit in the lobby”wait you almost don’t marry her why I wanna know please tell us” Charlie said “yea smiles tell us and also tell us how you score a hottest ass baddie like y/n” angle said as Charlie sat next to him” oh um that’s a story for another day” I say nervously.

•TIMESKIP TO WHEN YO PARENTS GET DER•

•NO ONES POV•

“Ok ok guy der here guys remember say yes mama no mama yes sir no sir only al and husk and me can call them well not dat and please angle tone down the horniness of you can cuz if you flirt with my dad my mom will swing on you no questions asked.” you say to everyone one as Alastor coke and stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist and gives you a kiss on the cheek and smiles at you to which you return. as vaggie opens the door”hi ma hi pa” you say and run to hug your parents and hug them”hi dear” “hey sweetie” they say and hug you back.”aye Alastor how ya been son” your dad says as he walks up and hugs alastor” “I’m doing good sir how have yall been doing” Alastor says as he hugs your dad back.” That’s nice and you better be treating my daughter right or I will kill you and it will be slow and agonizing I might not even kill you right away but cha wish you was” your dad says and he hugs Alastor tighter and his voice gets deeper and his aura is beyond scary. Alastor gulps hard”y-yes sir I have” “good and how many times have I told you call me y/d/n dang boi loosen up every once and a good while son” your dad say say he stops hugging Alastor” ok now introduced us to all your nice friends”

•TIMESKIP TO AFTER THE INTRODUCTIONS(of course angle said some horny shit to your dad you can choose what he said)

“ excuse me boi the fick you say to my husband son I don’t care who you is I will knock yo ass the fuck out nigga” your mom says and and starts to walk to him with her fist up.” “ I fuckjng told yo ass angle” you mouth to him before you go to your mom.” Mom chill this is a good place and-“ before you can finish your mom cuts you off” I don’t give a fuck this could be a funeral and I’d still fuck him up” she says “baby hunny it’s fine I only love you” your dad jumps in and says “but-“ “ma he only loves you angel just can’t help himself it’s fine lest just start to cook dinner aye” you say “ o-ok fine but he better not do dat shit again I will kill his palm tree yoga girl looking ass” your mom says and you and everyone start to laugh.”ok mom let’s go dad you stay here and have fun talkin and checking up wit al and husker” you say and walk to the kitchen “Wait no no I lied you gotta do da chitins”.

Your mom is washing the greens while you’re cutting and washing the hogmals and your dad is washing the chitlins and everybody else is dying to the stench of the chitlins.” So how are you and al doing he treating you right” your mom says while still washing the greens “ yes mom and actually me and al have been um trying fo a kid and um I have a feeling pretty soon you’ll be a grandma” you say happily but then get nervous but then happily again.” WHAT! Really oh my satan what are you pregnant right now” “ no no no no NO bit we have been trying it was Al’s idea he saw how I was with the little cannibal children in cannibal town and some other children and wanted some of his own” you say and smile happily and your mom looks at yo with so much love and happiness for you. “ ok I’m done wit da hogmals I just gotta season dem” you say with a large smile on your face “ actually I’ll season them and all but can you start cookin dem I wanna suprise al with his moms jambalaya” you say excited and happy with a bright smile in your face. “ sure yea I can do dat you really love him don’t you sweetie” “ mo den anythang not even words or actions can prove much I love him”

Authors note:Part 2 will be out shortly I apologize for any miss spelled words of y’all don’t like or can’t understand how da reader and her ma and pa are talkin I’m sorry I can fix dat(hah see wat I did it’s form holes I can fix dat anyways) part two might be smut idk I might make dis into a three parter other den dat hope yall like it request are open if yall wanna request you can request anything within reason love yall enjoy da fic

[ayothatskindofhomoofyou]

my friends and i made this for school and got away with it.. how?

Background: children hatch out of eggs instead of being born because they're born over 6 feet tall unless they are a midget. Nobody is between the heights of 3 ft and 6 ft. They live in London in an alternate universe, hence why the people are so abnormal in height and lay eggs.

Setting: A small apartment in alt. London. 

Barnaby Heffley- 6’3 blue eyes and  short brown hair. He wears a black shirt with a brown leather jacket. Bleached blue jeans with little tears in it.His shoes are Nike Air Monarch 4 (his family descends from the Heffley family) short tempered. 

Chloe Heffley- 6’7 woman(her family descends from a group of massive female warriors who succumbed to laziness long ago. The genes remained) who also has blue eyes and happens to be a ginger. She tends to lose herself to emotions quickly.

Prue/Breya/Clemmie Heffley-  2 feet tall, has blonde hair, and Clemmie is the main body, and ate Prue and Breya in the womb. Their ghosts take over Clemmie’s mind and body sometimes, and the parents have just accepted that. Prue is very kind, Breya is very angry and mean all the time, and Clemmie has a strong southern accent.

Barnaby: [enters bedroom and sees soon to be ex-wife crying] [concerned and annoyed] right.. Whas all dis then?

Chloe: [weakly peeks over her shoulder at her soon to be ex-husband] luv… oi don’t know ‘ow long oi can keep doin dis… Our struggle is gettin to the kids…

Barnaby: I know luv.. I’ve been needing to talk to you about this for a while now.. [looks down in disappointment and pinches the bridge of nose]

Chloe: [stands up shakily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she turns to face him] Barnaby……. Moi teahs ahe as tuhbulen’ as a ragin queen………….. Oi’m afrai’ , so afrai’ that your tempah will get to Prue, Breya and Clemmie.

Barnaby: YOU KNOW IM TRYING TO-… you know im trying to keep myself under control init. It’s bit hahd 

Chloe: WEWLL AT LEASHTTTTTTT OI DON’ LET MOI ANGAH GE’ TO THE FAMIWLY, BAH-NAH-BEE!!! Oi sweah, youw definition uv TROYIN ISN’ ENOUGH! You can’t even satisfoi moi needs anymowe…..

Barnaby: WEWLL AT LEASHHTTTTTTT OI DONT HAVE AFFAIS WIF BLOODY MIDGETS!!

Chloe: [gasps cutely, placing her petite hands over her heart defensively as she begins to sweat] B-BARNABY. HOW COULD YOU ACCUSE ME UV SUCH A FING. 

Clemmie: [knocks on door] mothur plurse let meh een.

Barnaby: speak of the batty boy.

Chloe: [sighs] Clemmie, dahling, we can’t allow you to entah the room roight now. Mummy and Dahddy are havin a little chin-wag.

Breya: NO I WANT TO BE INSIDE NOW >:(     (idkman *Prue and Clemmie take the wheel* i guess lol)

 Prue/Clemmie: Okayyyyyyy

Chloe: All of you! All three of you, out! [swiftly turns to Barnaby, whispering] help me get the kids out. Now. They do NOT need to be brought into our dispute.

Barnaby: Kids! Out! [motions hands towards the door, pushing them out] go, go, go, go. *sigh*

[whispering] I think we need to.. Take a break.. You clearly don’t want to be with me if you had an affair with a MIDGET smh. You need to check yo self befoe you wrek yoself 

Chloe: [sighs, putting her ear to the door, mumbling to herself] good, they’re gone. [turns back to Barnaby] Barnaby, you just don’t treat me right anymore! You can’t satisfy my wants, let alone my needs! Hell, you can hardly provide for the children anymore! That “midget” treats me way better than YOUUUU ever could! He tells me I’m the fairest of the fair! And you? Why, you’re nothing more than a LECHEROUS PIG! You don’t truly LOVE me anymore, do you? 

Baraby: [looks down at the ground] i- … 

Chloe: “I” what, Barnaby. “I” what? Have you nothing to say for yourself? 

Barnaby: I dont. … I dont love you anymore. 

Chloe: [tears up a little, but blinks away the tears, sniffling harshly] That’s all I needed to hear. This has gone on too long. [turns her back to him]

Barnaby: ok.. Who gets the kids? 

Chloe: They are, quite literally, a package deal. They must decide on their own who they want to stay with.

(chainsaw noises in distance, actually right behind the door)

Barnaby: what the actual hewll is that..?

Chloe: [gasps in surprise]

(one foot of the bottom of the door has fallen)

(raggedy 1 foot tall possessed-by-two-ghosts child children trespasses)

Breya: YYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!    TWO BIRTHDAYS!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!

(Clemmie takes over body)

Clemmie: What in tarnation??? Where am I???

(Prue takes the wheel)

Prue: Moemmy, dadday doesnt love you anymore????

Chloe: [the woman was too stunned to speak.]

Barnaby: CLEMMIE!! PULL THROUGH!! THEY’RE TAKING OVER AGAIN!!!

Chloe: YOU’RE STRONG, CLEMMIE!! BE STRONG!! FOR MUMMY!!

Barnaby: Great, now our little tussle is getting to ALL of them! They’re switching up on us like CRAZY!!

Chloe: Oh good heavens. We should have an exorcist sooner. The ghosts of our fallen children have yet to rest peacefully, and now they’re tormenting poor Clemmie!

Clemmie: (autotune southern screaming)

Chloe: Barnaby. We’ll save the paperwork for later. Call GO- nevermind. He’s not enough, contact the queen. We must save Clemmie, but mark my words, Barnaby, we are THROUGH.

Barnaby: ok fine, but we mustn’t waste any tiome.

lmk if you want more of this ;-;

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Requesting Time!

Hey everyone! It has been so long since I lasted post an imagine and I can honestly sa it’s because I have had some major writers block, so I’m here asking for some requests! I go back to the school on Tuesday so I have a few days to get as many requests done as possible!

A new list of characters/things I write for are :

Marvel (Avengers, X-men, Daredevil, Iron Fist, Agents of Shield)

The Flash, Supergirl, Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow

Teen Wolf

Riverdale

The Power Rangers

Alex Summers

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Erik Lensherr

Charles Xavier

Warren Worthington III

Peter Maximoff

Kurt Wagner

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

T’Challa

Pietro Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Julian Albert Wally West

Oliver QUeen

Roy Harper

Tommy Merlin

Ray Palmer

Kara Danvers

Winn Scott

Jimmy Olden

Mon-El

Leonard Snart

Mick Rory

Rip Hunter

Jax

Sara Lance

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Jordan Parrish

Liam Dunbar

Brett Talbot

Derek Hale

Theo Raken

Archi Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

Fang Fogarty

Jason Lee Scott

Zach Taylor

Billy Cranston

Kimberly Hart

Trini Kwan

Peter Kavinsky

Grant Gustin

Sebastian Stan

Chris Even

Anthony Mackie

Tom Holland

Cole Sprouse

KJ Apa

Tyler Posey

Tyler Hoechlin

Dylan O’Brien

Danie Sharman

Cody Christian

Noah Centineo

Dare Montgomery

Ben Hardy

[floral-poisons]

I saw your requests are open!! The one with the boys seeing someone else confess to their crush first made me so sad, I loved it 🥺. Could you perhaps do a Part 2 in which the misunderstanding is cleared out and they get their chance to confess and end up together? Same characters, but if you don’t wanna write for all again just Malleus and Vil are fine ❤️

hi anon!! i'm so happy you liked the angsty request. i'm happy to do a part two for you!! i am running low on energy though so i decided to write for malleus, vil, and cater. i'm happy to do the remaining characters when i'm not so low on battery 🥴

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MALLEUS DRACONIA

solitude. it was the perfect cure to a broken heart. or so he thought. he’s been around. that was what he believed to be the cure for a broken heart. but it probably wasn’t. lilia didn’t approve of malleus spending all of his free time in his room, sulking about you.

he had managed to somehow get himself to p.e. class where he was watching students flying around. including the one student that asked you. but he wouldn’t think about that.

“hey!” you walked over.

“oh. (y/n)...hi...” he shifts around awkwardly.

“it’s been a while since i’ve seen you. where have you been?” you ask. “like it’s been forever. and of course we were supposed to go to the pop concert but you didn’t...show up.”

you remember the disappointment when malleus didn’t show up and the text you got from lilia saying that malleus wasn’t feeling well. something must’ve happened. but what could it have been?

“i’m sorry. i...something came up.”

“awww. well we should go to the next one then!” you smile.

“won’t you be busy?” he asks.

“well why would you assume that?”

“because you have a boyfriend.”

you bursted out laughing causing malleus’s cheeks to go red. he didn’t know what was funny. “what’s so funny?”

“boyfriend? since when?” you laugh. “i mean there was that weird dude at the concert who asked me to go out with him and said i was ‘interesting’ for a human.” you make quotation marks with your fingers. “but i wasn’t having it. he’s not the guy i like.”

“you...you rejected him?” malleus asks.

“yes. you saw that happen?” you furrow your brows.

“i...i did. i had...” he had to confess now. “i had plans...to confess to you. i wanted to confess to you because i like you. but i thought you would have gone with the guy who...asked you out then.” malleus purses his lips.

“wow...i see.” you chuckled. “i would never. besides, i like someone else. and that someone else is you.”

“oh...” his face went red. “i see i had nothing else to worry about. so...will you go out with me?” he smiles.

“of course!”

CATER DIAMOND

you were disappointed to see that cater had gotten held up with the roses and painting them. he had texted you to not worry and go to the movie on your own. it wasn’t the same without him though.

you didn’t really see cater much afterwards. it was weird. he had a lot of excuses lined up though. considering riddle, it wasn’t surprising to believe that cater would be held up doing work for the prefect of heartslabyul.

cater was trying his hardest to avoid you. he didn’t wanna think about the fact that you had been asked out. someone had beaten to confessing to you before him. an octavinelle student of all students too! he’d expect it to be done by a diasomnia student considering the fae were just...the students were just assholes and always seemed to inconvenience them at the wrong time.

he could feel his motivation to leave his bed leave his body every single day. until it took trey coming in to drag him out of bed.

“everyone’s worried about you!” trey strained his arms as he was trying to pull cater out of the bed.

“no!” he was gripping so hard on the head board.

“you haven’t updated in a while! everyone’s worried! including (y/n)!”

cater let go and trey almost fell over. “what?”

“yeah. (y/n)’s out in the lounge right now! waiting for you!” trey wiped the sweat off his forehead.

cater lifted his head up before groaning. “alright, alright. i look like a mess though.”

he shuffled his way to the lounge, still in his pajamas and with a blanket wrapped around his body. his hair had been combed but it still looked like a mess. there were bags under his eyes and he didn’t bother with makeup. “(y/n)...”

“cater!” you exclaim, making room for him on the love seat. he sits down next to you and he looks...like a mess. “are you okay? i haven’t seen you in like three weeks!”

“it’s actually been more like seven...” cater mutters.

“what?”

“nothing. i’ve been fine.” he smiles albeit it’s strained. “but thanks for checking up. hope you had a nice date at the rom com-” he goes to stand up but you grab his hand.

“what are you talking about?” you furrow your brows.

“the rom com...the date. there was another dude who asked you to go with him and confessed that he liked you.” it started coming out. cater couldn’t help it. “and the thing is i was planning on confessing to you after the movie and hoping we’d start dating. but that octavinelle student beat me to it. and i was thinking i’m an idiot for thinking you’d go out with me and so i ran away and used the roses as an excuse. but also riddle would’ve definitely had a fit if i didn’t fix it. and so i’ve been avoiding you because you probably said yes to that octavinelle student-”

“i didn’t.”

“what?” cater blinked.

“i didn’t say yes to the guy. he just came up to me! besides i wanted to see the movie with you and no one else.” you frowned. “i...i also like you.”

cater licked his lips. “what?”

“i also like you. and i wanted to see that movie with you! and just you! because it would be romantic and just us and give us the privacy where i could confess.”

his cheeks turn red. “oh...i...i see...”

“do you wanna go out with me cater diamond?” you ask. “i think you need to get out of your room...”

“yeah i know. my followers probably think i died.” he smiles. “but i would love to go out with you.”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

nothing changed for vil. except for the fact that his skin was drier than normal because of his tears (which rook noticed though this time, the vice prefect didn’t say anything). he was just sulking in private.

you joined vil at the lunch table and he was picking at his food. “hey vil!” you smile.

“hm? oh. (y/n)...” he mutters before smiling. “the weather outside is rather nice, isn’t it?”

you raise an eyebrow. that’s weird. vil never talked about the weather really. “i mean yeah it is. is there something wrong? are you okay? you’ve been acting weird.”

“weird? never. acting is my specialty dear (y/n). you can even argue that i’m always acting.” he takes a sip of water.

“yeah okay. how was your weekend? good i presume?”

“it was fine. what about you? had a good date?” it slipped out before he could stop it.

“date? where’d you hear that?” you almost spat out your drink.

“ummm...around. people were talking about it.” lies. vil didn’t really leave his room all weekend. and when he did, he was by himself. he needed alone time to roam about town (and he even decided to go get coffee with neige which was...not that bad actually).

“i didn’t go on a date.” you laugh.

“you...you didn’t?” vil’s eyes widen a bit.

“no. it was so weird too. guys just have the audacity and the boldness.” you put a piece of food in your mouth. “he asked me out and confessed to me in front of all these people. and it was just weird you know. besides...” your cheeks go hot and you avert your gaze. “i...i like someone else.”

vil’s stomach dropped. “you...you do? like someone else?”

“yeah. he’s beautiful. and he’s kind but in his own way. and he’s so funny!! he’s hilarious. i love it when he’s funny! and...he’s just so amazing. every time i see him it’s like the stars align.”

he only blinked. you could mean a ton of people. rook for example. epel.

“oh and of course his favorite lip color is always peach with a slight tint of red.”

vil almost choked on his food hearing that and his face went completely red. he lost his composure right then and there. “i like you (y/n)! and i...i was going to tell you but i saw that guy from savanaclaw confess first and i ran. like a coward.” his shoulders completely slumped. word vomit. how humiliating. it wasn’t the refined speech he had prepared for you.

you looked at him with wide eyes. “vil...”

“i thought you wouldn’t reciprocate after that. you said you preferred athletes over...pretty boys. as if pretty boys can’t be athletes but that’s besides the point-”

“vil!”

he looked at you. his face was like a tomato. “i like you. that’s literally what i just told you.”

“i know...i guess it’s hard to believe?” he covers his face with his hands. thank the great seven he wore light makeup today.

you remove his hands from his face. there’s a smile on yours. “no it isn’t. but i would love to go on a date with you.”

he could only blink before a smile formed on his face. he was so in love.

“how about dinner?”

[woniehugs]

hii there :) can i req reaction where the boys accidentally pinned their crush to the ground? like they fell on top of them hahaha hope ure doing well :)💓

your wish is granted, anon. ♡

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ enhypen reaction! -> pinning their crush to the ground ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙ hey lovelys! this request has been in my inbox for a while now and i was supposed to write this like way long ago but didn’t have time even though i could write something short for this. i also didn’t really feel like it so now that i’ve gained the motivation, i’m happy to say, here is your request, anon. one last thing, this is more of like them just crashing to you and falling on the ground but you can also take it as how they would react if they had a crush on you :) and to the anon once again, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient! <3

—✧ pairing: enhypen member x member’s crush! reader

—✧ genre: lots and lots of fluff

—✧ words: 2,028

—✧ tagging: @youreverydayzebra @witheeseung @w3bqrl (permanent taglist is currently open, send a dm if you want to be added!)

—✧ a/n: this does not actually portray the boys in real life. this is a work of fiction so these are just my thoughts and opinions on how they would react, basing from their personalities but that doesn’t mean they’re necessarily true. don’t take any of this seriously and just take it to heart, thank you <3

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˗ˏˋ lee heeseung ´ˎ˗

➮ his doe eyes would be as big as saucers when he notices how close the distance between both of your faces are.

➮ but it would take him like 5 seconds to realize this and just spends that time duration to stare at your face before eventually standing up in a blink of an eye.

➮ he offered you his hand for you to take and stand up in which you gladly took, and you were taken back when he suddenly apologized.

➮ “i’m so so sorry, y.n. i-i didn’t mean for that to happen. i was in a hurry and you were in the way, i wasn’t looking and i didn’t want to be a bother but then that happened and i’ve never been that close with a girl befo-“

➮ his apology was cut off by a giggle that had slipped from your lips and his eyes widen again, in fear that he had made you uncomfortable with his words.

➮ that fear was gone just as it had passed when he sees the way your face light up when you laughed. he didn’t realize he was staring for too long until you stopped, making him quickly avert your gaze.

➮ after you told him that he didn’t need to apologize, you excused yourself out of the scenario, feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened.

➮ heeseung was still left stunned by the scenario, mentally scolding himself not to let that happen again and watch where he was going next time.

➮ poor boy was scared that he might’ve accidentally scarred you even though he didn’t :((

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˗ˏˋ park jongseong ´ˎ˗

➮ his perfume was the first thing you could point out with your senses before realizing that this man was literally right on top of you.

➮ he would take a few seconds to lift himself off of you and look up through his lashes to see who he had accidentally ‘bumped’ into.

➮ seeing that it’s you, he would let out a sound you didn’t even know he can make and immediately push himself off of you. 😭

➮ when he realizes you had witnessed his reaction, his face turns a light shade of pink, shaking his head and pretending he did not just act like that in front of you, and would then act all tough because that’s what almost everyone perceives him as.

➮ jay’s a gentleman so he would stand up and offer you a hand, saying “sorry for running into you, y/n.” with an apologetic smile on his face.

➮ once you took his hand in yours, you swore you felt him shift a little but you didn’t mind, lifting yourself off the ground and brushing out any dirt that got on you and your clothes.

➮ of course, you told him that it was okay and you didn’t get hurt anywhere maybe except for the fact that his perfume was strong when it passed through your nostrils, that must’ve hurt but no one can deny he smelled good.

➮ “do you want me to buy you a new pair of clothes as an apology?”

➮ you raise an eyebrow at this but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to take up on his offer.

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˗ˏˋ shim jaeyun ´ˎ˗

➮ would stutter out so many apologies as soon as he crashes into you and the both of you are on the ground, you not being able to mutter out a word because of the shock.

➮ “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking! i didn’t mean to-“

➮ “j-jake! i can’t breathe, lift yourself off of me first!”

➮ he would burst into a fit of giggles at your words *sobbing* and hoist himself above you with both of his hands, pinning you under him.

➮ the two of you get lost in each others’ eyes for a moment, the distance not even a measurement apart.

➮ jake’s cheeks start to turn pink at your closeness and so does yours, you notice a mischievous smile form on his face.

➮ “so you’re not going to tell me to get away? am i this handsome up this close, y/n?”

➮ you try utter out a response but to no avail, no words were forming and you feel embarassed when you couldn’t think of a quick comeback to his question.

➮ he laughs at your reaction and would teasingly taunt you by inching even closer that made you shriek in his face resulting to him finally getting himself off of you.

➮ you stand up and let out a laugh when you see him still on the ground, genuinely shock at whatever just happened.

➮ “you scream like a madwoman! you could’ve just told me to get off, jeez.”

➮ neither of you brought up the scenario again, brushing it off and convincing yourselves that it was gonna happen at some point, knowing how clumsy the both of you can get.

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˗ˏˋ park sunghoon ´ˎ˗

➮ he would not think twice to get up on his feet when he sees your shocked face in a close distance at what just happened though you were kinda disappointed because you wanted to admire his handsome face more.

➮ “i wasn’t looking, i’m sorry. did i make you uncomfortable, y/n?”

➮ like any other gentleman, he offers his hand for you take to help you stand up. of course, you took it. like who isn’t gonna take a chance to hold sunghoon’s hand?

➮ “n-no, i’m okay. sorry about that as well, it’s no biggie.” you stutter in reply because sunghoon is indeed the prettiest boy, his visuals are out of this world istg.

➮ sunghoon grows shy and suddenly runs a hand through his hair to try to get rid of the awkwardness he was feeling and you found it attractive obviously.

➮ you try to sneak in a few glances here and there just to admire his handsome looks in which sunghoon caught onto every single time you did.

➮ and when you sneak in a stare one last time, you see him looking back at you and you immediately look away.

➮ now it’s just you two standing there awkwardly ffs.

➮ the two of you excused yourselves, eager to escape from the embarassment and just run away lmao.

➮ as for sunghoon, he can’t seem to get the scenario that happened out of his mind, his neck can be seen with a few spots of red, a reaction to what had just happened moments ago. ;)

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˗ˏˋ kim sunoo ´ˎ˗

➮ giggles when he sees you so close to him and flashes you a big smile on his face 😭😭😭

➮ “y/n, you look weird this close.” i just know he’ll say something like that and then just giggle once again.

➮ you’d act like you were mad at him but you can’t bring yourself to do so because he’s just so cute and precious.

➮ his cheeks flush when he realizes the current situation the both of you were in, you caught onto this and ask him if he’s ‘feeling alright’.

➮ he backs away a little bit and nods shyly, lifting his figure off of you and stands up. he doesn’t want you to see right through him, just how much of an effect you had on him.

➮ you take his hand that he offered for you to take as he lifts you from the cold tiles.

➮ “are you okay? i didn’t crash into you that hard, right?”

➮ nodding, you send him a reassuring smile to tell you that you were really alright.

➮ would rub the back of his neck and smile back at you AAAHGFHSJAKSNDB

➮ once the embarassment is out, he would go back to being his fun and smiley self and hug you, showering you with his love and being genuinely sorry that happened.

➮ you’d be confused but grateful nonetheless that he was no longer worried but still caring for you.

➮ “mint choco ice cream seems like the best solution right now. i’ll buy you some, hm? my treat! you don’t need to worry at all!”

➮ his enthusiastic self couldn’t let you say no so you went along even if you weren’t that big of a fan for mint choco.

➮ at times, sunoo would accidentally recall this incident and smile at the thought. he’ll then pinch himself for feeling giddy over this. cute

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˗ˏˋ yang jungwon ´ˎ˗

➮ shy babie 🥺 he would be quick to ask if you’re alright despite him feeling awkward. the distance between the two of you does not help with his fast beating heart.

➮ “are you hurt? did i hit you somewhere? i’m sorry, y/n, it was my mistake.”

➮ “jungwon, it’s alright. i’m okay. not hurting anywhere, though my back’s kind of in pain but overall, i’m fine.”

➮ you can see his dimples poking out from his cheeks, he was trying hard to surpress a smile (pls he’s so cute) to ease out the tension a bit.

➮ he takes a few seconds to look at your face before standing up and puts out his hand for you take.

➮ “are you sure? you don’t need to go to the nurse’s office?”

➮ it takes a while for you to convince him that you were completely fine. it’s okay though, you could understand that he was genuinely worried :’’’)

➮ after a moment of silence, you notice him blushing.

➮ “your face is all pink. are you sure you’re not the one who needs to go to the nurse’s office?”

➮ jungwon’s eyes widen and tries to laugh your words off, denying what you said and saying that the room was just hot.

➮ the feeling of embarassment consumed him whole once he realized he had you pinned on the ground moments ago okay, he’s just shy. 😭

➮ he asks once again if you’re really okay and you reassure him one last time that you really are.

➮ seems like the type to offer you to pin him to the ground as well as payback or something that you can do to him so that he’d feel better that you two went through that pretty awkward situation.

➮ it ends up with you asking him to buy you food and he obliges because wonie’s soft for you <3

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˗ˏˋ nishimura riki ´ˎ˗

➮ one thing for sure, i know he’d laugh so hard once the both of you are on the ground but that’s because he hasn’t seen that it was you yet.

➮ as soon as he realizes that it’s none other than his beloved crush, his eyes would widen and push himself off of you, just like jay.

➮ grows shy all of a sudden and you notice this right away, asking him if he’s alright even though he was supposed to be the one asking you that.

➮ he answers right away that he’s fine and tries to hide the fact that he’s flustered because of what happened. the image of your face underneath him earlier not leaving his mind because he’s whipped.

➮ you snap him out of his daze and he rushes to helping you stand up because he’s ashamed he zoned out for a bit and didn’t even try to help you afterwards.

➮ apologizes 927392 times only for you to tell him that it’s alright and it’s nothing to worry about.

➮ “i’m literally so much taller than you, are you sure i didn’t hit you anywhere where it could’ve hurt?”

➮ his way of showing his concern actually surprised you because he’s not usually like that. he’s always laughing everything off and making jokes so niki doing something like this, especially towards you of all people, never crossed your mind.

➮ you were sure if it were any other person like one of his friends, he would laugh this off. since it was you, ofc he cared :((

➮ after a while, he’d excuse himself first before you could and try to act like he wasn’t trying to run away from you but in reality, he really was because he felt embarassed.

➮ would be the type to share to his friends about what happened and rant to them on how much of a mess he was and that he should’ve been more careful.

➮ the next time he sees you, he’ll act like nothing happened and continue to tease you like he always does to hide the fact that he liked you.

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Part Fifteen. “eyes eyes eyes.”

word count: 5.9k (not including pictures) warnings: swearing

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A/N: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you know? anyway uh....... hope you like this... a lot is kinda going on in this part... but more details will come in the next chapter don’t worry i’m not scamming you 

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"I can't believe you," Dream scoffed from the other side of the phone, which was displaying only his eyes and up as Y/n's phone laid face up towards her ceiling. She didn't mind; he had pretty eyes and his blond hair poked out wildly beneath his hoodie and it was enough to make her only half focus on their conversation about her newest Minecraft build.

Y/n smiled as she glanced back at her phone to see him squinting at his screen in confusion even though there was no face on the other side, then looked back at her monitor. Neither of them were streaming but were bored so they decided to wander around on the SMP, continuing their all-day FaceTime call instead of transferring to Discord. They were on their fifth hour of FaceTiming at this point. Y/n had suggested multiple times switching to voice call instead since she wasn't showing her face, hoping he would say no so she could see him still, and each time he denied it because he claimed it felt more real when he could see her ceiling. Whatever that meant.

"I don't know what to tell you, bud. I'm just playing the game."

"But..." he pouted, she could tell by his voice... and by the eyes that were still glued to the call. "How are you so good?"

"Magic."

"I knew it."

She giggled and looked back to Minecraft, where she was looking at the massive hideout Sam had helped her build, complete with secret doors and tunnels and a whole lot of redstone. "Sam did most of it."

"Bullshit. Look at that," he said as he looked away from the phone and his green avatar punched the side of the build. "That has 'Bug' written all over it. You did that."

"Okay, I did do that part, but the cool parts like the secret doors and stuff are all Sam."

"Stop downplaying your skills. It looks good, Bug." His voice was clear and genuine and sent chills down her spine. For someone who want physically affectionate, she really wanted to give him a big hug. And... well... other things.

"Thanks, Dream," she whispered.

"You're welcome," he whispered back childishly.

"What in the..." Y/n said as she turned and saw a familiar Minecraft character with a white and red shirt in the distance. She pressed the zoom hotkey and stared at him as he filled her screen. "What is he doing?"

"Oh, speaking of Tommy," Dream started, clearing his throat as his avatar ran back and forth between the door of her hideout and a tree about ten blocks from it. "Um, I had an idea about, uh, the lake thing? The New Years' trip?"

"What's up?" she asked, turning to face him as she listened.

"Well, it's only about three weeks away and I was thinking—"

Dream was cut off as Tommy ran over to hit him with an axe a couple of times before running away.

"What the hell?" Dream grumbled as they watched Tommy sprint and jump in the direction he came from. The young boy paused when he realized neither of them were following, just looking in his direction.

<TommyInnit> did I scare you guys <TommyInnit> I did, didn't I <TommyInnit> I am very good at scaring people

Y/n laughed and typed her reply

<BugsyGames> not one single bone in my body was scared, tommyinnit <BugsyGames> try harder next time ig :/ <TommyInnit> JOIN VC RIGHT NOW <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC

"Oh my gosh, he's so annoying," Dream mumbled with a small laugh but made no effort to do as the younger told.

<BugsyGames> idk if i really wanna HEAR you curse me out bc you already have over text multiple times <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC

"Are you gonna join?" she asked, opening Discord on her other monitor.

"Hell no," Dream scoffed before his voice turned worrisome. "Are you?"

"Yeah, he's entertaining," she said. "And he won't leave us alone until one of us pays attention to him."

"Oh, you wanna be left alone with me, Bug?" he teased and she couldn't help but smile widely in embarrassment.

"Whatever you want to think I said, Dream." Y/n laughed, making Dream pout.

"Buuugg... just say you love me already," he whined jokingly.

Since she couldn't ignore the overwhelming butterflies in her stomach, she ignored him and opened Discord and looked at the voice channel Tommy was in. "Oh, Tubbo and Ranboo are there too, so it's worth getting cursed out," she told Dream before sliding on her headphones and joining. She moved one side off of her ear so she could still hear Dream over FaceTime if he spoke to her, seeing as he wasn't going to join the Discord call.

"Hi—"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" Tommy started yelling quickly. "I'M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT A GIRL, I HAVE FOUGHT MANY WOMEN AND HAVE WON EVERY TIME."

"Uh... geesh Tommy, no hello?" Y/n asked. "Why do you get in so many fights with women?"

"They question my manliness."

"Hm. Maybe work on making it less questionable?"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"What is... happening?" Ranboo asked.

"I don't really know. Tommy came over and punched Dream and then made me join vc so he could yell at me, I guess."

"Oh, that's where he went!" Tubbo said. "I had no idea, he just disappeared."

"I HAD TO GO HIT DREAM BECAUSE HE'S TALKING TO A FEMALE AND I WANTED HIM TO LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF HER."

"What is he saying to you?" Dream asked from the phone on the desk. "He's yelling at you?"

"No, it's just Tommy being Tommy."

"W-What?" Tommy asked.

"I was talking to Dream," she explained.

"I can get on and tell him to stop if you need me to," Dream offered before his keyboard started clicking. "Should I? Do you want me to?"

"No, Dream, it's okay. I'll just fight him."

"YOU'RE WITH HIM??" Tommy accused.

"No! We're on FaceTime."

"YOU'RE FACETIMING HIM?"

"Yup," she stated before quickly changing the subject since Tommy and Ranboo were both streaming. "What are my sons up to?"

"We're just trident-ing around talking about whether or not my or Tommy's accent is worse," Tubbo said. "He says 'grass' weird."

"Tommy's," Y/n voted, wanting to piss off the youngest more. "You have the voice of an angel, Tub."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Bugsy and Dream are FaceTiming right now?" Tommy asked in a calmer, more mumbled but still frantic voice. "Cause, I mean, I just think it's a bit strange is all but if we're just going to breeze past it, I mean... you know? The two faceless Minecrafters are staring into each other's eyes while we all talk on Discord like nothing is happening."

"We aren't 'staring into each other's eyes'," Y/n corrected.

She paused when Dream giggled and said, "I bet you're staring into mine, Bug." She glanced down to see his full face beaming up at her with a playful smile. He had propped his phone up on his monitor so she could see where his elbows met his desk all the way to the top of his fluffy hair. Her cheeks and neck burned hot as she looked at the boy cuddled up in his hoodie once again. He folded his arms on his desk and placed his chin on his forearms, looking impossibly cuter as he stared at the camera. "There's no way for me to know you aren't."

"Shut up, Dream," she mumbled before speaking to the others again. "We're not even showing our faces," she lied. "Dream sorta is but not really."

"No need to lie to everyone," Dream said, still smiling, sitting up from his position. "This is my entire face. What, you don't want people to know you get to see me whenever you want? You have VIP access, baby, the people should know."

An abrupt laugh escaped her lips at the nickname. "Can you guys hear Dream?" Y/n asked the boys in the voice channel nervously.

"No, why? Is he telling you dirty things?" Tommy laughed evilly.

"Nope. Just wondering." Her face was on fire. She hit Dream's character in-game and watched him focus back on his computer with a goofy smile. He returned the favor by hitting her character back once even though she was continually dealing damage until he had half a and begged her to stop.

"He's probably flirting with her like he does when we're on call but, like, worse because no one else can hear him," Tubbo proposed before all three of the young boys gagged and yelled over each other.

"GROSS!!" Tommy shouted.

"Ew!! Mom, is there a dude flirting with you? That's disgusting," Ranboo gagged.

"I cannot stand you guys," Y/n laughed, making her voice as confident as possible so they couldn't detect her lies. "That's not what's happening."

"Do my words mean nothing, Bug?"

"Dude," she mumbled to Dream again. "I wish you could see how hard I'm glaring at you right now." He laughed in response.

A knock on Y/n's door snapped her out of her conversation and she quickly muted on Discord. "Come in!"

Naomi poked her head in and quickly put her hand up. "Oh, sorry!" she whisper-shouted. "I didn't know you were streaming."

Y/n shook her head and smiled. "I'm not. What's up?"

"TUBBO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Tommy screamed, making Y/n deafen also.

Naomi stood taller and dropped her hand to her side. "I'm just bored and want to do something."

"I do too, actually," Y/n admitted.

"You're bored?" Dream scoffed. "Bug, I'm offended!"

Y/n smiled widely and turned back to her phone to see the blond boy frowning. "I've talked to you all day. Can I not go hang out with my roommate?"

"No! Tell her to fuck off."

"Dream! She's literally right here, she can hear you!" Y/n covered her phone screen with her hand to hide Dream's face as Naomi walked closer, laughing.

"Naomi?" Dream asked.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off."

Naomi laughed as Y/n gasped. "DREAM!" Y/n grabbed her phone and held it up to show one eye in the corner of the screen so he could see her glaring, but he wasn't looking.

"I'm just kidddinnnggg... obviouslyyy..." he dragged out. "Unless you do steal Bug away from me, in which case I'm not kidding."

Naomi was silent with her hand over her mouth, not wanting to freak out and make Y/n back out before Dream could see her eye. It was a small thing, but a huge deal.

The silence caused Dream to look down and his jaw dropped. "B-Bug!!"

"You see this?? I'm glaring at you. How dare you talk to Naomi that way," Y/n reprimanded teasingly, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.

"WHAT? Is this how you felt when I showed my face just to prove a point?"

"Probably."

"You're doing the exact thing I did! You're just proving a point!"

"Yeah, but I'm not showing my whole face like you did, idiot. Just enough so you can see the glare."

"Oh my gosh. Okay, yeah, I see you glaring, stop glaring!" he giggled and Y/n's camera went back to only showing her ceiling as she smiled. "I'm sorry, Naomi!"

"You can't just joke like that to someone you hardly know," Y/n scolded as Naomi continued laughing. She knew Naomi had that kind of sense of humor, but Dream didn't.

"Who said I'm joking?" he asked.

"Oh, shut up. I can't stand you."

"I'm kidding! I'm sorry, Naomi. I was just kidding."

"I know," she reassured. "It's all good, don't worry. I know you love your Bug too much to hurt her friends."

Y/n saw Dream quickly pull his phone away from his face after he smiled shyly, and she liked to imagine that he was blushing at Naomi's accusation.

"Yeah, I guess she's nice to have around," he mumbled.

<Ranboo> bugsy? you still there?

"Wait, both of you quiet for a second," she told Dream and Naomi before unmuting and undeafening on Discord. "Yeah, sorry, what's up? I was defended and muted."

"You were so cryptically silent, it was a little scary."

"Sorry, my roommate is talking to me. I'm gonna head off, actually."

"Aw, but we hardly got to play with you!" Tubbo pouted.

"We'll play soon! I promise! But not you, Tommy. I don't like you."

"I DON'T LIKE YOU FIRST, YOU EVIL WOMAN."

"Bye, Tommy."

"Bye, Bugsy," he grumbled.

"Goodbye, mother," Ranboo said as Tubbo laughed out a, "Goodbye mom," making Y/n's heart shed a proud tear.

"Goodbye, my sons. Be good. Be safe."

"Bye!!"

She left the Discord and then left Minecraft. "Okay, sorry, continue," she promoted Naomi.

"I think it's so cute how you talk to Tubbo and Ranboo," Dream cut in. "It's adorable."

"It is," Naomi agreed. "Tommy, too. I know you pretend to hate him but we can tell you want him to be your son too."

"Never," she murmured, making both of them laugh. She slid off her headphones and grabbed her phone, careful to keep it pointed away from her face as she walked to her closet.

"Anyway, I just wanna do something. It's really nice out today, do you want to go to the park or ride bikes or something?"

"Yeah, sure." She ripped a hoodie off the hanger with one hand, making the hanger ricochet and clank against the closet ceiling.  

"Yeah, sounds fun," Dream agreed from between them.

Y/n laughed. "Sorry, bud, not you."

A deep frown etched onto Dream's face and Y/n laughed. "What are you going to do there that I can't join? You can just prop me up on a tree and sit next to the phone."

"If we ride bikes, I can't hold you. And if we go to the park we usually skate. Besides, we want to talk about how much we hate you anyway so we don't want you there."

"Bug!" he pouted. Dream paused before saying, "Can you give the phone to Naomi real quick?"

Y/n hesitated but handed the phone to her friend. She used her free hands to slip on the hoodie before tuning back into the conversation.

"You don't have to show me your face but I want you to look into my eyes and promise me something, Naomi," he said.

Naomi held the phone up to her face anyway and Y/n could see both of them looking at each other. "What's up?"

"Promise me you won't let Y/n fall and scrape her knee or something," he requested and Naomi laughed.

"I promise not to let your Bug get hurt." That was the second time Naomi referred to her as 'his Bug' and she was not opposed to the sound of it.

"Thank you very much."

"Great," Naomi said before her voice turned teasing. "Now that that's settled, Y/n, you're right he is cute!"

Naomi was a pot-stirrer. Always was, always would be. She knew what to say to make tension rise in the room whether it was between people who hated each other or people who secretly liked each other. Or whatever Dream and Y/n were.

While Y/n's face grew warm, Dream laughed.

"Hey, you're pretty cute too, Naomi. Should I tell George or does he already know?" Dream fired back, trying to embarrass her as much as she embarrassed Y/n.

Naomi's evil smile fell before a confident one took its place with a raise of her eyebrow. "Oh, he knows."

Y/n laughed abruptly and grabbed the phone back from her friend. "Okay, I'm hanging up now." Before I lose self-control and show you my whole face right here, right now, she thought to herself.

"Boooo," Dream whined. "Will you call me back later? Please?"

"Maybe," she teased. "Depends on if I'm clumsy enough to fall and break everything like you think I will."

"I don't think that. I just want you to be safe."

He needed to stop being so sweet. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm a pro."

"I believe it. Still, though."

"I'll be safe. I promise."

"Also, Bug, um..." he paused shyly. "You have really pretty eyes. Just... thought I'd tell you."

Heat rose to her face again and the look on Naomi's face said she could tell.

"Thanks, Dream."

Naomi nodded her head towards her Y/n's door. "I'll be in my room," she whispered and Y/n nodded.

"Sorry," Y/n said to Dream with a short laugh. "I don't know why I did that."

"It's okay," he reassured. "I appreciate it. I know it was just a small part of your face but it still means a lot to me that you showed me because I know you haven't shown anyone."

"I want to," she blurted out. "I really, really do."

"Want to what?"

"Show people my face." She squeezed her eyes shut and walked to her bed, setting the phone face up towards the ceiling. "Specifically you."

He paused. "Then... why don't you? I'm not pressuring you, I just don't understand. If you want to, then what's stopping you?"

"It's not that simple, Dream," she responded softly. "I'm scared."

Dream was silent for a few moments. "That's kinda what I wanted to talk about earlier before Tommy came in."

"Really?" she perked up. What was he going to say? That she seemed too scared so he didn't what her to go on the trip?

"Yeah, uh, I know you're nervous about meeting everyone and Sapnap and I were talking and– well, okay, so I assume you, Karl, and Naomi are going to go to Georgia together?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, so, yeah, what if– only if you want, obviously, but, you guys could come down to Florida and hang out with us for a few days and then, like, the five of us could go up to Georgia together? That way you meet two people first instead of everyone at once. So, like, since you haven't shown anyone, it'll be like dipping your toe in the water and if you meet Sapnap and I and absolutely hate it you can go back home before meeting everyone else." He finally concluded his proposition and Y/n's heart was so warmed. He was so sweet it was killing her.

"I'll still pay for all the travel stuff for you guys to fly down here," he added with a shy mumble at her silence, "and it's only a four and a half hour drive from here so Sapnap and I were just going to drive up and we could just rent a bigger car to fit comfortably. But obviously you can say no. Just a thought we had."

"Dream," Y/n started softly, her voice coming out way more fondly than she intended but she did nothing to fix it.

"Yeah?"

"You're the sweetest damn person I've ever met in my entire life."

"I just want you to be comfortable," he said softly.

"I think..." she paused. "I think that would be fun. I'd like that. I'll see what Naomi and Karl think."

His voice perked up slightly. "Really? Awesome. You guys can come down whenever. We're going to leave on the 26th to get there that night but whenever you guys want to come, you can. You could even spend Christmas with us if you want to come a few days earlier. Might be hard to find tickets this late since it's the holidays but I can see what I can find."

"That would be cool! The three of us were just going to hang out together so we don't really have plans for Christmas. I'll ask them but I think they'll like that too."

"Cool," he breathed. "If you want to say no later, you can."

"I don't want to say no, Dream."

He paused and his next word had his smile laced clearly through them. "Okay."

"Thank you–thank you for thinking of me," Y/n fumbled out. "It means a lot to me."

"Eh, it might be a little selfish of me, too. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can."

She beamed and bit her lip to not laugh with pure joy. "I'm probably selfish too because I'm going to make Karl and Naomi agree even if they don't want to go."

"I have no problem if you need to use physical force," he joked.

Y/n laughed and shook her head. "I should go save Naomi from her boredom."

"Okaaayyy..." he sighed. "If you must. Thanks for talking with me today."

"I had fun! I'm surprised you didn't bore me to death," she teased and he scoffed.

"Well apparently I did since you're ditching me!"

"Nooo, you could never bore me."

"Hmm... sure."

"Dream," Y/n dragged out and he laughed. "You're so clingy."

"Ugh, I know," he joked. "It's almost like I like you or something."

Y/n froze before mentally scolding herself. He was obviously joking, but it still made her heart skip some beats.

"Almost," she mumbled. "Alright, I'm going to go. I'll call you later if you're free and want to hang out on call more or something."

"Yeah, I'd like that," he said. "Have fun with Naomi! And don't get hurt."

She laughed. "I won't get hurt. Bye, Dream."

"Bye bye, Bug."

Y/n finally hung up and threw her phone on her bed with a small external scream. Naomi came back into the room a few moments later with a smirk on her face and leaned against the doorframe. "Done with the call?"

"Naomi..." she said dreamily. "He's... too freaking cute."

Naomi laughed. "Come on, lover girl, you can tell me all about it while we go outside. Bikes or skating?"

"I haven't gone biking in a while, let's do that."

"Perfect, I found a new trail recently I've wanted to try out," Naomi said as she grabbed her keys off the front table. "Let's go."

"OH, and then," Y/n recounted her story with Dream in detail (per Naomi's request) and she swerved on her bike a little in excitement."Then he said, 'it's almost like I like you or something'! What does that mean??"

Naomi laughed brightly and looked over her shoulder at Y/n. "Maybe it means that he likes you."

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Don't get my hopes up."

"I mean it, Y/n. I know you think it's not possible, but just think about it. Do you really think you didn't like him until you saw him?"

Y/n looked up into the treetops that provided shade on their trail. She dreaded that question. She had thought about it so many times, tossing and turning countless nights asking herself the same question over and over. When did she start liking Dream? She had always had interest in him but when did her starstruck admiration and wanting to be his friend turn into wanting to hold his hand and kiss him good morning? When did that change happen? Could it have happened before she knew what he looked like? It would go against so much that she believed, so much she had been told, but... maybe it was true?

"I don't know," Y/n admitted softly. "I really don't know."

Naomi's heart broke for her friend, knowing her internal battle was killing her slowly. "Hey," Naomi said in a lighter tone than she felt. "It'll all work out. I promise."

"What if it doesn't? What if he really doesn't like me and won't ever like me?"

Naomi shrugged. "Then... then he missed out and someone better will eventually come along."

Y/n nodded, wanting to talk about something a little happier. "So... I showed him my eye."

"You did," Naomi said cautiously. "I wasn't going to bring it up, but, damn dude. How do you feel?"

"Good. Great. I know it's small and insignificant but it doesn't feel that way."

"I don't think it's insignificant. It definitely shows you trust him a lot."

"He said I have pretty eyes," Y/n whispered excitedly, making Naomi laugh.

"You do! You really do."

"Speaking of thinking things are pretty, George knows?? What does that mean? Have you guys video called or what? I've been so stuck in my pity party that I have no idea what's going on with that!"

Naomi turned pink but her confident smile never faded. She slowed down and Y/n followed suit, both taking drinks from their water. "Can we sit for a minute?" Naomi asked as she nodded towards a large tree trunk. Y/n nodded and they sat down together, bikes haphazardly thrown to the side of the trail.

"So?"

"So," Naomi started. "George."

"George," Y/n prompted. "What's going on?"

"I like him a lot. And... he told me he likes me."

Y/n raised her eyebrows and beamed at her friend. "Really? Naomi, that's great! That's so awesome, I'm so happy for you!"

Naomi let out a small squeal before blushing. "I know. We're both a little worried because of long-distance but we decided to not think about it until after the trip. Then we'll work out how often we want to see each other and stuff."

"Wait, so, are you guys, like, dating?"

Naomi hummed. "No? But I have joked about how I'm going to kiss him as soon as I see him and it always makes him turn bright red and he just laughs and is like, 'you're an idiot', so that's a good sign."

Y/n laughed. "Yeah, sounds like George."

"Sorry I haven't told you sooner. I just feel like since you're so confused about everything with Dream that it would be like I'm bragging or something? And I didn't want to make you sad that I'm talking to this boy so much and—"

"Naomi," Y/n smiled and grabbed her arm. "It's okay. I'm not upset by it. I'm so so happy for you, really."

Naomi let out a breath of relief. "Thanks, Y/n. You're a really good friend."

"You make it easy to be a good friend to you," she said with a smile and a scrunched nose. "You're the best. I love you."

"I love you too," Naomi giggled and threw her arms around Y/n, forcing a hug even if she didn't want it. Y/n accepted it anyway, hugging her friend back tightly.

"Alright, break's over. Let's finish this thing. How much more do we have to go?"

Naomi checked the map on her phone. "About a mile. Think you can manage not falling off for another mile?"

"What?"

"I promised Dream I wouldn't let you get hurt."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "He's so stupid."

"Maybe, but you like it."

"Who on Earth knows why? Oh! That reminds me," Y/n said as she got back on her bike and rode slowly next to Naomi. "I forgot to mention a huge detail."

"Ugh, you never stop talking about him," Naomi teased. "Just kidding, what happened? I want to know everything."

"This involves you and Karl. How do you feel about taking a detour to Florida before the trip?"

______

When Y/n got home, she showered while Naomi made them dinner. "Today was fun," she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "We need to hang out more, just the two of us. Thank you so much," she added as Naomi handed her a plate off food.

Naomi nodded. "Agreed. But when do we ever have time when you aren't streaming and I'm not doing school or working?"

"Hmm, true. For a job with a flexible schedule, I don't feel very flexible. Maybe I should promise to join less streams."

"But then I can't join streams," Naomi joked with a laugh.

"Just ask George. I'm not your closest streamer friend anymore apparently," she fake pouted and Naomi blushed.

"He wants me to join one of his streams except neither of us want anyone to know so he thinks it'll be suspicious if it's just him and I."

'Wait, no one else knows you two have been talking?"

"Well, Dream does based on his joke earlier but you're the only person that either of us have told that we're, like, actually talking."

"Oh, I feel so special!"

Naomi laughed. "Good. You are."

Y/n smiled and looked down as her phone vibrated on the table.

"Boyfriend calling?" Naomi teased with one eyebrow quirked.

Y/n stuck her tongue out. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"I would like that. Date him."

"Oh, shut up," Y/n said with a laugh. "But actually, Dream invited me to get back on and hang out."

"So I was right?"

"No."

"Well, go ahead, I won't stop you."

"Thanks, Naomi. I had fun today, thanks for forcing me out of my room and for dinner."

"Anytime dude," she giggled. "Put that sponge down, I'll clean up."

"But you made dinner. Let me help."

"No! Go, your boyfriend is waiting for you. I got it."

Y/n ignored her and started cleaning dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

"You're the worst. Love you."

"Love you!" Y/n called back as she walked to her room. She got on her desktop and opened Discord while she waited for Minecraft to load.

"Who just joined?" Tubbo asked in a tired voice. "Oh, Bugsy, hello again!"

"Hi!" she greeted back. "How's everyone doing?"

"Good, good, good. How was your, uh, thing? Bikes... or something?" Ranboo asked.

"Yeah, I went on a bike ride with my roommate. It was fun! The weather was super good today so it was good."

"Is it the roommate who's coming on the trip with us?" Tubbo asked.

"Yup," she replied. Ranboo fake whined and Y/n's heart hurt a little. "Ranboo I wish you could come."

"Me too. It would be fun but also very scary," he chuckled and Y/n nodded. "But I'm busy anyway."

"I'm terrified," she admitted. "So I fully understand."

"It's going to be good, Bug," Dream reassured softly, sending butterflies to her stomach. "I promise."

"Why are you terrified?" Tubbo asked.

"Um... just... you know... showing my face to everyone," she said with a small laugh. "Kinda weird." Though, admittedly, she was much less nervous than a few hours ago before she showed Dream her eye.

"Well, Dream has seen you, hasn't he?" Ranboo asked.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"He hasn't?" Tubbo spoke up. "I'm shocked! I could have sworn he had."

"What, why? Dream asked.

"You guys are just super close so I guess we assumed," Tubbo explained.

"No, we are close, Bug is just a tease," Dream joked and Y/n scoffed.

"Oh, whatever. You've seen more than anyone else."

"What?" Ranboo asked with a slight panic in his voice. "What, uh, what does that mean? Oh gosh."

"She showed me her eye today!" Dream announced like it was a huge deal. Which, it kinda was. "But she's a tease because that's all she showed."

"Why do you want to see her so bad, huh Dream?" Ranboo teased. "Hmm???"

"So I can call her pretty without her yelling at me that I can't know," Dream stated bluntly.

Y/n buried her face in her hands, the Minecraft welcome screen long forgotten, and laughed. "I cannot stand you, Dream."

"Awe!!" Tubbo cooed. "Bugsy, give the poor man a break, why don't you show him?"

When she normally would have taken that sort of comment to heart and would have beaten herself up about not showing him, she lifted her head to look at her screen. 'Give the poor man a break'.

"No, Tubbo, she doesn't owe me anything," Dream said with a nervous laugh. "Don't pressure her!!"

"I'm not! I'm not pressuring her to do anything!" Tubbo defended. "I was just joking! But it would be so easy to just send a picture of your face."

"But she doesn't want to and I respect that. Ranboo, are you still on the SMP? Where are you?"

Y/n tuned out the conversation, which had quickly changed topics, scrolling right to the picture she found the other day of her sitting on her bed. She didn't think twice. It just felt right.

Sent

"So, the next manhunt is going to have five hunters or what? Like what's changing?" Ranboo asked. "I think it's super cool that you're continuing the series."

"Yeah," Dream started to explain. "I'm trying to see who would be the best to have as the fifth person to make it—"

Y/n's heart pounded in her ears as she listened to the new silence, waiting for some verbal indication from Dream that everything was okay. That he saw the picture and that everything was still okay.

But he was dead silent.

"Dream?" Ranboo laughed. "Uhhhhh...."

"Uh.." Tubbo laughed too. "Did he break? Dream?"

Y/n bit down on her hoodie sleeve in anticipation and excitement, surprised that there were butterflies in her chest instead of raging thunderstorms of fear.

A loud sound banged through her headphones and her eyes darted to the Discord to see it came from Dream's mic. "Dream?" she asked softly. Did this man just knock something off of his desk?

His regard for them being on call with others completely evaporated. "Holy shit, Bug," he breathed out. "I-Is that you?"

"Sure is," she hummed.

"What the hell?!" he shouted, joy and surprise laced in his voice.

"Wait, what happened?" Tubbo asked before sounding excited. "Did you actually send him a picture of yourself?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Maybe."

"AHHA! YOU BROKE HIM!" Tubbo laughed.

"Error: Dream.exe broke," Ranboo teased. "Man's files broke at the sight of Bugsy Games. Headlines tomorrow: Bugsy Games murders DreamWasTaken with a selfie."

"Oh, shut up," she breathed.

"Text me back right now," Dream demanded.

Y/n giggled as the other two teased Dream but she picked up her phone and found his one-word response.

Seconds later, Dream's voice was back in her ears. "Uh... I'm gonna get off. I have a lot to process."

Tubbo and Ranboo laughed loudly. "A lot to process?? HAHAHA! Just say you're in love with her and move on."

"WhaaAATT?" Dream yelled. "I-I'm not in love with her, what the hell is wrong with you, Tubbo?"

Y/n laughed, agreeing with him even though it kinda hurt. He didn't have to sound too shocked at the accusation.

"Have fun processing," Ranboo said. "Are you staying Bugsy?"

"Nah, I'm gonna get off too. I'm pretty tired."

"Are you going to be in Big Q's stream tomorrow though?"

She hummed. "I don't know. I didn't know he was streaming tomorrow."

"Oh, I thought he invited you?"

"Guess not. He just lost points."

Dream laughed. "Good."

"Well... we should stream together soon," Ranboo said. "I think that would be really cool."

"I do too! We definitely should. If you have any ideas or anything let me know, okay?"

"Yeah, I will!" he promised. "Talk to you later."

"Bye guys," she said before disconnecting. She noticed Dream linger in the call for a little bit even though he said he was leaving and she decided to get ready for bed, turning off her computer and walking to her closet. She was stopped by some texts though. Priorities.

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[drabbles-mc]

So i saw a types of kisses and their meaning post on Instagram, and was wondering if you could do a sons hc or the different kisses they like to use to show their affection.

If it helps, I have an example; so, like, Tig. He does lingering kisses for the prolonged contact, neck kisses to get his girl riled up and shoulder kisses for comforting. Idk. Or like Opie, forehead kisses to show affection cos you're short, hand kisses for comfort and cheek kisses for goodbye...?

I’ve been in a very soft mood lately so this HC request is right up my alley.

SOA Affection HC under the cut!

Jax:

Jax is obviously a huge flirt, but when it comes to affection he takes that just as seriously.

Kisses on the lips almost always.

When he’s feeling extra affectionate, he’ll cup your face in both his hands as he does it. The pads of his thumbs will trace along your cheeks as he kisses you. 

He will always try to drag it out for as long as possible because underneath the cool guy act the man is as soft and needy as anyone.

Also a fan of kissing you on the back of your hand. He’ll usually do it with a smirk and a laugh, make a show out of it because he knows how old school and dramatic it is.

When he does that, it’s usually when he’s in the process of pulling you closer to him- bonus points if he’s pulling you back because you were walking away because of a smartass comment he made.

Opie:

Big on forehead kisses, and kisses placed directly on the top of your head. The man is 6′4 and uses that to his advantage on a regular basis.

He’s not a huge lingerer when it comes to kissing, but he does enjoy kissing you.

Opie is not the most emotionally literate man on the block, but he tries. He’s not the best with words- he does better with actions. So any time he can pull you close, wrap you up, and give you a kiss, he will.

He might not say it, but he also loves when you make a big show of reaching up and pulling him down to kiss you on the lips. You’ll be the first to get on his case for making comments about your height, but you’ll also be the first to say, “Come down here and kiss me for real,” and he loves that about you.

Loves coming up behind you when the two of you are home so he can wrap his arms around you and pull you back against his chest. It puts you in the optimal head and shoulder kissing position for him, and he can also feel your laughter, not just hear it, which is a good, grounding experience for him.

Juice:

There isn’t a single way that Juice wouldn’t kiss you to show his affection. The boy is all heart.

However, along with being a big fan of soft kisses on the lips, he is big on kissing your shoulders.

One of the benefits of living in Charming is that it’s tank top season pretty much 365 days a year, meaning that on any given day he can come up behind you, and kiss the soft, exposed skin of your shoulder. Usually he’ll follow it up with resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you do whatever it was you were doing in the first place. He’s just a big fan of being close to you in general.

There’s always a little look of wonder in his eyes whenever he kisses you, like he can’t believe he really gets to do that with you whenever he wants.

If he’s in a playful mood, he’ll kiss the tip of your nose. He knows that it makes the both of you laugh, and that’s one of his favorite things.

On the receiving end of things, he absolutely loves when you kiss him on the cheek. To him, it’s just a soft, sweet gesture and he loves the feeling of your lips against him. He loves the way that you’re usually cupping the cheek that you’re not kissing, meaning that all he can feel for a few moments is you.

Chibs:

He’s big on ending a kiss with resting his forehead against yours. Whether that means he’s kissing you on the lips and then lingering, or if he kisses you on the forehead and the leans to press his forehead against yours.

He likes that extra few seconds to just be with you.

He’s never been a man who is stingy with his affection, and what comes before and after the kiss matter just as much to him as the actual kiss itself.

Another man who is big on hand kisses, whether it’s the back of your hand or your palm. Any time you rest your hand on the side of his face, he’ll turn and press a soft kiss to it.

Kissing you goodbye is usually a two-part affair. He’ll kiss you goodbye on the lips first, and then he’ll usually round it off with a kiss on your cheek when he’s actually going to leave. He likes getting that one last little bit of softness in before taking off to wherever he’s going next.

Tig:

Tig Trager will kiss you anywhere he can.

Sometimes it’s because he’s needy and trying to get you riled up. But the fact of the matter is that he’s just all about you, all the time.

He will kiss you for as long as you let him. If you’re not the one to break the kiss, it won’t be broken- you’ve tested the theory.

When it’s an innocent type of affection, he prefers to kiss you on the lips. Big fan of resting his hand on the back of your head to keep you pressed against him for as long as possible.

He also likes when you tug him closer by the belt-loops of his jeans.

If he’s feeling frisky and trying to get you on the same page, he’ll kiss your jaw and your neck. While he’s doing that, he’ll usually be quietly telling you all the things he wants to be doing with you, to you.

I’m sure it comes as no surprise, but is all about PDA. It’s partially possessive, but also because he can’t be bothered to only be affectionate and touchy with you in private. Life is too short for that.

Happy:

It takes a minute to figure out Happy’s preferred types of affection, because on a surface level he’s not an overly affectionate kind of guy.

But as time goes on, you realize that while his affection isn’t always lingering and soft, it’s still just as genuine.

He’s big on kissing you on the temple or just the side of your head. That tends to be his default, especially if you’re around people because PDA isn’t really his thing.

Unless he’s jealous. Then he will make any and everyone uncomfortable as he kisses you, hands gripping tight onto your hips.

He’s big on proximity. Even if he’s not kissing you, he likes having you close. Most nights at the clubhouse are spent with you on his lap, one arm looped around your waist. He’ll press a kiss to the side of your head as you sit with him, and you’ll return the favor by kissing his cheek. And, even if he doesn’t say that he likes it, you can see it in his eyes that he does.

When he’s kissing you goodbye, especially before a run, it’s always a hard kiss on the lips before he goes. It always feels needy, because it is. He needs you to know that he loves you and cares about you even if he can’t always articulate it out loud.

Kozik:

Another one who is a Certified Soft Boy for his partner.

Big on kissing you on the lips while he slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

You can always feel the smile on his face when he’s kissing you. No matter where his lips are pressed, there’s a hint of a smile there.

Loves making you think that you’re going in for a kiss on the cheek and turning at the last minute to steal one on the lips. Doesn’t matter that you’d gladly kiss him on the lips any and every day of the week, he still enjoys the little trickery when he can sneak it in.

That being said, kissing you on the cheek is his first go-to when he’s trying to comfort you. If you’re upset the first things he’ll do are kiss you on the cheek and pull you in for a hug.

Half-Sack:

Tentative, slightly nervous affection is 110% on-brand for my boy Kip, especially if you’re together at the clubhouse.

He’s soft but he’s also a little scared. The last thing he’s looking to do is make a wrong move. Bless his whole heart. He tries to talk a big game, but we know who we’re working with here.

Every now and then he’ll try to give you a brief, chaste kiss on the lips and you’ll pull him closer towards you and drag it out a little longer. You’ll feel him chuckle as he gives into you. 

Kissing you on the knuckles is something that he’s always done. He’ll do that before locking his fingers with yours, usually pulling you closer in the process.

When he kisses you goodbye, it’s the one time he usually lets it linger without having to be prompted. And pretty much every time, it’s met with whistles and claps from the rest of the guys. You find it much more entertaining than he does, but you can still see the smirk on his face as he finishes saying goodbye to you.

[stylesberries]

Daddy

Summary: Harry wins a Grammy. You weren’t able to be there. Or were you?

Word Count: 2.0k

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

Genre(s): filthy smut

Warning(s): sub!harry, a little degrading, daddy kink (a little different from the usual one)

“Harry, you’ve got it. You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love.” You spoke softly looking at Harry’s anxious expression through FaceTime.

“I know, baby. I just can’t help it, you know?” He let his eyes fall to the side of the room.

“Harry, you worked your ass off for this album, every song is so special. You don’t need an award to prove it, but please know that you deserve all of them.” You tried to soothe his worries and stress in the best way you could being so far away from him.

“Now go, honey. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Go get some rest, okay?”

Knowing Harry, he would never hang up first because of how much he wanted to keep talking to you. You took it upon yourself to be the one to do so as the responsible one in the relationship.

“You’re right, Y/N. I’ll call you tomorrow before we start, okay?” He smiled softly, looking at you as if you hung the moon.

You looked at him apologetically.

“Baby, I have an exam tomorrow at that time don't you remember?” You spoke to Harry, smiling at him gently.

Your words seemingly made Harry upset. However, he tries his best not to show his obvious disappointment.

“Oh. Yes, I remember.”

•

“Harry, right here,” Jeff spoke, leading Harry to their table after Harry’s performance.

“Ah, yes okay.”

Harry followed right behind Jeff, his mind far from the said table.

Anxiety and worry filled his thoughts and he felt little to no relief as he didn’t get to speak to one person who could soothe his overflowing brain activity.

You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love.

“I’m okay. I’ve got nothing to worry about. We will talk after she’s done with her exam.” Harry spoke under his breath.

He sat down at the table next to Jeff after greeting everyone and waited for the announcements of nominations and winners in each of them.

Throughout the nominations, Harry kept checking the time to see if he would be able to get a text from you at least. However, no matter how much time passed he saw no notification from the person he most wanted to see them from.

“And the Grammy goes to,” the announcer paused as Harry struggled to get his thoughts together.

“Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles!”

Snap out of it. Snap out of it. Snap out of it.

Harry kept looking at his lap, struggling to comprehend what’s happening around him.

He turned to Jeff with disbelief written across his face, the thought that kept swirling in his mind being:

“I wish I could hug her right now.”

•

“Aren’t you coming in?” Harry asked Jeff as he exited the car, his hand wrapped under his new Grammy.

“I’m not. Enjoy the night, man. You deserve it.” Jeff spoke weirdly as he closed the door behind Harry and waved at him with a suspicious smile on his face.

“Enjoy my night? Don’t you want to come in and drink with me a bit befo-” Harry spoke as he watched the car with Jeff in it drive off.

Harry stood dumbfounded by both Jeff’s words and his sudden departure.

“Well,” He thought as he shrugged and turned to walk towards his house. Keys kept jingling as he turned them to unlock his door.

Walking into the dark hall Harry turned back to lock the door behind himself and take his shoes off to walk through the house towards his room.

As he reached the door to open it he saw a small light in the dark of the room.

Completely confused now, he saw a lit candle on the floor in the middle of the room.

His first thought was to walk to it and blow it out, forgetting to turn the lights on, too busy thinking about the mysterious candle in the middle of the room.

Bowing down to the candle, Harry took it in his hand and blew it out.

The moment after he felt darkness overwhelm him as a wet tongue pressed itself against his neck.

Horror wrapped itself around the man’s frame before being replaced with comfort as he felt a familiar scent enter his nostrils.

“Y/N,” Harry called out for you in the dark, with a need to be enveloped in you.

“Mhm? How’s my Grammy winner doing?”

“I missed you so much,” Harry spoke to you as he tried to get up and turn to hug you.

“Ah-ah, Harry. I still have some business with you here.” You spoke as you wrapped a blindfold over Harry’s eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Fuck. You’ve got something for me?” Harry asked bowing back down with his back turned to you.

You wrapped your hand around the front of Harry’s neck squeezing a little to earn a light groan from him.

“Maybe I do.” You spoke, feeling him squirm as his body was now pressed against your chest.

“Oh, baby. Look at my good boy! Why are you squirming so much?” You kept teasing Harry as your hand tightened its hold around his neck, blocking the air from entering his lungs.

“Ah,” was the only sound Harry managed to push out of his chest as he felt his head lighten.

Your other hand wandered down to his chest. Harry was still fully dressed in his suit but you didn’t mind it. Your hand fell upon the growing bulge covered by the fabric of his trousers.

“Mhm!” Harry whined loudly as he felt your touch, not being able to see anything only made him more sensitive to every little touch of yours.

“What does my boy want?” You ask Harry, moving your hand up and down his boner.

Harry kept whining as he expected you to take action already. However, you had other plans.

“Come on, Harry. Be a good boy and tell me what you want me to do to you. It’s your day so I won’t be too strict. Just tell me what you want me to do.” You spoke right into his ear, hearing a faint moan leave their home between his lips.

“I-,” Harry tried to speak, only to have his dick squeezed to a point where he couldn’t say anything aside from gasping like a little bitch.

“Yes? What was it?” You asked him, releasing the tight hold you had around his dick.

Gasping for air, as he was still being choked by your other hand, he tried to speak again.

“Please,” Harry started, not feeling you squeeze him this time.

“Good start, baby. Continue.” You spoke sternly as you waited for the man in front of you to finally push out the words you’ve been waiting for.

“Please touch my dick, daddy,” Harry whispered the last part, almost to himself.

Your hand stopped moving, as the other one loosened around his neck.

“What did you say?” You asked, taken aback at the word he called you.

Harry froze, his eyes closing under his blindfold.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” He spoke fast, wishing he didn’t say anything in the first place.

“What did you call me.”

At this point, it wasn’t really a question. You wanted him to repeat himself.

“Daddy.” Harry caught on pretty quickly, knowing exactly how your voice changed when you were getting more and more turned on.

“Hm. Daddy, huh? If only all the people who watched you perform today knew how much of a filthy slut you are.” You finally pulled his dick out of his pants and pushed your other hand’s fingers into his mouth.

“Ah- daddy please,” Harry muffled around your fingers, swirling his tongue as he spoke.

You stroked him fast right from the start, only stopping to pull your hand to your face and leaning over his shoulder to spit onto your open palm and go back to stroking him.

“Fast,” Harry whined as you didn’t slow down, making his head swirl.

“I’m not slowing down. Filthy whores don’t get to choose when they cum. You cum when I tell you to.” You spoke into Harry’s ear, your lips against his skin.

Whines kept getting louder and louder as you kept stroking faster and faster, watching as the man in front of you fell apart against your chest. His breathing became sharper and his hips started following your hand’s movements. Normally you would’ve punished him for not staying still, but today was a special day, so you would let it slide.

“Harry?” You asked, as your hand moved faster, if that was even possible at this point.

He didn’t have any strength in him to answer you as his moans were the only sounds he could make now.

“I will count till three and you will cum for me.” You spoke, your words full of domination.

“But-”

“Three.” You ignored his desperate want to postpone his orgasm, as he was still on the way to reach his high.

Harry whined, desperately trying to concentrate on the feeling of you stroking him to try to cum to your count down. The sensation was so overwhelming that he felt ringing in his ears and spit running down his chin around your fingers.

“Two.”

His writhing quickened as he was trying to catch up with you, who was obviously not giving him any time whatsoever. Your hand did not give him a single moment to rest and showed no mercy to his sensitive dick and its almost-red tip. Precum was being smeared all over his tip, mixing with your spit as his tears were mixing with his spit.

It was so much but almost not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to cum all over your hand as he was desperately trying to for twelve minutes already, his oversensitivity standing in the way.

“One. Now.” You spoke into his ear, your words wrapped in authority.

A forced orgasm flushed over Harry’s whole being as his eyes rolled back before closing and his breathing became heavier. It felt as if he was washed over by a big wave that showed no mercy to his weak body, pushing him under its waters, as if wrapping him in a warm duvet. His hearing only allowed faint noises to reach his brain, and even those were heavily muffled by the ringing in his ears.

“Harry?”

A faint voice finally reached him after the third try. Immediately after he felt the blindfold being tugged off of his eyes and light moonlight entering his vision.

“Is everything okay?”

She spoke with such gentleness and love, genuinely worried for him being in this state of stun. However, the authority was still present in her voice.

You had already pulled your fingers out of his mouth at this point, your other hand living his tortured cock as well. Pressing your lips against the crook of his neck, you kept looking over his shoulder to watch his eyes start to open, his breathing going back to normal.

“Are you feeling good, baby?” You spoke once again, knowing well he didn’t hear you last time.

“Mhmm. So nice, daddy.”

The little shit enjoyed riling you up just as much as you enjoyed taking the result of his riling up out on him. A knowing smirk fell upon Harry’s face as he waited for you to give his hair a painful tug he always enjoyed.

He wondered what other pleasures you would bestow upon him on this special day.

“I hope you understand that the only reason I’m taking it easy on you today is the fact that it’s an important day for you, okay?”

“That’s one more reason why you shouldn’t take it easy, daddy.”

Pushing your buttons was his favorite thing to do because he knew what followed right after.

“On all fours.”

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[itsallyscorner]

Baby Mix → Baby Holland

The sequel to Baby Mix

Pairing: Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland

Summary: The youngest member of Little Mix has something to reveal after not seeing the girls for months.

A/n: Set in Corona times, I know London lifted their lockdown restrictions for a while then initiated them again after. But anyway, this is set around that time when lockdown rules were lifted. I had so much fun writing this! I hope you all enjoy it🥰

You felt a rush of excitement and nervousness through your veins as you walked around your home, making sure every corner was clean. You entered the dining room and double checked each plate, checking to see if they all had the essential utensils, a napkin, and a wine glass. You trusted Tom to set up the table, but today was a big day and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

“Darling, you don’t need to triple check everything in the house. Nothing’s moved since the last you’ve looked at it.” Tom teases you as he enters the dining room from the kitchen. He wore a tight black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with dark blue jeans. During the time in lockdown, his hair has grown out and he’s been working on his facial hair. You smiled at the 5 o’clock shadow that graced his face; it’s been known that he took forever to grow out facial hair, so to see that there was some light stubble on his face made him really happy. He was very proud of it.

“You look extremely hot right now.” You comment, meeting him in the middle of the room. His hands instantly place themselves at your waist, before one hand moves to rest on your growing stomach and the other on the small of your back.

“Is that the hormones talking?” He squints his eyes playfully at you. You gently shove him, only for him to pull you back closer into his chest. “No? I mean you always look good in whatever you wear. But it could possibly be the hormones?” You ramble.

Tom chuckles, his eyes gazing at you like you’re the only woman in the world. Well technically, you are the only woman in his world; besides his mum and grandma of course. But you were it for him, he wanted nobody else but you. Sure, you guys weren’t married, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t committed to you. The baby might’ve came before the wedding, but he will marry you one day.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Ever since the two of you have discovered you were pregnant, the morning sicknesses have gotten worse and worse. You were really hoping you’d be one of those lucky mothers who wouldn’t experience morning sickness, but with your luck it never happened. This morning you stumbled out the bed and into the toilet; today’s puke was probably the most horrible one this week, as gross as that sounds. Tom was behind you in an instant, tying your hair into a ponytail and rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It pained him to see you like this, he couldn’t do anything but hold your hair back, help you get your puke out, and whisper comforting things into your ear. He considered on canceling today’s event after you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom and snuggled back into the sheets, eyes red and puffy. Though when he mentioned on canceling, you declined immediately. You had both been anticipating today and you weren’t going to let some morning sickness postpone such a special event.

He looked at you concerned, scanning your face for any discomfort. Your lips quirk up to a fond smile as you kiss the worry away from him, “I’m doing much better than this morning, we’re both doing good.”

“That’s great, that’s all that matters to me right now.” He responds, pulling you into a hug. One thing you’ve noticed about Tom and your pregnancy was that he was very touchy and protective. Though he was already like that, it seemed like the pregnancy intensified his protectiveness, or just him in general. He was very alert of his surroundings, making sure everything was clean, that you were always comfortable, and that you weren’t experiencing any pain from the pregnancy. He was dedicated to making sure you were treated like a princess, you and your baby.

“You’ve got everything handled just in case they all come early right? I’m gonna head up and get dressed.” You pull away to look at him.

He nods at you, ensuring that he had everything under control, “Yeah, I’ve got it.” He pecks your lips before you pull away and head for the stairs. He watches your figure go up the stairs, just in case you trip or something, he would be there to catch you. When he sees you round the corner safely he yells, “Just give me a shout when you need something!”

He hears a faint “I know!” from upstairs and the sound of a door closing. He took that as his sign to get back in the kitchen and continue cooking. With the help from Sam, over FaceTime, Tom was able to get around the kitchen and make some proper food for your guests

~⏰~

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror. You wore leggings and an oversized knitted sweater that hid your small bump. You had light make up on, not bothering to put much since it was just the girls and you were all just having a casual lunch. You could already hear the commotion downstairs, Jesy’s contagious laughter, hints of Perrie and Jade’s voices, and Leigh-Anne gushing over some decorative piece in your house. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to give them all the good news. In fact, they’re one of the first ones that will get to know about your and Tom’s secret. Your family and Tom’s being the first to find out the moment you both left the doctor’s office. The girls deserved to be part of the group who found out first, they were like your older sisters and have always been there for you since you’ve known them. They’re basically family.

You giddily head down the stairs with delight as the girls finally come onto view. Perrie screams, throwing herself off the couch and pulling you into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden force, though you tightly wrapped your arms around her, careful to not press your stomach against her.

“Oh! I’ve missed you so so much! It’s been so long, I hate being away from you all for months.” Perrie cried, pressing kisses onto your face. You laughed trying to dodger her.

“Let me smother you with love, I haven’t seen you in so long!” Perrie objected, hugging you one more time. “I miss you too, Pez.” You giggled kissing her cheek.

Jesy comes from behind Perrie and detaches her from you, “Babe, you look beautiful! You’re glowing, look at you!” Jesy cupped your cheeks then wrapped her arms around you.

“Oh my goodness, let me tell you, I didn’t even realize that was Tom.” She said when you both broke the hug. You burst out laughing, placing a hand on her arm.

“No seriously! I didn’t even know he can grow facial hair? I was expecting to see a boy answer the door not a man!” Jesy admits making you laugh even more at her genuinely shocked face.

“Are you still on about Tom and his beard?” Jade asks as she approaches you, Leigh-Anne right behind her.

“Isn’t it a shocker? I live with a man now.” You joke, wrapping your arms around Jade. She squeals, swaying the two of you side to side.

“Babe, your house is stunning!” Leigh-Anne compliments, hugging you and kissing your cheek. You wave her off, “You literally have a whole mansion. I still don’t understand how we have the same paycheck.”

You all settle in the living room for now, waiting for Tom to call for lunch. You could smell the delicious aroma of whatever Tom was cooking in the kitchen and your stomach couldn’t help but growl. Jesy eyes your stomach, “What’ve you got in your stomach? That sounded like an animal.” For a moment you were caught off guard at the mention of your stomach. You eyes widen for a second as you glance down at where your sweater was bunched up.

“Uh—I’m just really hungry.” You brush off her comment, face getting flustered. Jade playfully shakes her head glancing at the kitchen, “Has Thomas not been feeding you right?”

“No—he’s been absolutely amazing! Spending lockdown with him was a dream.” You answer chuckling. Perrie crosses her arms, “Lucky, I had lockdown with a football player. Do you know how difficult it is to live with one?”

“It couldn’t have been that bad?” Leigh-Anne chimed in, sipping on a glass of wine. Perrie huffs leaning forward in her seat, “I felt like a bloody housewife the whole time. I had to keep restocking my fridge every week because he eats everything—like seriously, our food never lasted till the weekend. Alex kept on eating my snacks that I had to start hiding them from him.”

“Are we not going to talk about how Jade found love during a worldwide pandemic?” Jesy mentions pointing at Jade, who has a teasing smile on her face.

She waves her finger at Jesy, “Nuh uh, we aren’t talking about that yet.” You gasp, “And why not?”

“We’re still getting to know each other, I don’t want to rush into things, ya know?” Jade’s face contorts in thought. “Like we’ve done a virtual date on Zoom and have been texting each other back and forth, we’ll see where it goes.”

“You’ll be fine and you’re taking things slow, you should be familiar with each other first before fully committing.” Leigh-Anne assured her. All eyes fell on Leigh-Anne then down to her left hand.

“HOLD ON—LET ME SEE THE RING IN PERSON!” You yell jumping off the couch to where Leigh-Anne was sitting. You sit beside her and take her left hand admiring the giant diamond on her ring finger.

“I can’t believe you’re engaged, I’m so happy for you Lee.” You gush pulling her into a side hug. She nudges your shoulder, gesturing to Tom, “You might be next.” She winked.

“You know, I think Perrie’s gonna be the next one actually.” You smirk at the blonde who rolls her eyes. “Like what Jade said, we’ll see.” She hums shrugging. Your stomach growls again making Leigh-Anne glance at your stomach.

“Oh my goodness” she laughs, moving to look for Tom. “Tom, is lunch ready yet? Your girlfriend’s stomach keeps growling!” You hear something clang in the kitchen before Tom pops his head out, “Lunch’s ready, I was just waiting for you ladies to wrap up the chit chat.”

You all move to the dining room where Tom had laid out the food. He’s made pasta, with some steak, Caprese salad, and garlic bread. Jesy makes a content sound as she scans the food on the table before taking a seat.

“I must say Tom, I’m quite impressed with the food.” Jesy compliments Tom. A proud smile forms on Tom’s face, his eyes switching between you and Jesy. “You heard that darling? Jesy just complimented me.”

“I know, I heard her Tom.” You laugh patting his chest. He pulls your seat out for you, then sits in the chair on your right side while Jesy was on your left. Across from you three were Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.

“We could eat now right?” Jade asks while reaching out for the pasta’s serving fork.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” Tom nods his head at the food. You hear a whine behind you distracting you from the delicious food Tom made. Behind your chair was Tessa who tried to nuzzle herself between your and Tom’s chairs. Not only had Tom grown even more protective of you, but so has Tessa. The sweetheart trailed after you everywhere you go, she stayed in the same room you were in and would lay beside your feet. Though Tom was her rightful owner, she would bark at him whenever he got a little too close to you or your stomach. Tom wasn’t going to lie, he did feel upset and envious that his precious princess barely paid him any mind anymore. But to know that she was only doing it to protect you and her future sibling warmed his heart, so he got over it in an instant.

“Tess, no.” Tom softly scolded the dog trying to shoo her away from the table. She only let out more whines making your heart break. You placed a hand on Tom’s, “Just let her stay, she won’t bother anyone.” Tom nods and pats Tessa’s head.

Lunch goes by splendidly, it was full of laughs and catching up with each other’s lives. It was nice to finally be surrounded by your favorite people in the world after months being apart. Everyone enjoyed the food, complimenting Tom on his excellent work and not burning the kitchen down. Wine and drinks were passed around except for you, who stuck with a water and a small amount of soda. Usually you would also be drinking, clinking glasses with Jade as you down your drinks, but thankfully no one had caught on yet.

“Sorry, we’ve all been rambling about our experiences during the lockdown, what about you two? (Y/n)? Tom? You’ve both been quiet about your experience together.” Leigh-Anne apologized shifting the conversation to you and Tom.

“You could leave the shagging parts out, we already know what went down in this poor house.” Jade poked at you, sending an over exaggerated wink your way. You shake your head and turn back to Tom. The two of you share a look, the look, and make a silent agreement that it was time to announce the big news.

“Well we’ve been busy. You know, we’ve both been doing lots of promo. I’ve been promoting my new film and (y/n)‘s promoting the album with you guys.” Tom started, making normal conversation.

“Most of the time was spent resting, we took advantage of the free time before we have to go on tour and he has to go away for filming.” You continue. The girls nod understanding the situation.

“What did you guys do on the daily though?”

“Lots of puzzles!” Tom answers. “We had the typical move nights and shit.”

“We did lots of baking too!” You add glancing at Tom, who nods along with you. “We’ve actually got a bun in the oven right now!” You say, emphasizing your words. Leigh-Anne and Jesy share a look instantly catching on. Jade’s mouth gapes, her hand holding the wine glass going limp.

“After all this time! Thomas, it’s probably burning by now, shouldn’t you go and check on it?” Perrie scolds, turning back to the kitchen to catch a peek at the oven. She looks excitedly at you two, “What kind of bun have you guys made?”

Jesy’s eyes pan over to Perrie in disbelief, it was like the salad in the box situation all over again. Leigh-Anne holds her palm up to her mouth as the news sinks in. Jade swats Perrie’s arm, “A human one!”

Perrie’s eyes widen in fear, “A human bun? Like cannibalism?” Tom made a sound of confusion, his brows furrowing at her. You stifle a laugh behind your hand as you wait for Perrie to realize.

“They’re having a baby, Pez!” Jesy yelled making Perrie’s eyes grow in shock. The gears move in her head, “OH! Bun in the oven—BUN IN THE OVEN? You’re pregnant?” She screams shooting out of her chair.

You laugh hiding behind your hands. Jesy grabs onto your wrist, pulling it down, and holding your hand. “Wait, are you actually pregnant? You’re not tricking us?”

You shake you head, a giant smile gracing your lips, eyes getting glossy. “I wouldn’t lie to you guys, you guys are gonna be aunts.” You confirm squeezing Jesy’s hand. She gasps pulling you into a hug. Behind you she reaches a hand and playfully shoves Tom, “As if turning her into you wasn’t enough, you just had to insert yourself into her and make another one of you?”

Tom shrugs, though a smile was also on his face, “Hey, to be fair, you might like this one more than me.” Jesy gets up from her seat and approaches Tom.

“Give me a hug, you div.” She ruffles his hair like an older sister would and wraps her arms around him. Tom chuckles hugging her back.

“I know I give you a lot of shit, but I’m so happy that she ended up with you and not some dickhead. Congrats Tom.” She mutters into his ear, before pulling away from the hug and patting his back. Tom looks at her teary eyed, “Thank you Jes.”

“Wait—no! You’re our baby, you can’t have a baby yet. Stop growing!” Perrie cries coming around the table to engulf you in her arms. This time she was actually crying, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“But Pez, I’m already growing.” You giggle, pulling away from her to lift you knitted sweater up to reveal your small baby bump. The girls gasp, while you and Tom stare proudly at your stomach. Jade and Leigh-Anne join Perrie to hover over your stomach. Jesy looks from over your shoulder, staring at the top of your stomach.

“Can we please touch it?” Leigh-Anne asks quietly, looking up at you and Tom for permission.

“Go ahead.” You assure them. Jesy squeezes your arms, resting her chin on your shoulder. Leigh-Anne, Perrie, and Jade’s hands delicately come into contact with your stretched skin, fascinated by your little bump. Jade pouts as she strokes your belly with her thumb, “Oh, you’re so precious.” She coos.

Perrie rests her palm against your belly, “How far along are you?” You look at Tom over your shoulder, who’s been watching the special moment unfold between you and the girls.

“Four months.” Tom answers, the grin on his face feeling permanent as he talked about his little bean.

“Four months?” Jesy shrieked whipping her head to look at you and Tom.

“Yup, we wanted to tell you guys as soon as we found out but we decided to keep it a little secret for as long as we can.” You explain. “But then my stomach began growing and it’d be obvious, so we decided to tell you guys now since it’s still early.”

“Does anyone else know?” Leigh-Anne asks, hand still resting on your belly.

“Our families know, along with his best mates. But you guys are part of the first few people who know about it.” You reply. Perrie hums softly, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss onto it.

“You’re the first people I’ve told who aren’t my immediate family.” You laugh. The girls began tearing up again.

“I can’t believe you guys told us.” Jade wipes her eye with the pads of her fingers.

“Why wouldn’t I? You guys are important to me and I love you all so much! You all deserve to know about it before everyone else.” The girls “aww” at you and pull you into a group hug, one of their hands still resting on you belly.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant, oh my god.” Leigh-Anne expressed, her hand still on your bump.

“It’s hilarious how we were saying you were gonna be the first one to start a family. All of a sudden little missy over here gets knocked up.” Jesy points at Leigh-Anne before giving Tom the stink eye.

“Did they not teach you how to use protection in school?” She playfully teases Tom, back to her usual picking on him. “Or is your pull out game just that weak?” Perrie gasps, covering your belly with both her hands, “Jes! There’s a baby!”

Tom’s mouth drops, his face feigning shock, “You know, I really thought we were having a great moment here, Jes.”

Jesy scoffs, “Moment’s over—have you never heard of ‘Don’t be silly, protect your Willie’?” Everyone pauses before bursting out laughing at Jesy’s comment.

The night ended with the girls making plans of who would be the fun aunt and who would spoil Baby Holland the most. Jesy and Jade debated over being the fun aunt while Perrie and Leigh-Anne tried to outdo each other on who would spoil the baby with the most toys and clothes. Your belly was the main star of the night; the girls occasionally stroking your belly or pressing light little kisses onto it. As you both listened to the girls argue about who would be the baby’s favorite, you and Tom knew that your little baby would be in good hands with four amazing aunts to watch over them.

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[twdmusicboxmystery]

Sunday’s TWD Special

Okay, here we go. On Sunday, they aired a TTD special. The kind of thing they usually do pre-season, and we figured it was to hype 11c. And it was. Kind of. Honestly, there wasn’t tons of TD smoking guns in it. And it was more hyped Tales of the Walking Dead, which starts next week, than it did 11c. 

That said, there were still a few things we raised our eyebrows over. Here they are.

So, let’s start with Gimple and his shirt. It’s very western-style, which I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen him wear before. Meanwhile, there are two sunburst-like designs on the front of either shoulder, and he’s wearing dog tie. Hmm. Given some of the hints from the press release, and such, I can’t help but see this as a hint toward something. 

@galadrieljones​ commented: Generally, the look is super Southwestern. The bolo tie + the flowers give off a Native American influence. So, I thought, New Mexico.

Gimple also said they’d be “playing with reality” a little. He was referring to Tales, rather than 11c, but still, that caught my ear. It shows that they’ve done this in the main show as well *coughs* Leah *coughs* and that it’s something they do. 

Terry Crews was a guest on the show. He was adorable. I mean, who doesn’t love Terry Crews. He told a story about how he basically fan-boyed all over Norman at Comicon, which I thought was funny. He also revealed that he’s a motorcycle guy, which I didn’t know about him. An episode of Ride for him might be inevitable at this point, lol.

Some of the clues came from sneak peaks they had of the Tales episodes. In the one featuring Terry Crews, there was a “route 122.” Significant number. 

In the Anthony Edwards episode, it seems he’s a research scientist. (Another scientist character; total coincidence, I’m sure. (Sarcasm.) In it, he called the dead “homo mortis” and talked about a group called Skull Hunters. No idea what all of that is leading to, but it’s very interesting. 

I won’t go into the entire, long discussion, but we’ve also noticed an ER tie here. In 11b, they talked about having to do a medical scene at Zeke’s animal hospital. They removed someone’s appendix, iirc. And by happy accident, the woman directing that episode was an actor for years on the show, ER. She played a nurse. Now, they will have Anthony Edwards (also a long-time actor on ER) do an episode of Tales. Just some tie in which they can pull in actors from that show because people in the industry know one another. Not anything to side-eye on it’s own.

But then we realized Anthony Edwards shares a last name with Steven Edwards of Grady. Yes, yes. I know that’s most likely a coincidence, as no one can control what the actor’s last name is. But go with me on this a little farther.

In ER, Anthony Edwards’ character was named Dr. Green. Same name as Beth, just spelled without the final e. And over the years, we’ve seen lots of references specifically to the Emergency Room setting:

I would even throw in that Bob was a trauma medic. That’s very similar to what’s done in the ER: basically trauma triage until others like surgeons and specialists can come in and do the repair. 

So anyway. I’m not saying they’ve been aiming to have Anthony Edwards on the show and that’s why the ER symbolism. I suppose it’s possible they’ve had him contracted for a long time, but not likely. 

I do, however, think it’s VERY likely that the ER symbolism is intentional because of some future, Beth storyline. And it suddenly occurred to Gimple that getting Anthony Edwards, who played Dr. Green for like 10 years, to be on the show would be perfect for the symbolism, so they specifically asked him. 

I made this joke to my fellow theorists as well, but they’re using him for his symbolism. Lol. 

Anyway, we could be reaching with that, but it’s definitely interesting to consider. If it’s a total coincidence, I gotta say, that’s one hell of a coincidence. (Actually, it’s like 10 of them in a row.) Moving on...

Samantha Morton will also be in one that’s pretty much Alpha before the turn. She’s on a river boat. Think about that. River. Boat. So again, just interesting symbolism that we’re already seeing in the short clips of these episodes. I think Tales is gonna bring us all kinds of symbolic goodness. 

Of course, the best part was when Gimple talked about the spinoffs. He talked a little about the Richonne spinoff. Didn’t give us more than we already knew. Although, he did mention the Red Machete. He said we’ll see a little bit of the older, more brutal versions of Rick and Michonne, including “Red Machete Rick.” 

Now, I don’t think the red machete will necessarily be part of the Richonne spinoff. (Though it would be interesting if they used it to in some way reveal who Legs is.) I think it’s more likely that Gimple went out of his way to mention the red machete as a hint. 

As @wdway​ commented:

When Scott describes the Epic Love Story, yes, he's talking about Rick and Michonne but don't you feel like he's also talking about Daryl and Beth.  Being separated for so long and being different people. The other thing is that mention of the red machete, I mean seriously that red machetes been gone from Rick since s7(?) for years. It was last seen being picked up by what looked like a female.

She also made a good point about how they originally tried to sell the Daryl/Carol spinoff:

@wdway:

Remember at the beginning when Daryl and Carol spinoff was first announced and they indicated it would be more light-hearted and even humorous I think what we see with Tales wil give us a glimpse of what they meant by humor it's dark humor, sarcasm that type of thing.

Great points!

Then, Gimple addressed the Daryl spinoff. He confirmed what we already knew about it taking place in France. Then Chris asked if we had a hint toward that story line in the coda of TWD. (The part where two people spoke French and then the woman turned into a super-walker.) And Gimple said (and I paraphrase) “Yes, exactly.”

So let’s unpack that a little. First, it always gives us a thrill when they refer to an after-the-credits scene as a “coda.” It shows that the coda symbolism (including the title Beth’s “death” episode) is alive and well. I’ve said this before, but I honestly don’t think tptb starting using that word for them until after TD did. Back in S5, when we had some Morgan codas in 5x01 and 5x08, they simple called them after-the-credits scenes. Sure, maybe they called them codas and I just missed it. After all, 5x08 hadn’t aired yet so our brains weren’t attuned to that word. But it seems like ever since TD started using that term for these scenes, suddenly Gimple and Kang do it all the time now. 

Just makes me happy.

He also confirmed the tie between that France coda and the Daryl spinoff. In other words, when Daryl goes to France for whatever reason, he’s going to come into contact with both the CRM and these super walkers. Which does suggest that he’ll probably come into contact with Beth and/or Rick in some way. 

I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but think about it this way. We’ve been saying forever (because symbolism) that Beth is with the CRM. Ever since getting the details about the spinoff, we’ve highly suspected the spinoff might be the story of Daryl discovering Beth is alive. Now, a tie between the spinoff and the CRM has been confirmed, and there’s that interview where Norman says Daryl will come into contact with “missing” characters. Hmmm. Amazing how on-track TD can be at times, isn’t it?

On a last note, @wdway​ went and read the messages/questions sent to by the fans. If you watch TTD, you know they always answer at least one fan question on the show. Of course they get hundreds, if not thousands of them, sent in every week, and just pick one. @wdway​ informs me that the Carylers flooded them with questions about guess-what-topic.  🙄 It’s just worth noting that all such questions (which to be fair have already been answered many times by tptb) were completely ignored.

So yeah. As I said, no massive smoking guns, as it was mostly focused on Tales, but I still enjoyed it and am very much looking forward to Tales starting next week. Anyone see anything I missed? 

[miyaniacs]

Christmas Eve

a/n: I wish you all of you who celebrate Christmas a Happy Christmas and I hope event this year was horrible, you all find at least a bit of joy and peace. If any of you needs to talk because they have to deal with some family or personal issues during this time, I'm here for you. At those how don't celebrate it: It isn't, besides Bokutos, really themed about religion, it’s just to hopefully make all of you laugh ❤️ 

form: total shitpost

characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Sakusa, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto x gn!reader

warnings: lowkey nsfw (just some suggestive stuff I’d say 16+), bdsm mentions (but in a funny way - there’s nothing really sexual), mentions of sex toys and Bokuto’s is just wholesome

masterlist

Atsumu

Let’s set the atmosphere okay?

The tree is lit up, the decorations are sparkling, all the other presents are illustrated by the lights on the tree, it’s dark outside, soft snowflakes can be seen, in the background you can hear some beautiful old Christmas songs being played

The little bell rings calling you in the room 

Yet, you prepared a small surprise too 

With you, his family is walks into the room 

They originally couldn’t make it in time and it was visible for you that this really saddened Atsumu - he’s used to spend Christmas Eve with his parents and his brother - playing silly card games, him and Osamu almost knocking over the tree etc

Well 

Surprise. 

You all walked in saying a loud : SURPRISE 

Which turns into a loud scream as soon as they see Atsumu laying under the tree with a sexy present costume

it’s literally just a big red band wrapped around his body with the bow right over his thingy 

Head rested on his elbow, one of his legs swung over the other in a rather sexy way 

The screams of you and his family mix together with his screams 

The only one who was still able to think fast was Osamu - that’s why now a video of the whole thing is sending to the MSBY groupchat (also to the chat they got with their old Highschool team) 

While trying to escape the whole situation Atsumu got also caught in the tree

Now there’s a red fabric hanging in the tree and a naked Atsumu running upstairs 

Osamu

Osamu was stressed the whole time before Christmas 

He got so many jobs for some big companies to deliver his onigiri 

Besides that his shop was full af with all the friends that met up again due to them being back home during the holidays 

He was a mess 

So you managed all the household: cooking, cleaning, making sure he at least relaxed a bit, decorating etc

You’ve barley seen him anyways

Fast forward to Christmas Eve:

You received an emergency call from Atsumu, so you’re on your way to his, mentally cursing him since you still have to make the last preparations for tonight

At his - it was just some : how do I clean this or that emergency 

Annoyed af you make your way back home

Unlocking the door, you’re greeted with some ‘all I want for Christmas’ and the apartment being all dark, just illuminated with the sparkling Christmas lights 

“Osamu?” You call out for him walking through the apartment, the music getting louder and louder 

Opening the door to your living room, you’re greeted with the sight of Osamu, dressed in a sexy butler costume, his torso completely revealed, and a bow around his neck 

“Sit down my love.” He says and pulls out one of the chairs for you 

You sit down and look over the beautiful decorated table, filled with all kinds of mouth watering food

Looking back at him, your eyes rest on his toned chest “Was... was this all planned?” 

“Yes, I thought I’d give you something back for all your support the past weeks”  he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss 

“Then I’ve been a bitch to Atsumu for no reason..” you mutter 

“ There’s always a reason to be a bitch towards him” he laughs, “now, my dear - what can I serve you?” He bows

Sakusa

You in a maid uniform with lots of cleaning utensils that are sex toys Dom reader like 

As soon as Sakusa enters his home on Christmas Eve, a big black fabric is pulled over his head and he’s dragged into the living room and pushed onto a chair

“Only good guys get presents right?” You say teasingly  and your hands run over his chest , starting to unbutton his shirt 

Slowly you pull the blindfold off his head

His eyes widen, then darken and then he looks at you with an eyeroll 

“Are you serious right now?” He huffs

You’re wearing a sexy maid costume, the feather duster in one hand and the other one placed on your hip 

“Nahhhhh - dirty boys aren’t allowed to talk.” You lean forward and place your finger on his lips, “how are we supposed to celebrate and enjoy Christmas when we’re both not clean?” 

Leaning to the right you grab a bottle tilted “Mr Clean - hand sanitizer” rubbing it on your hands, you walk behind him and start massaging his shoulders with the body oil. 

After that, you walk back around him and bend down, the skirt moving upwards, exposing everything to him 

“You’re pretty clean now, but could you help me cleaning myself?” You ask and hand him a little present. 

Unwrapping it, he rolls his eyes yet s smirk appears on his face 

“For the really stubborn ones” he reads out looking at the lube in his hands 

You look at him innocently “Yes,..., we can’t let any dirty germs touch our preciously wrapped gifts, can we?” 

He nods in response and gets up, walking over to you

“No, no we can’t... let’s get you all cleaned up now ... shall we?” He asks in a husky voice and throws you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom 

Oikawa

Getting tied up he’s exited a male dom getting into the room destroying 90% of his closet while degrading him and his style => presents a whole new closet from you and his friends and family 

His clothes are horrible 

Besides sports wear his taste is ... a whole catastrophe

so together with his friends you planned a surprise for him

Oikawa knew something was up- but he expected a different kind of surprise- he hoped you’d be his present tonight and that you’d strip for him, since he’s basically begging you to do so the past weeks

When it rings on his door that evening, he opens the door fully expecting to see you standing there 

Quickly his smile drops when he’s got pushed back inside by a man wearing a leather mask 

“Go to your closet.” He demands and makes the whip in his hand more visible 

With a small Wimper oikawa hurries to the room

The man towers over him 

“Open” he underlines his words with a loud whip and oikawa does as he’s told to 

“Now put all your clothes in this here!” He throws a black plastic back to oikawas feet 

“Strip and put them into it to.” Another whip echos through the room and oikawa whimpers again, eyes wide open and he slowly begins to pull off his hoodie 

“Faster!” 

“Now put this on!” He hands him a collar with a leash on it

Grabbing the black bag and the leash he drags oikawa back to the front door

“Wait wait - what are you doing !!” He finally complains 

The man stops and takes out a gag and quickly fixes it around oikawas head

“MH- MHHHH HHMMM” he cries out

“QUIET!” 

Opening the front door, the man drags Oikawa outside where a few people are already waiting, filming the whole thing

“Here.” The man throws the bag to the ground and hands you the lash 

“Have fun.” 

“Y/N MHLNG Y/N!” Oikawa ‘says’ shocked

“You didn’t listen to us ... so we had to force you.” Iwaizumi says, standing next to you

“Your clothes were horrible.” Mattsun complains 

“New ones are already laying under the tree , love.” You smile and pat his head, the leash still in your hand 

“Well... have fun with him - I think we should go now.” Iwaizumi laughs

Bokuto

Yes. Yes Bokuto still believes in the Christkind (just look it up - the translation is so ugly so I’m using the German word)

And it’s way too precious so non of you ever told him the truth 

So here you are, getting dressed, putting on a white loose dress, white wings, soft golden eyeshadow and curling your hair / putting on a blond wig

Akaashi, Kenma and Kuroo - who will celebrate Christmas with you two - enter the house, together with Bokuto 

Kuroo is talking EXTRA loud to make sure you hear them coming back 

“Huh? Why is there light in the living room?- Y/N shouldn’t be home by now.”  You hear Bokuto ask confused 

Grabbing the small bell, you take a quick glance into the mirror and ring it 

“A BELL??? OMG AKAAAAAAASSSHHHIIIIIII IS IT - OMG OMG OMGGGG!“ Bokuto screams and runs to the room 

Opening the door his eyes lay on you, the angel standing next to the tree, about to place a small gift under the tree, ready to ‘leave’ again 

Bokutos eyes shine like the stars, his mouth wide open, whole body shaking 

“You ... you ... you’re real!?!” He mutters 

‘Shocked’ you spin around, the gift still in your hands and look at him 

You smile softly and walk towards him 

Your hand takes his and you place the gift in his hand, get on your tip toes about to give him a small kiss on his cheek, but he moves away

“No, I’m sorry, but I got a beautiful s/o.” Your heart melts at his words, the real angel in this room truly is Bokuto himself 

You smile and look at Akaashi, telling him to distract Bokuto so you can leave again - which he does 

A few minutes later you open the front door, dressed as usual 

“OMG Y/N - YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!! THE CHRISTKIND WAS HERE !!!! HERE AND IT GAVE ME THIS PRESENT!!!! ITS A PICTURE OF US ON OUR FIRST DATE!!” He rushes over to you and shoved the framed picture into your face

“A REAL ANGEL - AND YOU MISSED IT!” He pouts

“I’m sorry Bo” you mutter and give him a quick kiss 

“But ... I have to admit ... besides all their beauty, you’re way prettier than them... I can’t call you angle anymore knowing that your beauty outshines them.” A soft smile forms on his lips and you feel tears forming in your eyes. 

Kuroo

Kuroo saw your google history 

He saw that you kept on looking for videos of a sex swing and how it works etc

So he knew the perfect present for you for Christmas 

On the box it only said Swing - red, silk

So no biggie 

Well... your parents invited themselves over to yours for Christmas Eve. 

Together with your little cousin

Before it comes to opening up the gifts, traditionally you had dinner first. 

Michale Buble was playing, your parents and his dad ( who got invited by your parents ) already had too much to wine, your little cousin bouncing on the chair, waiting to finally  open up the presents. 

If Kuroo knew, that your family’s would come, he wouldn’t even placed the swing under the tree, but they just appeared on your door with food and presents 

So now - the swing was the biggest present 

“Y/n... Y/NNNNNN” your little cousin asks you while already sitting under the tree eying all the presents

“Yes?” You laugh

“Can I open your presents????” She asks

“Sure.” You smile, knowing how much she loves opening them 

Next to you, Kuroo’s heart stops, cold sweat running down his neck 

Your cousin hands you the two small presents on top of the big one

“Here I just want to open the big one” 

“Are those yours?” You ask and look at Kuroo, who just nods

“Babe... what’s wrong?” You ask him, but before he could answer, the ripping sound of the wrapping paper is heard 

“OMG Y/N HE GOT YOU A SWING?! I’M SO JELLY!!!! AND A RED ONE TOO... OMG IS THIS A SWING OUT OF THOSE MOVIES??? THE ONES WITH SILK AND NOT WOOD???” 

(Insert : oh no- Oh NO - OH NONONONOOO)

Your eyes widen.

All blood  leaves yours and Kuroos face 

Your mum takes a big sip out of her glass

Your dad glares at Kuroo 

His dad looks ashamed at Kuroo 

While your cousin opens the package and fiddles with the red silky stuff 

“At least the color fits in the room.” Your mum laughs taking another sip of her wine 

tagging: @kenmasgameboy

[writing-wh0re]

Pure Mindless Vandalism - Chapter 4 / The End.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (Big Slytherin Energy)

Word Count: 3,390 - bit long.

Warnings For Series: Smut 18+, Violence, Hints Of Abuse (Parental + Umbridge), Both Female and Male Receiving Oral, Fluff, Angst, Mild Jealousy. 

Warnings For Chapter: Smut 18+, Umbridge, Abuse, Language, Angst (?), Female Receiving Oral, Unprotected Vaginal Sex. 

Spells Used In Chapter: 

Imperio - makes target obey every command.

Episkey - “Healing spell.” 

Key: y/n (your name) y/l/n (your last name) y/h (your house).

A/n: This is the end of Pure Mindless Vandalism, I tried to finish it well and make it open to what you think would happen. I have loved writing this and the amount of support you have all given me is incredible. Thank you x  I’m thinking of the next series, would you like it to be an Draco Malfoy one, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers? Open to all suggestions. Love ya x 

P.s. All feedback is appriciated, likes and reblogs are wonderful. 

Please do not copy or edit my work. 

Pure Mindless Vandalism - Chapter 4. 

“It will be easy.” 

I look up at Fred who nods in response to George’s plan. 

“You do realise it will only cause more problems right?”

I smile at Lee’s concern knowing the twins don’t typically care for discipline or the consequences their actions may have. 

“That’s no worry to us, we’re leaving soon anyway.” 

“Leaving?” I look up at Fred who narrows his eyes at George, I flick my eyes to George who looks as if he’s seen a ghost. “What do you mean by leaving? Like for the holidays?” I throw questions at the twins, my heart beat quickening as Fred sighs. 

“Give us a minute?” 

Lee and George stand without another word as they walk out of the shared dorm, leaving Fred and I in complete silence. 

“Freddie..” 

“Baby, come sit next to me, please.” 

I sit next to Fred on his bed as he places his hand on my thigh, my heart still facing inside my chest as I wait for him to continue. 

“I’m not staying to finish my time at Hogwarts, I was only considering staying to take care of you.” 

“Take care of me? I appreciate the concern but I think I can take care of myself, did you consider telling me about this, before now or would you have waited until there was no coming back?” I feel sadness and anger wash over me as I cross my arms. 

“You would have known soon enough, George and I can finally chase our dream of opening the joke shop, I didn’t think you’d be so against it.”

“Fred, against it? Seriously? I’m not against the joke shop at all, I’m more concerned that you didn’t want to tell your girlfriend until after the fact.” 

“I don’t want you to keep me back here.” The moment those words fall from his lips regret fills his face as I feel my breath hitch. 

“So I’m holding you back? For fucksake Fred, you’re making this sound like a breakup.” 

I stand up as he grabs my wrist. 

“That just came out wrong, I didn’t want you to keep me here because you want me to graduate beside you.” 

I scoff as I wiggle out of his grip, “That doesn’t even make sense to me, when you figure out what you want to stay, come find me.” I open the dorm door as George and Lee pretend to look busy as I walk past the pair and head out of the common room. 

I look around the halls of hogwarts, most students appearing to be zombies as they keep their heads down and walk to their designated classes. I walk through the corridor as I hear Umbridge's voice, I roll my eyes as I turn and walk into the girls bathroom, deciding to gather my thoughts in here rather than in Umbridge’s office. 

I place my hands on the sides of the sink as I look at my reflection. 

“Doesn’t want me to keep him here because I want him to graduate beside me?” I whisper attempting to figure out what he was trying to say. 

“Not going to graduate, I didn’t graduate.” I hear her slightly whiny voice speak as she floats beside me. 

“We are in slightly different scenarios Myrtle.” 

“You know it was a terrible time for me, watching all my classmates leave, but now i'm stuck between these walls.” 

“Must have been hard for you.” 

I turn my body as I pull myself up onto the counter, resting against the mirror like I had many times, except this time his red hair isn’t laced between my fingers and his tongue isn’t circling my clit. 

“Do you love the Weasley boy?” 

I turn my head so I’m facing Myrtle as she tilts hers waiting for my response. 

“Yes, he is the first boy I’ve ever loved.” 

“And how long have you been together? I know you’ve been catching up in here for quite some time.” 

I smirk at Myrtle as a slightly blush creeps across my cheeks. 

“Since our fourth year.” 

Myrtle’s eyebrows raise as her mouth falls open slightly. 

“I am shocked, I did not expect you two to have been together for so long.” 

I nod softly, a sigh falling from my lips as Myrtle giggles causing me to raise my eyebrows at the younger ghost. 

“You should follow him.” 

“What?” 

“You say you love this boy and I can tell you don’t enjoy class otherwise you wouldn’t be here with me, so follow him.” 

“Myrtle this is his and George’s dream, I can’t just piggy back on it.” 

“Mr Weasley loves you, sadly I have seen what you two do in my bathroom.” 

“I am sorry for that Myrtle, we do tell you before doing anything.” 

Myrtle tuts as she floats away to stand in front of me. 

“Out, go and talk to him.” 

“If I leave, I’ll miss you Myrtle.” I smirk as the see through girl crosses her arms as she disappears into the air.

“Relationship advice from Myrtle.” I mumble and shake my head as I walk out of the bathroom,I check both ways before walking out into the hall my pace faster than usual as I don’t want to get caught by the pink cladded bitch. I turn my neck to look over my shoulder as I run into something, rather someone. 

“Princess.” My heart swells as I wrap my arms around Fred, holding each other in the middle of the corridor, our hug is broken as we hear a swarm of footsteps begin to echo. Fred grabs my hand as he opens one of Filch’s many broom closets, pulling me inside as the door clicks closed. 

His hands are instantly on my face as our lips lock together, moving in sync against one another with practice rhythm. I place my hands on his chest as I fist his sweater pulling him closer. 

“Freddie.” I breathlessly moan as he groans against my lips. “Wait.” Fred pulls away from me searching my eyes for doubt as I smile. “I want to go with you. I’m sorry for overreacting.” 

Fred’s features light up like a christmas tree, the smile that covers his face unhidable as he kisses me. 

“Please, I want nothing more than to have you by my side.” 

“Would George be okay with it?”

“He’s going to have to be, I’m sorry for the way I said things before.” 

I shake my head as I kiss his soft lips. 

“Show me how sorry.” I wink as he nods eagerly, his lips wandering down my jaw to my neck as he sucks on my sweet spot. His hand wanders under my skirt as he cups my panties chuckling against my skin as he feels how damp the fabric is. His fingers slide past the lace as I gasp, his finger brushing against my clit as I tangle my fingers in his hair. A moan falls from my lips as he kisses back up my neck, looking into my eyes as my face twists with pleasure. 

“Oh Freddie.” A smirk creeps across his features as he sinks to his knees, I rest my back against the wall as he places one of my legs over his shoulder, his fingers leaving my clit as I whimper causing him to chuckle as he pulls the lace of my panties to the side, licking a long soft line up my pussy. A moan slips past my lips as he tongue plays with my swollen bud, I cover my mouth as a waterfall of gasps and moans fall from my lips. Fred continues to lick and lightly suck my clit as my legs shake slightly, his fingers slide inside me as the sounds of my wetness fill the small room. I bite my lip as our eyes lock, throwing my head back as he curls his fingers, rubbing my slick walls perfectly. My fingers run through his hair as I grind my hips against his tongue, a moan escaping him as it vibrates around me perfectly. 

“Shit, I’m going to cum.” 

Fred continues to skilfully play with my clit as I arch my back off the wall, my legs shaking softly as I cum around his fingers. He stands up instantly undoing his belt and pants as I unbutton my shirt, my bra cladded boobs on show as he moans, kissing my cleavage as I giggle softly. He bends down and places his hands under my thighs, picking me up as my legs wrap around his waist for extra support. I reach down and pump his cock a few times before guiding him to my entrance as he slides deep inside me, both of us hissing in pleasure. 

“Always so tight for me.” 

Fred starts to move his hips as my arms rest on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he fucks me against the wall. His hands grip and massage my ass as I slightly rock my hips against his, I slide a finger past my lips as Fred’s eyes lock onto my actions, I smirk as I swirl my tongue around my middle finger. I close my lips around it as I suck earning a moan from Fred as I take the finger out of my mouth, placing it on my swollen clit as I rub fast circles. My walls clench around his cock as he picks up his pace. I hiss at the sensitivity from my last orgasm as he hits my walls at a new angle. 

“You’re so big Freddie.” I whimper as he smirks at my words, his lips brushing against mine. 

“It’s all fucking yours.” Butterflies erupt inside me at his words as I feel the band tighten inside me. 

“I’m close.” 

Fred doesn’t answer as he continues to thrust into me, his cock twitching as I arch my back, my cleavage falling in his face as he kisses and sucks the skin, cuming inside my tight pussy with a loud moan.  

We quickly compose ourselves as I smile at him. 

“So, when do you plan on leaving?” 

“Just before Easter break, we’ve found a space for the joke shop and there’s an apartment just down the road.” I watch his face light up with excitement as he explains the details to me. 

“Now you’re sure George is okay with me joining you?” 

“Why don’t we go and ask him.” I nod as Fred takes my hand in his, checking the coast is clear before walking out in the corridor with me. As we round the corner a white flash of light is cast towards us as our bodies separate, my body hitting the right stone wall as Fred’s collides with the left. I huff out in pain as the wind is knocked from my lungs, I look over at Fred who’s holding his shoulder, his eyes fixated on me. 

“Detention, with my two favourite students.” My eyes roll at the sound of her voice as Fred narrows his eyes toward the evil woman. “Come along.” With the wave of her wand our bodies follow behind her. 

“The imperius curse again, you’re becoming predictable.” 

Umbridge spins around walking up to me so we are face to face. 

“Don’t make me discipline you like your father used to.” 

“Oh that I can handle, you don’t look like you could hit too hard.” I look over at Fred who sucks his teeth, shaking his head at my antics as a clap fills the air, my cheek stinging. 

“Y/n.” 

“Didn’t you used to be a beater for your quidditch team? Can’t even take a hit.” 

“Fucking bitch.” I hear Fred spit as Umbridge walks over to him. 

“I’ll give you lines first, make your pretty little girlfriend watch.” Umrbidge smirks at me as my eyes water, the sting in my cheek going un soothed as I have no control over my body. 

“Baby, are you okay?” Fred whispers low as I nod not trusting my voice as we continue to follow behind Umbridge to her office, to every other student it looks as if we are following the rules for once. 

The moment we step into her office the cats on the walls start to meow as I feel a shiver run down my spin, the room giving me the creeps. 

“Sit.” Both chairs pull out as our bodies get thrown into them. 

“Now, Mr Weasley I will be needing only two lines from you today and I would like you to write with my quill.” Umbridge gestures to the parchment and feather quill in front of him as he scoffs, his body following the directions. 

“Oh yeah because I have a choice right now.” 

Umbridge giggles as she looks at me. “Write these words, Filthy Blood Traitors Must Die.”

Fred hisses as his hand starts to write the words on the parchment his skin breaking as they begin to carve into him. I flick my eyes away from the situation as they slightly well up with tears. 

“Now you my dear.” 

I keep my eyes off Umbridge as she tuts. 

“Look at me.” My body betrays me as they fall onto her, out of the corner of my eye I spot Fred’s hand covered in the words and fresh blood covering the surface. “Let me remember, you told people about your father’s whereabouts, correct?” I bite my lip keeping the words in as Umbridge tilts her head looking at me. “Y/n, I asked you a question, are you the reason they threw your father in Azkaban?” 

“Yes.”

“That was such a silly thing to do, he loves you so much.” 

“Fucking weird way to show it.” 

“Zip!” Umbridge yells at Fred as he rolls his eyes. 

“Now, you get a choice with your punishment, you can write six lines or a letter to your father apologizing for your behaviour and explaining how you will personally kill all blood traitors in his name.” 

“I’m sorry what?” 

Umbridge giggles a wicked smile plastered on her face as she turns her back to us, my eyes falling onto Fred’s his holding so much anger inside. 

“I made a mistake, you don’t get a choice.” 

My eyes flick around the room frantically, worry filling my chest as Umbridge turns to face us. 

“Now write, Dear Father.” My hand picks up the quill as it starts to write on the parchment, the words cutting into my hand as I whimper. Fred looks away from the situation as Umbridge tuts. 

“Focus your eyes.” Fred’s body listens to the command as he is forced to watch the words appear on my skin.

“I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you, for throwing you into the cell to rot. I have found myself a boy, a filthy blood traitor who thinks I love him, give me the word Sir and I will send his head to you-” The door swings open as McGonagall gasps in shock. 

“Dolores!” 

Umbridge waves her wand as my body falls limp back in my own control as I snatch the paper from the table, running out of the room as Fred’s footsteps fall behind mine. I run into the girls bathroom as Fred pulls me into his arms. 

“I have to burn it.” I cry, tears falling from my face as he holds my head against his chest. 

I watch as Fred pulls his wand out, taking the parchment with the foul words written on it as he places it in the sink. 

“Incendio” Sparks fall from his wand as the parchment lights on fire, a soft crackle falling upon my ears as I watch the words disappear into ash. 

“Freddie, I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t, baby you have nothing to be sorry for.” He pulls me into his embrace again as we watch the parchment turn to ashes. 

“Fire, in my bathroom?” Myrtle bellows as I turn the water on, washing the ashes down the sink. I look at my reflection quickly, my cheeks stained with tears as I place my hand under the running water, my skin feeling the familiar sting as I wince. 

“Sorry Myrtle.” I sniffle as the ghostly girl stands beside me. 

“You poor thing, I’ve seen this on many students, never twice in a row, this is more reason for you to leave with Mr Weasley.” I smile at Myrtle's words as Fred raises his eyebrow at me. 

“I came in here before to gather my thoughts and Myrtle provided me with relationship advice.” 

Fred nods along, surprise written on his features as he takes my hand from under the water. 

“Episky.” The skin begins to close around itself, the words slowly disappearing as Fred casts the spell on himself, his skin healing. “Stole that one from McGonagall.” 

I chuckle softly shaking my head as his finger tilts my face up to his. 

“I don’t believe any of those words she said, it hurt me more to watch you in pain.” 

“Her comments about my beater skills hurt me more.” I joke as Fred rolls his eyes chuckling. 

I stand on my tippy toes as I kiss his soft lips, his hands falling to my waist as our lips dance against each other. 

“We always warn you.” Myrtle mimics as she disappears into the air. 

“C’mon, we have to find George, we’re leaving tomorrow.” 

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“You have to hold onto me tight okay?” 

“If I fall off, I’m taking you with me.” 

Fred chuckles as he sits on his broom, I swing my leg over the wood, holding onto his waist as he looks over at George. 

“Ready Fred?” 

“Ready George!” 

“Ready Y/n?” They say in unison as I smile wide. 

“Ready boys!” 

The pair take a deep breath as I hold onto Fred tight, my knuckles turning white as we fly into the air, whooshing around the corridors as we fly into the great hall where students are taking their end of semester exams.

I look down at the ground, my breath hitching slightly as the twins start to throw firecrackers around the room, Umbridge screaming and running around. I spot Ron and Harry in the crowd, whistling and cheering on the twins as I pull my wand out, casting a few fireballs in Umbridge’s direction as she dances around the flames. The twins high five each other as they cast the last spell together, a firework dragon roars loud as it chases after Umbridge. Her screams and cries for help fill the air as she runs out of the room, the boys hot on her heels as I cast a spell that causes her rules to collapse around her, shares of glass dancing across the floor as I smile. 

“Pure, mindless, vandalism!” I scream as Umbridge falls to her knees, crying in defeat. 

The twins laugh as they fly away from the campus, a big firework W remaining in the sky as we make our way to diagon alley, to officially start our lives together. 

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It had been a few months filled with love, jokes, sex and everything inbetween. Sales had been through the roof and everyone was coming in to thank/congratulate the twins on their take down of Umbridge. The rain outside fell against the shop windows as I opened the doors for the morning, picking up the Daily Prophet as my stomach dropped at the headline. 

“Mr Y/L/N escapes Azkaban, his motive unknown, Darklord on the rise for second war.”  

“Baby?” I look up and see Fred as my mouth falls open, no words forming as he takes the newspaper from me, his body tensing as George looks over his shoulder, both of the brothers looking at me with anger. Before any of us can speak, the bell on the front door rings as Harry Potter smiles weakly at us. 

“I’m just going to say it, I have a huge favour I need to ask you three.” I feel a hand on the small of my back as Fred stands beside me, all of us waiting for Harry to continue. “I need you to fight with and for me against Voldemort.” My mouth goes dry as I remember my parents fighting in the first war. My heart beats faster at the possibility of seeing my father as I look at the twins, nodding softly. 

“We’re in.”

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