#ur allowed to want more out of the show but pls stop acting like its a heavily serialized show with a lot of filler bc its mainly 'filler'

[spacedlexi]

Just saw your amphibia post and I think your tags kinda describe why I couldn't stick with it. Ppl kept talking about it like gravity falls, owl house, and infinity train, but all of those shows manage to make the eps that don't directly move the plot be the eps that develop the characters. I felt like amph was stagnant on the episodic side while hinting at a serial side that was never fully realized. (I've seen most of s1) -L✨

yeaaah i mean i think its a cute show i dont want people to think i Dislike it but it was not at All what i have seen it described as online. cuz yeah ive seen people lump it in with those other shows (which i have watched and love), but those other shows are Heavily serialized whereas amphibia is very episodic with a general plot that it vaguely follows and sometimes devotes episodes to, but not often. and when it does its over too fast bc of the short run time and we're back to wacky adventure of the week episodes with like.... barely any reflection on the deeper stuff thats happening (specifically post true colors)

and thats not necessarily a bad thing!! episodic shows work in their own right. but in amphibias case it feels caught between both, not really sure what it wants to be, and focuses more on episodic story telling while giving a rare plot centric episode, which impacts the pacing and makes it feel like theyre not devoting enough time to the plot, when i dont think the plot was ever really the goal of the show to begin with. and if it Was then they definitely made some... interesting decisions...

[sammyboyimagines]

stay gold pt.2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus-Size! Reader

Summary: Billy knows exactly how to make you feel better about yourself. He wants to show you exactly what you deserve... 3k words

Warnings: SMUT 18+ NO MINORS (i will tell ur mom, she's right next to me). Degradation, (slut, whore, etc), praise, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it pls), edging, swearing. Idk what else

//okay! sorry this took so long I was busy this weekend! Also I know this is really bad I'm so bad a smut it's ridiculous but I am trying. Let me know if it's okay! Also thank you for the likes and requests. I am working on them!!

After you got in Billy's car, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. His hand was on your thigh the entire way to your house. You could feel yourself getting hotter as he skated his hand further up your leg with each passing mile. "You're a bad influence, you know that, doll? Making me act up." he teases you as he lights the cigarette hanging from his soft lips.

"Oh, like you're Mr. Perfect." you stretch your shirt down further to give him a perfect view of the top of your breasts in the white tank top you chose to wear this morning. You loved how it put him in a trance every time he saw you sporting it. 

Billy knew what made you react, what words to say to get you falling into his arms. "You're gonna be the death of me. I want that shirt off as soon as we get inside. I'm not wasting any time." he took his eyes off the road and looked at you, his gaze full of adoration, not lust. "Need to make my girl realize how amazing she is." you felt your heart hammering in your chest as you listened to his words. He really did know just what to say.

"You're so sweet.." you both had a running joke. Billy despised being called "sweet" by anyone else but you. He didn't want to seem weak around people. "Mhm, you'll regret that sweetheart," he smirks and exhales the cigarette smoke out the window. He loved your teasing, it made him feel like he didn't have to do all the joking and teasing in the relationship. Loving you felt easy. It was a big relief for him. 

"I love you, you know that, right?" he didn't say it often, but when he did, he truly meant it. "Yes, and I love you too. When did you get all sappy on me?" you held his hand, resting them on the middle console. His hands slid from your hand to your thigh again, reminding you of Billy's sensitivity to affection. It didn't bother you because you knew he truly loved you, his love language wasn't verbal.

When you got inside, Billy was anything but gentle. "You're not allowed to wear this shirt anymore. I can't be gawking at you all through class, doll." he practically tore it off of you, and he would have if you didn't stop him to take it off yourself. "could say the same thing about those jeans. Your ass looks amazing in them, baby." you said, laughing at his embarrassed smile.

"We're talking about you right now." Billy couldn't help the smirk that lay across his face as he led you to the bedroom. Without warning, he grasped you, his large hands gripping your ass tight as he pushed you up against the wall. He ignored your yelp. "You're gonna learn tonight, sweetheart. You're gonna learn not to tease me with your tight jeans, and tiny shirts. You're gonna be a good little slut for me, right sweetheart?" he knew you liked being talked to like that. He would never say anything like that if he knew you didn't want it.

Billy didn't give you any time to respond before his lips were pressed to yours, his tongue eventually finding its way to your lips. He'd seen you naked many times before, but this time you were particularly insecure, and Billy wasn't having it. He could tell you weren't fully there in the kiss.

"Sweetheart, everything okay?" his hands held your face. He was really worried now. You never hid anything from him and you figured that you'd hurt him more if you did keep a secret from him.

"I'm just confused. You have girls practically throwing themselves at you, and yet you stay with me." You had kept that thought deep in your mind. Maybe he was pitying you. Though when you looked up from the floor, your eyes met with his angry expression. 

Shit

"Y/n, honey. I don't know who the fuck is putting these ideas in your head, but I don't want anyone else. Even if I could be with anyone else, I wouldn't want to. I want you. You're so fucking gorgeous I can't stand to look at you too long or I'll fall more in love with you." Billy wasn't the best at communicating his feelings, but it warmed your heart every time he did.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you, I want a future with you. Why would I look anywhere else when I've got my life right here in front of me?" His hands had fallen to his sides. It was his sadness that really affected you. As soon as you saw his mad expression turn to a sad frown, you realized how important this was to him.

"Now, can I show you how much I want to be with you?" In your mind, you were picturing what a future with Billy might look like. 

"Show me."

He gently caged you, his hands pressed against the wall you had your back against. He kissed you again, humming when his lips met yours. You felt the excitement rush through your veins as you leaned against him. The look in his eyes when you pulled away was almost sinful. He peppered wet kisses down your jaw onto your neck, leaving marks to let everyone know that you were his. "You can give me some too, so everyone knows I'm yours." the sentiment alone was enough to make you swoon.

Billy didn't waste time pulling off your clothes, in a matter of 20 seconds, your jeans and bra were laying on the floor as he had you pressed against the wall. "Fuck I'll never get used to this." he pecked your lips before leading you to your bedroom. He didn't want to carry you because he knew that it wasn't something you enjoyed. 

"Mmm, take these damn panties off," he ordered you, smacking your ass harshly before you left his side to undress. You enjoyed his rough side. Billy admired many things about you, but one of his favorite parts about you was how open-minded you were. He enjoyed late-night rides with you to random places while Hawkins was asleep. He even let you drive his car once...until you hit a curb and he decided it would be best that he drive.

Billy unbuttoned his top and unzipped his jeans. "Come here, baby." his voice became gruffer the more frustrated he got. It sent shivers throughout your body when his voice got lower. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, he couldn't be bothered to take them all the way off. "On your knees, sweets." he loved using names for you, he loved the way your eyes lit up every time he used a new one you liked.

You got on your knees, the bed behind you as Billy held your cheek in his palm. "You look so good right now, such a good little slut for me." he didn't miss the way your cheeks heated up at the name. "You like that? Being my slut?" he held his dick in his hand, rubbing himself as he tried to keep his cool. He'd blow his load at just the sight of your body, let alone the view of you on your knees ready to take his cock in your mouth.

"Open that pretty mouth for me, slut." Now that he was sure you were okay with it, he'd be a little mean. He inhaled quickly when you grabbed his dick and licked a stripe up his length. "Suck, don't tease me." he grasped your hair, encouraging you to take him in your mouth. He smiles as he gently pushes your head, admiring the way your pretty soft lips wrap around him. "You love this, don't you? Keep going and I'll give you what you want, princess." he let go of your head and let you do the work, which you did with no hesitation.

Your hands were traveling up from your knees to in-between your thighs. Billy smirked, pretending not to notice the way you were desperately trying to get yourself off while pleasing him. "You're such a greedy little slut, might have to fuck it out of you, maybe punish you." he hums as you let out a low moan, your soft lips still wrapped around him. You felt your wall clench around nothing at his words. You gagged around him, his length touching the back of your throat as you suck him off.

That was enough for him to thrust his hips into your face gently, a wave of pleasure rushing through him. "Fuck you're so good at this, doll." His hand reached down to your hair, his head thrown back in pleasure. Billy looked down at you, the spit dribbling down your chin as you managed to deepthroat him to the best of your ability. He groaned, his breathing picking up speed. He pulled you off.

"Look at you, doll. So pretty like this." he wiped the tears from your face, his heart skipping a beat when you smiled at him. "Now, get on the bed." he watched you climb into bed, your legs spread out for him. "Oh no, you're not getting what you want just yet. I have to punish you, remember?" He crawled onto the bed, his body sitting between your thighs. He stroked your thigh gently, each time, his hand would get closer to your heat, exactly where you wanted him.

"I think I'll choose your punishment for you. I'm not gonna give you what you want until you're a begging mess underneath me, not until you realize how beautiful you are." He couldn't contain the devious smirk on his lips as he gently sat you up in front of the body-length mirror across from your bed. 

"You deserve everything, and if I have to tease you for hours for you to finally realize, I'll do it." his fingers found their way to your clit, making you gasp and move your hips to meet his hand. He chuckled evilly. "Mmm, you like that idea? God, you're such a whore, I fuckin' love it," he growled in your ear, making your body shiver in anticipation. (i love you if you got that reference, pls get it)

His large hand cupped your pussy as he slid a finger into your warm walls. You mumbled a few curse words along with his name, and you closed your eyes. He smirked, "Watch your dirty mouth baby or I'll fuck your face again, you'd like that wouldn't you?" he hums. Your head fell back against Billy's shoulder as he fingered you at a slow teasing pace. 

He watched you in the mirror, his hard-on pressing against your back, dripping with precum from the sight of your beautiful full-figured body in the mirror. "Open your fuckin' eyes, doll. I want you to see how sexy you look when you're close." He halted his movements and smacked your thigh, waking you from your pleasured trance. "Open your eyes," he said firmly, a cocky smile plastered across his handsome face.

When you did, you could see yourself in the mirror. You could see him watching you intensely, biting his lip to keep himself from getting too hot. Billy knew your limits, he knew what you liked. You trusted him to give you what you needed, even when you wanted something else.

His pace sped up as he added two more fingers, making you struggle to keep eye contact with the mirror. "C'mon baby, keep staring." You obeyed, watching the way your body squirmed underneath his grip, his other hand splayed across your waist, holding you in place. He went faster, his hips starting to rut against your back as he lost control of his own body just from watching you. "Fuck you're so pretty." he could feel you tighten around his fingers and your loud moans only urged him to keep going. "You wanna come? Yeah?" his voice was mocking you but you didn't care in the slightest. You watched yourself in the mirror, how your figure looked while sitting in front of him as he punished you. It was a beautiful sight, just as he said.

You were right there, so close to coming undone on his fingers, and he stopped. "No please, please I promise I'll be good." you tilted your head back to meet Billy's sharp blue eyes staring back at you. He laughed.

"No, that isn't how this works, sweetheart. Bad girls deserve a punishment. And you've been a bad little slut haven't you?" he smirks when you nod, your fucked out face expressing desperation. "Keep going, and I'll decide what to do with you," you whined in protest and he slapped your thigh again.

After two more times of him stopping just before splendid pleasure, your legs were shaking as you watched yourself moan unashamedly in the full-length mirror. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoy being denied, baby. You look so hot and bothered, maybe you'd like some more?" Billy was only saying to make you beg. He was struggling too. Even he came close a few times.

"No! No please I'll be a good girl just fuck me already. I know I'm pretty you tell me all the time!" you were saying anything to get more friction than you were getting currently. His hand was cupping your overworked pussy, your sensitive clit rubbing against his fingers each time you lifted your hips. 

"What was that? Keep talking." he pressed kisses to your neck as you watched the way hickeys would appear on the soft skin of your neck. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm beautiful. Please I'll do whatever you want, I need you so bad." Billy looked at you through the mirror. 

"You're right, you are beautiful. Now fucking remember it. Okay?" he smirks when you nod frantically. "I think you deserve my cock now, huh? Use your words, slut." he mocks you in a sweet tone, making you look up at him through teary eyes. "Please, Billy." he felt himself grow harder at the mention of his name from your pretty lips.

"I'm still in control sweetheart. You come when I say, got it?" he held your face. "Yes please just fuck me." you could hardly think anymore as he made you lay on your back. He sat back and took a long look at you.

He kissed your head, a small sweet gesture after ruthless teasing. He looked down at you. "You're so amazing and I never want you to feel like you aren't worthy of everything in this world. Doll, I know you don't usually feel insecure like this but next time it happens please tell me." he didn't like to be super cliche or sappy but he always found himself being a total melt when he was around you. It scared him sometimes.

"God, you are so fuckin' sexy. It's been torture watching you get off. I don't know if I'll last long, sweetheart." Billy usually lasted pretty long, but he'd been waiting for about an hour. All he was thinking about was fucking you until you were a sobbing, moaning mess underneath him as he drilled into you. Billy never held back.

Without warning he slammed into you, making you gasp from the suddenness. He thrust into you, his dick hitting your cervix in no time. "Fuck Billy, faster." you felt him slow down, making you whine. "What did I fuckin' say, huh? I'm in charge." he held your thighs up as he drilled into you, the bed shaking with every thrust. He groaned your name as he tried to compose himself. The feeling of your tight warm pussy wrapped around him made him go crazy. 

He eventually sped up, his hands gripping your large thighs tightly. You were sure that his grip would leave bruises the next morning. You were moaning his name over and over like a prayer. "Shit baby you feel so good." his groans became more high-pitched the closer he got.

He kissed up your leg, desperately attempting to keep his cool as the slapping sounds of him slamming into you filled the room. "Fuck please, it feels so good, you're fucking me so good." you didn't even know what you were begging for. 

"Mmm, I know, baby, I know. Nobody can make you feel this good, right? Say it. I wanna hear you say it." you were barely processing his words at this point. His dick was hitting all the right spots as he pressed soft warm kisses on your chest and neck. After seconds of silence, he slams into you harder, making you scream out in pleasure.

"Fuck Billy! No, no one can make me feel this good-" your orgasm came quickly as Billy roughly slammed into you. You're right on the edge as he sucks your nipples, watching your pretty face contort in pleasure as he bites down gently. "I can feel it, baby, I know you close. Come for me sweetheart," he mumbles into your neck, his own orgasm close behind.

"Scream my name, let everyone know what a fucking slut you are for me. Look at me while you come baby I wanna see those pretty fuckin' eyes." he was saying anything to make sure everyone know that you were his. 

"Gonna fuck you at school next time, let those fuckin' losers know how gorgeous you sound while I'm fucking the shit out of you. Mmm, you sound so pretty." that took you over the edge. You screamed his name as you forced yourself to keep your eyes open to watch Billy groan and stare at you. "Good girl, so good for me." he was rambling, his pace slowing down as he reached his high. "Fuck I love you so much." he moans into your mouth as he kisses your lips roughly.

After you both came down from your highs, Billy kissed you sweetly. "Jesus that was amazing. Do you need anything, sweetheart?" he lay next to you, his sturdy arms holding you close to him. You were speechless. You just nodded and smiled at him. He nodded back. "I'll run you a bath and we'll order some pizza or something. We've been at it for 2 hours and I'm hungry." he kisses your head. "I love you so much, I'd do anything to make you feel confident in yourself. You know that right?" he checked in with you. You finally found the words. "Yes, and I love you too." you watched his eyes light up. "Never change, Y/n. Stay gold." you laugh at his reference to the Outsiders.

"Nerd." you tease him. He chuckles and moves your hair out of your face. "Don't test me baby, maybe I'll feel like another round tonight. Think you could handle that?" he smirks, knowing you absolutely could not handle a second round.

"That's what I thought." he walked to the bathroom, and you threw whatever was closest at him and deemed it successful revenge.

//okay thank you! Let me know if there are improvements to be made (constructive criticism please).

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hemlooo ur request are open yay>< can I request a nightmare animatronic x platonic C.C?

So basically Reader is a nightmare animatronic wanting to kill c.c,he dosen't know about them until it's too late and he gets jumpscared..but when Reader sees how c.c is really scared and just a child they just pick him up and protect/cuddle him on his bed? Comforting him 'till he calms down n protecting him from other nightmares<3 sorry its long pls feel free to ignore/delete it

-🧅

Yeah! Also I'm kinda on the bandwagon of CC's name being Evan so I'll be calling him that in future writing!

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'Just another helpless brat who's making a fool out of us...I'll make sure he never sleeps again..'

Hiding in the shadows of the dark house, your claws curled into your fists, long teeth gnashed as your glowing optics searched the hallway. You were aiming for an opening, hoping to catch your newest prey by surprise.

According to your fellow Nightmares, this boy was using a flashlight to keep them at bay, using clever tactics such as relying on his hearing. He was smart for exploiting your weaknesses, you'll give him credit for that.

But now he seems to be treating this as some "fun game". Only Plushtrap and Balloon Boy would wanna play silly games...not you, though.

You wanted this foolishness to end. So you finally manifested in his dreams, joining your friends. Except you didn't want him knowing you existed until the last possible second.

From your observations, the others approached him from the doors, closet, the bed behind him, or a combination of these places. But you realized he never considered one thing:

Looking up.

Conveniently you can turn yourself invisible, so your new plan was to sneak in while he was checking one of the doors. It was time for your own clever tactics.

He'll never see you coming.

Finally, you made your move when he was occupied with checking the right door, sneaking in through the left. Then you scaled the wall and clung to the ceiling, lying in wait as you anticipated his reaction when you inevitably descend upon him and tear the flesh from his bones.

You didn't plan to drop down just yet. A part of you was curious as to how this boy acted, fighting for his own life when most children you've haunted would simply scream and hide.

So you just observed him quietly and patiently.

...........

On the brink of hyperventilation, Evan couldn't understand why all of the Nightmares were so aggressive this night. They wouldn't drop clawing at the doors, Foxy kept scratching the closet blinds, and the Freddles showed up quicker and took longer to leave his bed.

It was like..they wanted to remind him of his upcoming birthday. It didn't help he got left behind at the diner today either. The animatronics just seemed to stare at him, watching his every move as he tried finding the exit.

He shivered a little. The Fredbear plush told him this was his way of conquering his fear of them once and for all. But if that was the case then...why hasn't he gotten any braver? He knows the Nightmares' routines. So they should be easier to stave off.

Once he stopped hearing Chica's breathing from the right door, he sighed and backed off, turning around-

To see the left door was partially open.

His heart sunk into his stomach, wondering if Bonnie got in, but he didn't see the giant blue rabbit anywhere in sight.

That terrified him more than anything. Not knowing where these monsters are when they were somewhat predictable in their movement is what scared him the most.

Then he heard heavy breathing from above.

With a quiet whimper, Evan shakily pointed the flashlight upwards and soon his gaze followed, expecting to see Bonnie.

But it was someone new.

You, a nightmarish animatronic beast resembling some [animal]. Your whole body turned from translucent to opaque the moment the light hit your face. He could see you clinging to the ceiling, your neck craned in such a way that allowed you to stare straight into his eyes.

And you roared, a horrify demonic screech, though only for a brief moment.

The brunette screamed and dropped the flashlight before he collapsed to the floor, curling up and shielding his face from whatever pain you were about to inflict on him.

Yet it didn't come. At least not immediately, though now he was too much of a sobbing mess to care.

Seeing him resort to bursting into tears left you quite confused. He didn't run away at all or try to burn your retinas with the light. You expected him to have at least some fight left in him.

Where did all of that go? Was he only pretending to be brave?

Usually, that'd make you chuckle. Seeing these spoiled brats act all high and mighty until you show up often filled you with delight. It made your job more fun.

But now it didn't seem so fun. Not in the slightest.

He was just bawling on the floor--a pitiful defenseless morsel finally at his limit. Maybe you were the last straw for him, being someone new and unpredictable. And he just can't take it anymore.

Now that you see what he truly looks and acts like...you realize he's definitely the youngest kid you've ever haunted. It was a surprise to think that he was like this all along when the others considered him the devil for outsmarting them.

But in reality? He was just a little kid who was terrified to the core. Plain and simple.

Sympathy and guilt weren't in your dictionary, but...they were in your mind, eating away at you like a parasite. And you eventually caved into these foreign feelings, deciding not to go through with killing him.

Dropping from the ceiling as quietly as you could, your limbs shifted back into place. And you carefully scooped up the crying child into your arms. You tried making him as comfortable as you could, but it was difficult granted how damaged your suit was.

Evan realized this and sniffled, too shocked to immediately panic at being so close to an animatronic. He even stopped crying at the moment from utter disbelief. "Wh-Wha..."

"I'm sorry for scaring you, child," you rumbled in a slightly garbled voice, trying to sound nurturing. But it didn't quite work as he just flinched anyway. "I won't hurt you."

"P-Put me down..please."

Nodding, you walked over to his bed and gently set him down, shooing away the trio of Freddles that gathered. "Go. He's mine now." You growled.

To his surprise, they zipped right off, though he sniffled and hugged his Fredbear plush to his chest. "Aren't you Freddy's friend? That might make him mad and..h-he might-"

"No, he won't come after you. I'll make sure the bed's too heavy for him to crawl out under." You chuckled, hoping to make some light humor as you sat down beside him. The mattress creaked slightly.

Then you looked down at him, seeing that his tears were still falling. It felt a little awkward considering the scare you gave him only moments ago, but you wanted to make amends somehow. "So...what's your name, kiddo?"

"E-Evan.."

"Evan. I'm..[y/n], but you probably already knew that."

"I-I don't..I've..never seen you at the diner before." Evan looked up at you. "Are you new?"

"Ah..I'm from a rival restaurant." You chuckled. "It's not open yet but my face has been in ads, posters...and a cameo in that silly TV show you watch."

"Huh? Y-You know I watch..F-Fredbear & Friends?"

"...I know almost everything about you. After all, you created us. Or at least..that's what Fredbear says."

"Wait, my plushie??"

"Oh..you haven't met HIM yet. Nightmare Fredbear. He's quite a-"

"No...there's more?! I-I..I can't do this!! I can't do it!!!" Evan was starting to panic again, tears in his eyes as he hugged himself. "I-I know I'm scared of y-you all, but..I...I don't wanna be! And..I don't know how to stop!"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to tell him. You weren't very good at this one-to-one talk at all, especially not with a panicky crybaby kid.

Sighing, you set a gentle hand on his back. "Well I erm...think you're already doing a good job."

"I-I am?"

"Yeah. I mean..you're talking to me right now. So isn't that a start?"

He whimpered lightly, though he was starting to see the logic in your words. All he could do was nod, but that was okay with you.

You smiled a bit, despite knowing your smiles weren't exactly the most "friendly." However you stopped when he began staring at you, his expression changing.

"Y-Your suit..it's...?"

"Huh?" Looking down, you realized your torso's plush casing was reforming itself, repairing the damages. The holes and cracks were much smaller now. You held your hand to your chest to make sure it was real. And it was.

"That's pretty cool."

"Why did it do that?"

"Maybe it's because...you're becoming less afraid of me." You believed. "You're not seeing me as some mindless monster anymore. You see me as a normal [y/n], not a nightmare [y/n]. Heh, even I feel more whole than before."

In this moment Evan realized that..maybe there was hope for him after all. He could overcome his fears and not let the Nightmares make his dreams miserable. If he could fix you then..maybe he could fix the others?

Maybe he can do something good with his life for once instead of being so useless and cowardly.

Now he was tearing up again, but for a different reason. Though you didn't quite understand that at first and began to worry. "Evan..this is a good thing. You'll be able to move past these nightmares and wake up feeling better-"

"Th-That's the thing..I..I-I don't know if I wanna wake up now. You've been nicer to me th-than..than anybody this week..or even my whole life. And...I-I..." But he was cutoff by his own sobs.

"I've been "nicer" than anyone in your life? I..I only spared you, kiddo. That's not exactly-"

Though you froze as he pressed his face against your stomach, feeling the fabric growing damp as he clutched at the rips in your suit.

You severely underestimated how many tears this kid had stored in him.

While blubbering he spilled out everything wrong in his life. Granted most of his speech was muffled but you picked up a few things:

His older brother's bullying, his father's neglect, his sister getting more attention, the party he dreads..and other things that made you realize how truly terrible reality was for him.

Even in his own dreams, he can't escape that. He was so neglected that he had a meltdown over you simply not killing him.

And apparently he did cherish you and the other animatronics, considering your plushie forms as "friends", even. It was just his family that made him so terrified of you all. None of this was his fault.

Seeing that he was trusting you this much to the point of sobbing on you was a surprise, but you didn't want to abuse that--nor did you want any of the others taking advantage of that. So you hugged him gently as you looked around the room; you'd pet his hair but you didn't want your cold metal claws freaking him out.

Evan cried for what seemed like hours--then again time moves differently in his dream, but he cried for a long time before he showed signs of calming down. Once he did, you carefully pulled him off you to look at his tearstained face and large brown eyes.

"Th-Thank you.." He hiccupped. "I..I didn't mean to say-"

"No, I understand you better now. Your life has been sad and pitiful...full of anxiety and uncertainty, no?"

"Yeah..I just wish it wasn't like that all the time." Evan shivered slightly, prompting you to take the blanket and bring it over him. "I hate being scared..i-it's stupid.."

"It's not stupid. Everybody fears something."

"Even you?"

"..Sure..I guess I fear...hurting someone who doesn't actually deserve it."

His eyes widened as he stared at you. "Y-You don't think I deserve...a-any of this?" He began tearing up again, but not out of fear this time.

"The others might think you do, but I see what you're really like up close and..this sort of cruelty is most undeserved. If I had the power to stop all of this..I would. Believe me, Evan." You frowned slightly.

The young Afton nodded, rubbing his nose. Through blurry vision he could see the clock was already on 5 AM. Soon this nightmare will be over, but he dreaded the next night. He didn't want you to leave just yet.

"I'll keep you safe as best I can." You promised, carefully petting his hair with your fingertips. "Just rest and let this night pass. I can't change much about your reality, but I can protect you here in your dreams."

"..a-are you sure?"

"Yes. No Nightmare will lay a hand on you. All I ask in return is that my body is fixed. Just keep talking to me, okay?"

"A-Alright. I promise."

"Good. Now be brave and wake up."

The moment you said that, the alarm clock went off and Evan nearly fell out of bed. He opened his eyes and looked around, not seeing you anywhere. To his disappointment, he was hugging a tearstained pillow the entire time.

It was nowhere near as soft and comforting as you were. Ironic he considered "soft" and "comforting" as adjectives for the thing he was terrified most of, but you somehow were.

As he looked up, he found an animal plushie taped to the ceiling--which resembled you. Michael probably thought it was another cheap little prank that was gonna make him bawl first thing in the morning.

But he wasn't freaking out at all.

No, instead he felt...reassured that you'll protect him. He probably shouldn't have trusted you so easily, knowing you look no different from the monsters who wanted him dead.

Though maybe..looks aren't everything.

You had more heart than anyone in his life, and you were a terrifying monstrous animal robot.

Evan didn't understand how that worked, but if you truly meant what you said then...

Maybe things will be fine.

And tomorrow will be a better day, not just another day.

[momowho34]

Here are some jewish myths you might still believe!!!!

(Pls read and reblog I’m tired of people echoing shit like this)

Jesus was not a rabbi. He lived a hundred years before rabbinic judaism even started to develop. Please stop saying this as if it lends him credence in our religion, because no. It doesn’t.

Yeah, Jesus was jewish, but he also rejected mainstream Judaism and hated it. Stop pretending he means anything to us. Idk if you guys have even read your own books, Matthew is like 60% about how the Pharisees are bad and wrong and evil for sticking to the traditions that have kept them alive for 100s of years. It’s also, y’know, historically inaccurate to the actual behavior of the Pharisees in that time period. Seriously man he is not ours and means nothing to us, keep your Jesus and stop trying to shoehorn him into judaism.

Our god is not yours “minus the Jesus.” In trinity terms; divide the Holy Spirit by the Father and then subtract the Son and that is a bare bones grasp of what god appears as for Jews.

Jews are not white as a whole. Are there white Jews? Yes. Are there jews who are literally every other skin tone? Also yes!! We are all over the place. India, numerous Middle Eastern countries, Morocco, Spain, and a lot more I can’t be bothered to list. You are actively hurting poc jews by pretending that all jews are European, holy shit stop doing that please!!! Most white jewish people are Ashkenazi, which is just one type of judaism.

Actually, the historical relationship between Jews and Muslims is a lot more complicated then you think it is. Sometimes we got along, sometimes we didn’t. Some would argue that Jews were treated better by Islamic caliphates in the Middle Ages then they were by Christian kingdoms. Stop trying to pretend we are and have always been “arch nemeses” or some fucking bullshit (that would be the Amalekites for us, actually, and not the Muslims) Also we’re honestly more similar to them when it comes to traditions then christians so like take that into account thanks

Hey guys listen to Romani when they talk about the Holocaust too!!!!! Please, they have a different experience/perspective and deserve to have their voices heard. Don’t pretend they don’t exist and that it didn’t effect them because uh.... it did. To a degree that I don’t think I can properly explain. Do not overlook them and then pretend it’s just because ur a “jewish ally” or whatever the fuck.

Stop pretending that we’re the same as Christianity. We aren’t. Stop stop stop holy shit stop. That’s not how any of this works at all. Christianity is so so so different, it takes like a handful of jewish beliefs and runs with them. Christianity is its own thing and so is Judaism, stoppp.

Not all Jews are zionists. some are explicitly anti-zionists. Not all zionists are anti-Semitic, but some of them are. Basically, jews aren’t inherently zionists and anti-Zionism isn’t inherently antisemitic. That being said, some people do use anti-Zionism as a cover for their anti-semitism. Watch out for those people, they’re not that hard to spot. That’s all I’m going to say about that, don’t want to start on this issue because it isn’t what this list is about.

Jews never actually lived by the literal laws of the Torah. We did not stone people. There is no archeological evidence of that and actually more evidence pointing to the opposite. jewish communities actually held capital punishment as being inherently immoral and was very very very rarely used in some communities. Understand that. Don’t ever say shit like “but the Jews used to live by the Bible too, and they stoned gay people!!!” No. No we didn’t. Ever. Nobody did that in ancient times.

Guess what, jews are not rich or greedy! what the fuck are you talking about??? Quit it please. This stereotype has literally been used since the Middle Ages to alienate Jews as a more privileged “other” that deserve their prosecution. Stop stop please stop, please!!!!! People actually believe this shit and commit hate crimes, stop, even as a sarcastic joke.

The Old Testament is not the same as the Torah/Tanakh. It’s just not? For one thing, the Old Testament is a translation of a cut down version of a translation of a different modified version, so no. Not the same. Also the books are ordered differently and the sections are mixed up.

God does not abandon the Jews in the Tanakh or the Old Testament for that matter. It’s like... sort of implicated to happen between the two testaments in Christianity. The Old Testament basically structured the books non-chronologically so that the last one would be Malachi because his prophecies are supposed to echo Jesus. We end the Tanakh on Nehemiah, and there is no “New Testament” for us because there’s only one and it ends at the end of the story.

Antisemitism is definitely still a thing. I don’t know who the fuck told you about this one? The Jews got treated like shit after the holocaust, and some of the few survivors 70 years later got reparations so now everybody’s acting like antisemitism doesn’t exist. It does. It really, really fucking does. Please listen to us.

Holocaust denial isn’t “a fringe conspiracy theory,” it’s genuinely awful and dangerous and hurts real people. I’m serious about this one, holocaust denial (and any genocide denial for that matter, whether it’s talking about the Armenian genocide or Holdomer or any others) is legit dangerous. Pay attention to it and have 0% tolerance for that shit

You are allowed to be invited to a jewish event if you’re not jewish! We literally do not care. Respectfully participating in traditions if you’re invited to is fine! The issue is when people take a jewish tradition and twist it into something for them. That’s a no-no, but getting invited to a seder/bar mitzvah/bris is fine. just show respect to traditions you see, even if you don’t entirely understand them. Do that and you’ll be fine.

Jews are a ridiculously diverse group of people with a lot of different beliefs! We all have vastly different ideas of fucking everything from god to the purpose of pomegranates (not a joke). Accept that we think differently form eachother and aren’t a monolith please

These are all the ones I could think of lol, jewish friends add more if you can think of some. Ok and encouraged to reblog for everyone.

[suguruverse]

hey!! i love your best friends hcs, and i was wondering if you could do one with bokuto and akaashi (or fukurodani in general) :) tysm

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BOKUTO AND AKAASHI

includes - bokuto koutaro and akaashi keiji

a/n - my two fav boys!! hope you enjoy this bby <33

- you guys are just never apart?? like no one has ever seen one of you guys without seeing the other two

- you guys either met because you were in akaashi’s class and he asked you to be bokuto’s tutor because akaashi was busy or you’re the vbc manager

- and after spending so much time with them, you ended up developing certain aspects of both their personalities

- i feels like bokuto and akaashi and both the types of people to blow their money on you and you always complain about them saving money, but they never listen to you

- they both think that you deserve the world and more for dealing with them

- bokuto is extremely spontaneous, so there is no doubt that he won’t call you and akaashi to go on an adventure at 2am

- the group hugs are immaculate 

- honestly most of the friendship is just you and akaashi babysitting bokuto

- THEY LOVE YOUR SMILE AND ALWAYS SAY THAT YOU HAVE A SMILE OF AN ANGEL FKEBFKEJ <33

- will do everything and anything just for you to keep smiling

- they will defend you to the death

- there is no way they allow anyone to talk down on you

- if you ever ask them to bring to do something for you, they will do it, no questions asked

- if you have periods, then akaashi is your man

- he has pads, tampons, painkillers, heat pads, basically anything you need in his bag AND his locker

- bokuto isn’t too sure but he does know that you’re in a lot of pain and that you always want affection, so he will drop everything and anything to get something you need

- you guys have matching bracelets, yk the one with the beads, yup and bokuto made it for you for your ‘1 year friendiversary’

- they are definitely the emotional support over logical solution type of guys

- they just wanna see you happy always

- personal space? no, just no.

- bokuto HAS to be touching you in some type of way

- whether it’s hugging you, holding your hand or even latching onto your sleeve or shirt

- BOKUTO LITERALLY WHINES WHENEVER HE’S WITHOUT YOU OR AKAASHI

- EVEN WORSE WHEN HE’S NOT WITH EITHER OF YOU

- that’s why you guys facetime every night and fall asleep on call

- bokuto also just holds onto you out of nowhere and at really random places, while akaashi just looks at you guys, kinda wanting to join in

- one look at your face and they can somehow tell everything about your emotional state

- one time akaashi just walked up to you out of nowhere, handed you your fav candy, drinks and tissues, hugged you and just said:

“y/n, it’s okay, i’m so damn proud of you okay? it’s okay to cry sometimes”

- did you cry for the next two hours? obviously. did he complain that his shirt was now covered in tears and snot? of course not.

- bokuto saw your red-shot eyes and immediately started complaining about why you didn’t come to him for comfort as well

- IDC WHAT YALL SAY, CUDDLING WITH BOKUAKA??? PERFECTION

- you may not be able to breathe with bokuto squeezing you, but yk, he’s warm, so you aren’t complaining

- bokuto literally has no boundries with you

- he will follow you to the bathroom so he can continue with his story, will strip in front of you etc.

- and he will find no problem with that

- they will show you off no problem

- having conversations with someone in their class? the are constantly bringing you up

- pls if you have a competition of any sort, they are front row cheering you on

- if you’re interested in someone, they’re supportive (kinda)

- bokuto will grab onto your shirt and then hug you as tight as he can because he doesn’t want to lose one of his best friends

- they do daily check ins to make sure you’re eating and drinking water

- bokuto tries to do pranks on you but you always catch on and go with it, but once you did this and he got scared because he thought you actually believed him

- akaashi once called you ‘darling’ as a dare, but you loved it so much, that he cals you that on the daily now

- bokuto 100% shows his love and appreciation for you through physical touch and words of affirmation

- akaashi is more of a quality time, acts of service kinda guy

gc name: y/n’s sexy bodyguards

bokuto: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU, ME AND ‘KAASHI ARE AT THE GATES, HURRY UP I MISS YOU <333

akaashi: yes y/n hurry, bokuto-san is going to actually going to start crying on my shoulder

bokuto: ‘KAASHI NO IM NOT, STOP LYING IN FRONT OF Y/N

bokuto: y/n pls hurry baby, you already know movie night starts at 6 :(( where are you :((

bokuto: miss you already pls reply :(

bokuto: if ur mad at me or ‘kaashi just tell us 

bokuto: why aren’t you replying baby???????? :((((

akaashi: calm down, she probably got caught up doing something for a teacher

akaashi: but yes darling, please hurry, you should know that movie night starts at 6 and its already 5:30

you: MY BABIESSS :((( M SORRY, yumekawa-san wanted to talk to me about something

akaashi: from the basketball team? what did he need you for?

bokuto: HEY HEY ‘KAASHI, WHOS THAT

you: oh well... he asked me out :))

akaashi: oh.. wait what

bokuto: WHO DID, WHO DID, NOOOOO Y/N DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE, ILL BE YOUR BOYFRIEND JUST DON’T LEAVE ME AND ‘KAASHI ALONE

akaashi: bokuto-san calm down, if she said yes, that’s her business. they’re very beautiful, sweet, kind and helpful. it’s no wonder way yumekawa-san asked them out

bokuto: ‘KAASHI I ALREADY KNOW THEY’RE ALL THOSE THINGS BUT I STILL DON’T LIKE IT. THEY’RE MINE

bokuto: y/n, y/n, do you like him back? :(((

you: of course not kou!! i rejected him so there’s no need to worry

akaashi: oh thank god

you: huh???

akaashi: nothing

bokuto: YAY YAY YAY, Y/N I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU, DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAINNNN :((

you: i know, i’m sorry kou, i’m on my way to you guys right now!!

bokuto: OK OK SEE YOU SOOM MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH <33

you: mwah mwah see you soon my love

akaashi: stay safe darling

bokuto: kiss :(

akaashi: mwah mwah 

bokuto: :)) thank you ‘kaashi

akaashi: no worries, bokuto-san

[chaosangel767]

Hi. Can I pls request for The army bois with a mc who uh- sleeps with a stuffed animal lol or a pillow hugger Pls and ty :) (also ur my fav hc writer, it took a while to get the courage to ask lol, if u do this then tytytytytytyyyyyy) if it's too much then pls ray, lance, jonah, fenrir and luka ^^

Of course you can! ❤ I absolutely adored making this HC list. I love stuffed animals and body pillow so this hit pretty close to home. Enjoy! 😘

HC’s: How they react to a Pillow hugging/Stuffy Loving MC Pt. 1

❤ Lancelot ❤

His Alice is a stuffy lover. At first he was really curious about it. He doesn’t understand why a stuffed animal is so comforting to you. He never had one in his childhood and can’t wrap his head around it.

When he realizes how much better you sleep holding a stuffed animal he stops wondering and just accepts it. He wants to make sure you are comfortable since he works a lot and can’t always hold you at night.

He buys you a stuffed Lion so that you have something to hold from him, he doesn’t like seeing you hold things that he didn’t buy. You take right to the lion and he is happy to see how receptive you are to the gift. Seeing you asleep holding the lion he got you always makes him want to work faster so he can hold you.

He’ll always hold you and make sure the Lion’s in your arms so that you don’t wake up worried.

He added a magic crystal to the center of the lion so that it can be warmed up. It will stay warm for an hour or so before cooling off.

Lancelot hears soft whimpers from the bed where you lay. He creeps closer to see you on your side holding your stomach, the lion in your arms.

“Alice, are you okay?” His voice is laced with worry and you whimper, clutching the lion closer to your stomach as another cramp rips through your abdomen causing a cry to fall from your lips. Understanding what is going on, the King of Hearts lays behind you and pulls you into his arms.

“Can I see the lion for a moment?” Lancelot asks, resting one warm hand on your abdomen, you nod and reluctantly give up your beloved stuffy. Lance pressed a hand to its stomach and a soft glow emits from the lion's stomach. He gives it back to you, pressing the lion to your stomach, warmth emitting from the animal.

“Lance,” you sigh as the pain in your abdomen starts to lessen and you are able to drift off in the arms of your lover, holding the warm stuffed animal. Lancelot ends up holding you for the rest of the afternoon, making sure the lion helped with any pain and keeping you warm, he loved having you in his arms and seeing you hold the lion and just be vulnerable moved him so much. He makes a silent promise to make sure you are always relaxed and smiling.

❤ Jonah ❤

Jonah doesn’t understand why you have to steal the extra pillows at night to cuddle, especially his favorite fluffy pillow.

He will fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up to find you away from him with a pillow in your arms.

He gets a little jealous at the fact you would rather cuddle the pillow and it takes a while for him to understand it isn’t something that you fully control when you sleep.

Jonah buys a large pillow for you to cuddle and relaxes a little when he sees how happy it makes you.

"Why sleep with that when you can have me?" Jonah huffs as you sheepishly tell him that you can’t sleep without holding a pillow. He crosses his arms and looks away, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. Jonah doesn't understand how you can cuddle a pillow. That night you fall asleep cuddling him, but wake up with your back against him cuddling a pillow.

A few days go by with this pattern, Jonah is still a little huffy about having to share his night time cuddles with a pillow. He has you close your eyes though and when you open them he is holding a large pillow, it is even bigger than his and is super soft and smells like strawberries.

“If you are going to cuddle a pillow I want it to remind you of me. I don't like that you cuddle just any pillow” He explains looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. He is secretly happy that you adore the pillow not that he would ever admit it.

Jonah’s new favorite sight is coming back to his room after a long day to see you cuddling the pillow he got you fast asleep. He gets used to cuddling you around the pillow and even enjoys it

♠️ Ray ♠️

Ray is super worried when he notices you haven't been sleeping great since staying with him.

Eventually you admit you usually fall asleep with a stuffed animal. You reveal the animal you had been using that Seth had bought you.

Ray doesn't understand why you are so nervous about it. He kisses you and pulls you into his arms, stuffed animal and all.

He eventually gets you a cat stuffed animal, he doesn’t like the fact you are cuddling something so close that another man got you.

He gets a cat that can also hold a magic crystal and heat up, it quickly becomes your favorite of your stuffed animals.

Ray will shower you with various stuffed animals and lets you keep them in a box under the bed for when you need comforting.

"Hey weirdo, why are you acting all shy?" Ray presses a kiss to your cheek as you look away.

"It's embarrassing" Your voice is muffled since you're hiding it in the stuffed animal Seth got you. Ray softly finds your chin-and lifts your gaze to his. He softly brushes your hair away from your face and takes in your nervous eyes.

“Why?” His voice is gentle as he tries to understand the big deal, clearly this is something important to you and he is trying to understand. You sigh defeated and tell him about the comments you have received in the past about how childish it is and that you were scared of what he was going to think. Ray wraps his arms around you and holds you against him, letting you bury your face as he softly rocks you.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. Everyone has ways they fall asleep, or wierd little quirks." He softly encourages you. The two of you get ready for bed in silence while Ray pulls you into his arms letting you comfortingly hold the stuffed animal, you relax against him and keep the animal tight in your arms, you sleep much better that night.

The next morning Ray leaves early and you feel a little nervous still about your little secret coming out into hiding. Your fears are soon quelled when Ray comes back that night with a cat stuffed animal that has a crystal in its stomach allowing it to heat up for pain or for comfort. You hug him tightly, starting to cry at how happy the little cat makes you.

"See Alice, all that matters is that you are sleeping well and happy. "Ray murmurs as he demonstrates the crystal feature and keeps you close to him, pressing another kiss to your forehead before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You thank your stars that you have such a caring, understanding boyfriend as you drift off.

♠️ Luka ♠️

He is confused when you don't want to sleep in the same bed as him. He thinks he did something wrong. He gets really confused and upset, trying to find out what is wrong.

You sheepishly tell him that it is because you have to sleep with a stuffed animal. Luka is slightly confused so you bring him to your room and show him your horde of stuffed animals in the closet. Seth has been giving you cute ones when he finds them after he stumbled on your hobby.

You explain to Luka that they comfort you and Luka tentatively picks one up, not sure how to feel.

He gets a little jealous that Seth knew about your hobby before he did and that Seth has been buying you stuffed animals.

He goes out and gets you a few new ones to keep in his room for when you stay the night. In secret he actually likes running his fingers along the fur of one of the stuffed animals, he can see the appeal of them.

Luka absolutely adores coming back from his late night training to see you curled up in his bed with one of the stuffed animals he bought you. He will fall asleep holding you and the stuffed animals. He’s been sleeping for most of the night since you look so adorable.

Definitely bought matching stuffed animals for you two for your anniversary.

“Fine, do you promise not to laugh?” you look skeptically at Luka who gives a serious nod. You lead him to your room and pull a box from under the bed that is filled with stuffed animals that Seth bought you once he found out you don’t sleep well without them.

“What are these?” Luka pulls a hamster stuffed animal from the box softly running his hands along the soft stuffed animal.

“They are stuffed animals, they make great cuddle companions” You answer and Luka looks confused.

“Why do you hide them?” He looks up meeting your eyes with his inquisitive amber gold ones.

“It is considered childish in my world to have them at my age, but they comfort me and I have trouble sleeping without them. Seth got me these when I first arrived, I’ve been using them ever since. ” I look away in shame as I explain and Luka catches my chin.

“It's okay, I understand.” Luka picks up the hamster one and pulls you out of the room, bringing the stuffed animal and you back to his room for the night.

The next day off he goes out and finds the softest, cutest stuffed animals for you and gives them to you for his room. He runs his fingers along them and smiles softly as he watches your face completely light up at them.

He comes in from training that night to see you cuddling two of them and his heart absolutely melts as he pulls you close, stroking the stuffed animals as well as stroking your hair.

♠️ Fenrir ♠️

Fenrir is extremely calm when he finds out you tend to steal and hug his pillows as you sleep. He finds out by waking up a few nights in a row with his pillow missing from under his head and being in your arms. Apparently you can take his pillow from under his head while he is sleeping and he thinks it is the funniest thing.

Even though you are mortified, he just smiles at you and wraps you up in a hug pulling you and the pillow close to him.

He teases you a little about it, but honestly this boy falls more in love with you, you are so cute curling up hugging a pillow.

He enjoys seeing you so peaceful and if that means getting you a pillow to hold then that is what the Ace of Spades will do for you. The man will find the perfect pillow for you, he has a custom case made for you as well.

He gets used to cuddling you from behind so you can still hold the pillow, he loves wrapping you up in his arms, the pillow rarely gets in the way now.

"Stop laughing" you pout and cross your arms as the Ace of Spades laughs at you.

"There's nothing to be nervous of," Fenrir reaches out to cup your cheek. You brush him off and run your hand through your hair.

"It's embarrassing "You growl, feeling the shame that always settles within you when you are confronted with your sleeping habits.

"Babe, you know there is nothing wrong with hugging a pillow when you sleep right?” You can hear the laughter in his voice and turn away and pout, feeling his arms hold me close, I could feel his chest shaking in laughter.

"Why are you laughing so much?" You growl and Fenrir rests his head against my check.

"I'm laughing because you keep stealing my pillow. From under my head. While I sleep. You creep. "He laughs and you huff, bonking him with a pillow.

"It's not my fault" You yell at him and he sighs, raising his hands.

“Okay Babe I understand, I'm done teasing you. You just look so cute all cuddled up with my pillow " Fenrir apologizes and you feel bad for yelling. A kiss and cuddles make everything better.

2 days later Fenrir comes home with a pillow for you to cuddle that is larger than his and has a custom case. You fall instantly in love, cuddling the pillow and you stop stealing Fenrir’s pillow. Fenrir immediately cuddles you and lets you hold your new pillow, finding your smile the cutest thing in the world as he holds you.

[elysianslove]

hi eli bby !! its me vio again shhshf

i loved ur vball player crush hcs w miya twins && suna and can i have that too w sakusa, semi && shirabu ? MY UNDERRATED BOYS CRIES SM <//3 thank u sm <33

hiiiii my love!!! tysm for requesting these boys i love them so much. i hope you like this lysm <3

sakusa kiyoomi 

considering what i’ve seen in the anime, and some manga panels, i really don’t think omi’s a peoples person. so even in school, i doubt he was very involved with other students, and probably kept to himself 

he’s also hyper-aware of his surroundings constantly, including the people around him, so the fact that he noticed you wasn’t a shock

it’s that he noticed you, and then he couldn’t stop thinking about you

probably had some dream about you that same night that cursed him with a crush on you yk the dreams i’m talking about right? 

he still continues to keep to himself, and whenever he spots you from his peripheral vision he just dashes out of there. he realizes that forcing himself to act normally around you might actually improve his situation and help him get over whatever this stupid crush was but he was not taking any chances

he also knew nothing about you, just your last name! 

so anyways both the boys and girls vbc’s are heading the same school, so they got one bus for the both of you and combined them. 

because his general dislike for crowds, omi usually sits out in the front, especially because the door to the bus is right next to him. idk he just seems like the kind to map out an escape plan for every room/vehicle he enters i don’t have a reason why i think so

the game was happening on a weekend, really early, like way too early, so it wasn’t a surprise that you were tired. it’s an unspoken rule that those who sit in the back make a lotta noise and all that, so you opted for the front seats instead to at least try and rest a bit before the game

you don’t sit directly next to him, but there’s only an aisle separating the two of you

because, yk, manners, you give him a small smile before saying, “good morning!” and settling in your seat, your bag between your legs

omi on god freezes up lmfao

he doesn’t mean to sound so rude but it just comes out that way! he says something along the lines of “what are you doing here?” and immediately regrets it after it leaves his lips. he visibly cringes 

but instead of being thrown off, you just laugh, and sakusa curses everything behind his mask because holy shit were you gorgeous and wow was his stomach just somersaulting 

not a nice feeling 

you explain to him briefly that you’re on the vbc and you were heading to play the girls of the same school he was gonna play against and all that, and he just hums and nods and tries to ignore the thump thump thump of his heart 

you don’t really interact during the bus ride going to, it’s coming back that you do 

you tell him that you managed to glimpse the last bit of his game, where he was landing a spike, and you complimented his skills and pointed out his freakish wrist move 

he noted that he didn’t get to see you play and your brain went opportunity! 

you go “well maybe you should come to one of my dates” like the absolute smooth talker you are 

omi just hums and goes “i’ll see” 

absolutely is there lol

the development into a relationship is more implicit than explicit. the two of you don’t announce to the world, but honestly, neither do you do it to yourselves. like you’d been on a coffee date with him at some point and your parent or sibling texted something you found funny and mentioned him as your boyfriend and you showed it to him and he was like

hm

am i your boyfriend 

like idk am i your girlfriend 

he said yeah obviously 

i love this boy so fucking much pleaseeeee

but yes just as your development into a couple is subtle, so is your overall relationship. and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way

semi eita

omg pretty setter semi eeee

so yk how shiratorizawa students live in dorms? there’s no way semi hasn’t noticed you before, even if it’s separate dorms for different genders. like you two probably come across each other every once in a while at a vending machine or something, and exchange a word or two 

it’s not until when semi starts to look forward to seeing you, or when he gets disappointed every time you don’t make an appearance, that he realizes, you know, he’s kinda developed a liking to you

he doesn’t really know much about you, aside your name and your favorite go-to snack from the vending machine, so he’s left a little frustrated at the lack of interactions you two have. like he’s just living off that small laugh of acknowledgment and the hi, hope you sleep well! you know? like he wants more from you. he wants to get to know you

he can’t seem to ever see you in school either, because the stars hate him that much and don’t wanna align for the two of you, not even a little to share one class with him. just one

it’s just his luck, though, when a busy weekend for all the sports teams comes along, and each sport is sectioned off to a bus. volleyball boys and girls in one bus, swimming boys and girls in one bus, etc. 

he really doesn’t expect it when you get on the bus, because what the fuck you play volleyball??? and then he really doesn’t expect it when you recognize him, gasp and grin, and wave at him, and go over to sit by him

his brain’s short-circuiting 

you immediately start conversation as you’re setting your bag down like “i didn’t know you played volleyball!”

and he laughs and nods like “i didn’t know you did either” 

it’s honestly a really cute and satisfying moment like okay maybe the stars were just taking their time aligning thank you universe 

the two of you click immediately. like annoyingly so. you have so much in common, and you spend the entire ride chatting excitedly about everything and semi’s wishing he’d just asked you to hang out way sooner, like as early as the first time you’d met at that vending machine 

the girls’ games finish a lot later than the boys, so he comes and watches you play, and is enamored by you, completely. in his head he’s just ‘this girl just keeps growing more perfect.’

he walks back with you to the bus, and sits next to you as well. when you arrive back at the school, you don’t immediately go to your dorms, and he suggests grabbing a refreshing drink from somewhere nearby

it’s incredible how you still have so much to talk about 

the time passes really quick with him

it’s while you’re having that drink with him, probably iced tea or boba or something, he tells you about his small passion for music, and you make him promise to play you something at some point. he loops his pinky with yours :)

he also confides in you about having been replaced on his last year, and how he tries not to let it affect him but he really can’t help him. from then on, after each of your practices, you invite him in your gym, and have him set to you, just so you both have an excuse to spend time with each other, and so that he gets to practice and play the way he really wants to, without any restrictions placed upon him and no one waiting to take his place

i think as a couple you’d probably really bring out the best in each other, and you’re constantly always, always there for each other. really, really reliant and supportive as partners, you know? 

you go to all his games, and whenever he’s pitched in, you scream his name the loudest and cheer him on so much. one look at your face, and he’s reminded of who he is and why he does what he does, and he’s immediately grounded aw <3

shirabu kenjirō

omg shirabu with a crush 🥺🤲🏼 i love it when characters seem so cold and standoffish but as soon as they’re around the people they care about they do a 180. that’s shirabu 100%

he really, really, really liked you. like it was embarrassing at this point. he totally denied it every time anyone even thought it, and he really tried his hardest not to be obvious around you

i like to think he saw you around school and that’s how it developed a little, but maybe you were friends with some of the vbc boys because of your shared interest in the sport, and you come to play with them sometimes after practice, he’d just never be there

but one time you walked in and he was like guess im not leaving 

he was a little starstruck at the fact that you played volleyball. he honestly wouldn’t care, but it sorta felt nice that there really was something that you two had in common

and you were good. at everything. you received semi and ushijima’s serves, and goshiki’s and ōhira’s spikes, perfectly, and reacted to tendō’s blocks so well, and hit his tosses just right. you were incredible. maybe your skills were magnified from his specific lens, but there really was no denying you were skilled 

damn this. all this. 

especially any time you’d spike his toss and give him a really wide smile and say, “nice toss!” like seriously the way his heart’s spasming cannot be healthy what the fuck 

and then he finds out the girls are sharing a bus with them, and then you walk in

and then you walk towards him

obviously, outwardly he looks unimpressed and unfazed but trust, his palms are sweaty as fuck 

before the bus moves, you stand by his seat and make small talk with him about volleyball, before you realize the bus is moving and you have to sit down, but you’re still in the middle of a conversation with him, so you just sit next to him and continue like nothing happened

he just. allows it. 

the school you’d been going to had a really big court where both the girls and boys were playing in the same gymnasium on opposite sides of the court, so when you arrived and changed and all, you were like “wanna warm up together” couple goals <3

pls semi, taichi and tendō would probably tease the fuck out of him lmfao. he’d just glare at them but he has such a big blush on his cheeks as he stretches and warms up with you that the glare is completely ineffective 

you go to sit next to him on the bus ride home, but the day’s exhaustion catches up to you, plus the bus’s movements are lulling you, so you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, and when shirabu first notices that you’d actually fallen asleep, he looks down at you with such a dreamy and awestruck face. goshiki took a picture and likes to torment him with it. shirabu has it as his lockscreen now lol 

as your boyfriend, he’s the exact same. very standoffish to everyone outwardly but to you? it’s a different story. 

nonetheless it’s not very obvious. so yes, he will have a scowl on his face as he tells you off, but his lips are slightly upturned and there’s a little pink shade on his cheeks that show just how endearing he thinks you are 

really loves to practice with you because he loves seeing you in your zone like that. also you look hot

anyways yes he’s such a cutie i will not take criticism 

[voidcat]

— Seijoh 4 & dom!reader

a/n: this is legit my first time writing nsfw so yea b kind pls. I was getting tired of sub!reader stuff and I’m not the most sexual person but yea have a lil dom!reader w the boys,,, as a treat,, I’d also like you all to know that Nicole enabled this... thanks for supporting the sad horn knee hours wife<3

mostly gender neutral reader but i just realized i used nicknames “miss/mistress” few times so yea

Hanamaki Takahiro:

Oh boy is he excited!.. the moment this slips out of your mouth, he is fuming, vibrating from where he’s sitting and can’t wait to get home.

He is always open to try new things. Back in the day you two tried a thing or two but you were unsure how he’d act so you downplayed often... but now that knowing you’re a dom, the things you can do with the trust you share, shit, did it get hot in here?

On random days, he’ll just go “hey babe what do you think of this?” And show you a page of strap ons, for you to choose. some days he’ll practically beg to be pegged. he loves your demanour when you’re in charge, the air within you when you’re the one in control is, comforting but each night a new adventure and he just can’t get enough of it, of you.

Probably the two of you start with a basic list of things to try and see what he is into. When it comes to spanking, you warn beforehand again and say you’ll do it only once. Holding back yourself and smacking him as lightly as you can, you watch his face for any changes. The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he lets out a “yelp!” and you stop right there, growing worried. Instead of a face in pain, teeth clenched and brows furrowed; he has the most satisfied and flushed face, eyes half closed and glossy and mouth slightly open. “Do it again babe, but harder this time? Please?”

He probably gets on your nerves on purpose & loves it when you call him a brat or your good boy. Some days he’ll just call you to hang out at his place and when you arrive, you find him spread on the bed, touching himself, his eyes on your figure, staring right into your eyes “hope I haven’t disobeyed or crossed any lines Miss” (he’ll be pissing you off on purpose during your movie nights and let you teach him a lesson right on the couch, the counter or the table...)

Def calls you praises and names (especially titles, telling you over and over how much he loves and enjoys you, how he loves to be drowned in your presence, begging you for anything, even the tiniest bit of a kiss. 

He likes to shower together after a long night and wash each other’s hair, gently massaging your scalp and placing kisses all over your shoulders and the top of your head; whereas you gently kiss the places you’ve bitten and bruised, smothering his face with kisses.

Oikawa Tooru

This boy here, loves to act tough and all but let’s face it, he is a switch. It’s a typical Never Have I Ever game and at one point bedroom talk enters the game. He takes notes of the things you drink to, curious and you swear you catch a spark of excitement when you make it plainly obvious you’re a dom. Although that spark leaves as fast as it has appeared and you brush it off as a play of light.

That night when you return home, he practically jumps at you, a little rougher than usual and you’re sure why. Letting him pin you to the wall, hands roaming your body greedily, you let him live out the fantasy. The kisses now rough, one minute his lips on yours, the next on your neck, shoulders, collarbones... desperate to sink his teeth in and leave some marks. You think to yourself, that’s enough.

Next thing Oikawa knows, he is the one pinned to the wall, his wrists pinned above his head. With your unoccupied hand, you graze your finger lightly on his figure, jaw, neck and chest. “Someone is feisty.” he won’t tell at first but definitely got a thing for being marked and marking, and honestly? you don’t need him to tell you that.

orgasm denial!!! lots of it!! first two times you take pity on him and let him but the third time? the smug bastard is so sure you will let him come again but surprise!, as soon as you come, you leave him high and dry. he tries solving the issue by himself (which only makes things worse) after like 5 days of no orgasm on his part, he finally gets the clue, is on his... better behaviour; once you allow him to come, the days long of wait is worth the pleasure but he learns not to test you like this again. (however, this won’t stop him from disobeying you few more times just to get you to be rougher)

public teasing!! pda is already a given but you guys use remote controlled toys some days (usually you have the remote and he is the one who does his best to keep quiet) the driving and being near the edge of his climax is painful but he manages to hold himself until you two return home (or find a safe place to take care of it) and the endless wait and your cruel play with the toy’s settings is worth the wait. oikawa shivers every single time.

besides these, he likes to dress up and put on make up. and he is quite picky when it comes to lingerie the two of you wear, he checks the fabric qualities and colors beforehand, after all you only deserve the best of the best. he’ll be picking palettes to compliment your features best, loves using highlighter and always picks a dark shade of lipstick for each other; just to see how many times you’ll have to reapply until you’re both covered in its colors.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Ok so I know he has the brute facade going and everyone thinks he’s a dom but hear me out: actually quite soft switch/sub-leaning iwachan

Its a night out w the gang and during a drinking game oikawa makes a snark at you being such a dom in the streets AND in bed. to this blood rushes to Iwa’s cheeks and not many pay attention to it, bc he gets blushy easily plus he has been drinking too. but his mind? Oh he’s for sure imagining scenarios on what you could do to him.

Orgasm denial isn’t much of a thing because he’s very obedient. he’ll do his best to please you and follow your each and every word, watch your lips to hear your next words. for him, your word is law at this point... it’s almost impossible to deny him or those puppy eyes and those sweaty arms anything. He will call you ma’am, mistress, your highness, my goddess... whatever you wish and do not wish for. He loves praising you and ramble about how perfect and holy, etheral and magnificent you are.

lowkey into being tyed up, handcuffed and/or bondage. absolutely loves seeing you in full control. some days you won’t even bother to get undressed while he’s squirming under your touch fully stripped, begging for the tiniest bit of release. sometimes you’ll do the smallest gesture of taking control and he’ll be drooling, not even joking, this man LOVES IT when u take the ropes into ur hands (both metaphorically and literally) loves to lose control and wait for you to do whatever your heart desires, he wants to be what you desire.

(lowkey got a “corruption kink” too) when you two decide to shake things up a bit one day, you bring up some games, activities and kinks (mostly stuff he has only heard of) and, and he’s hard on the spot. lowkey into you wearing leather and gagging him up, his hands tied. he doesn’t mind blindfolds but watching you is so breathtaking, he even does his best to blink as little as possible. he loves it when you ride him to the point of orgasming for the 6th time that day, he’s ready to do anything for you, be your good boy and please you til world’s end.

very very good at oral too, his arms arent the only muscles he’s good at using, he loves your taste, your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in your mouth and in you. feeling your warmth however you want is enough to be content.

not something you do often but having sex in front of the mirror, seeing you in different angles drives him crazy, watching you covered in sweat, shining, panting, telling him how good you are is enough to make him drunk. but still he prefers to be chest to chest, you in his lap, riding him as he holds you to his chest, feeling your skin against his, burning with each move, rubbing against each other.

Matsukawa Issei

of all his relationships and hookups, Issei always encountered subs. few times his partners were doms, they were still submessive to him so when he finds out realizes you’re a dom, needless to say, he’s intrigued...

it kinda starts off with sex in front of a mirror one night, your back pressed against his chest, you’re riding him as his face buried in yourneck and his hands howering over you and suddenly, you grab his hands and out them at his sides, hold his chin and make him look at the mirror: “now watch hoe good i’ll be fucking you and your brains out until you won’t get a coherent sentence out.” you whisper in a low voice and do you deliver as you’ve said? but he got tricks up his sleeve too...

Most of the time, it’s rough and the fire play as well as powerplay takes most of the time. There’s always a battle for dominance, which leaves you both covered in marks and bruises. To say neither of you like it, would be unfair, especially when he disobeys you or flirts with other people beforehand, stepping on your nerves on purpose. (the quiet moans he lets out as you bite his neck, his collarbones, his earlobe, chest and thighs is an indicator if you ever need one.)

And thighs! Lots of thigh biting, massages, rubbing with fingers, or just squeezing the others head inbetween thighs is a given during oral and any foreplay that involved pecks and love bites in that area.

And as it is rough, you two always take your time, having a gentleness to jt in your own way. Be it a soft kiss out of nowhere, a certain way of bucking your hips or thrusting his hips into you. And as things are rough, it’s also when you get to let it all out, be yourself, unstrained.

Some days you’ll drop by his current job, or he’ll stop by at your place, and if he sees you in a headspace that’s too distracted, bothered or irritated by something, or just down; he’ll pick you up, wrapping your legs around him, pressing to you and nibbling on your neck and literally fuck your frustrations out. Those times he lets you take the ropes into your hands but if you’re not up for even that, he’ll take the charge on the spot, and leave clear marks to keep your mind off things for days. And in return, you’ll leave claw marks on his back, tug at his hair and press him to yourself until all you can feel is him; some days you’ll flip the both of you out of nowhere and press his head against your chest, hold his hands behind his back and guide him with your body, his muffled breathes tingling your chest, the nape of your neck and your lips; until your skins red, lips bleeding and gentle purples decorating all over you.

(and he’s a sucker for it. some days he’ll go in town to get something for you to use on him and drop at your place without a card or a name. If asked, he always denies, claiming he’d not get you things to make it easier to control him but the sight of you holding a whip and he can feel the blood rushing already, tugging at his belt and your tshirt. He hopes it’ll be just like that one time you pressed against his dick with high heels, making him beg to come.)

tags: @myelocin​ @atsumu-brainrot​

[artificialqueens]

Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 4 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: something something strictly rewrite something something pls love me something something love u bye. in all seriousness thank u for reading and bearing with me in amongst this clusterfuck…next chapter is the last of the rewrites and so a new one coming ur way within the next week!

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

***

3rd October 2020

Vanessa takes a deep, nervous breath and looks to the ceiling. The disco ball hangs high from it and creates tiny little square reflections, chunks of glitter against the light rigging. The lights themselves are purple and blue, matching those that snake along the balcony and up the stairs and arch over the huge projection of the show’s title card at the other end of the room. There’s another projection, a yellow one that dances across the shiny lacquered ballroom floor as if it’s practising too. The judges’ table is silver and glittering and intimidating to Vanessa’s right, despite the fact that none of the judges are even sitting at it yet. The band and singers are all set up underneath the huge arch of the stairs that Vanessa has practised walking down with Brooke and the other girls and knows she’ll be walking down again in just a few hours’ time.

“Right, Brooke and Vanessa, please. You’re up!”

A little “woo!” goes up from the couples assembled in the dark shadows of the empty studio. Peppermint and Shea are leaning with their backs against a pillar, their eyes supportive but analytical. Crystal and Gigi are sitting in some of the chairs at the far back row, clapping loudly with each new routine they manage to see and whispering to each other secretively between dances. Yvie and Scarlet are both in the front row off to one side, as Jaida and Plastique are off getting some last tweaks done to their costumes. They don’t seem to mind that their partners are away and are talking excitedly to each other, Yvie every so often making Scarlet laugh so hard that she reaches out and grabs her arm or knee or hand. And Monet and Monique are on the chairs behind Vanessa and Brooke, currently screeching their heads off and pushing them forward onto the dancefloor.

It’s Saturday, the day of their first show. It’s half past four and the sky had just been starting to take on that threateningly Autumnal look halfway between grey and navy when Vanessa had arrived at Elstree studios with Akeria, her friend having to listen to her excited babbling at the thought of getting to actually participate in the competition for the first time. Vanessa hadn’t stopped talking since- not when she’d greeted all the dancers and celebrities with similar excitement, not when she’d given all the hair and makeup artists a hug and thanked them preemptively, and not when she’d been non-stop texting Brooke. To be fair, her partner had started it, so excited was she since rehearsal that morning that she’d texted her practically every available moment since. When Vanessa had finally seen her at the studios they had squealed and joined hands and jumped excitedly on the spot in anticipation of seeing their costumes, trying them on, getting to dress-rehearse and experience their first live show together. So Vanessa has been chatting excitedly the entire day.

The only point where she has fallen quiet is when she had seen Brooke in her dress for the first time.

It’s light blue with satin straps that criss-cross at the back, a bodice that is studded with dimantés, and a long skirt with ostrich feathers along the hem. It’s not the most gorgeous dress in the world but Vanessa knows it’s going to look incredible during the routine, and besides, Brooke could wear a bin bag and still look effortlessly beautiful. Brooke had looked bashfully to the floor as she emerged from her dressing room in the dress, her face ever-so-slightly red.

“It’s hideous,” she’d whispered to Vanessa, out of earshot of the costume girls who Brooke hadn’t wanted to offend. Vanessa, without knowing what had possessed her, had put her hand on Brooke’s upper arm and given it a squeeze.

“Shut up. You look stunning,” she’d smiled reassuringly at her, and the flash of gratitude in Brooke’s eyes had been all Vanessa had needed in return.

She’s in her dress now and Vanessa’s in hers too, the exact same but a royal blue instead of the sky-blue shade of Brooke’s. Vanessa’s stomach is fizzing at the thought of them both dancing in full costume, makeup and hair with an audience watching them as well.

The dress rehearsal doesn’t always run in the running order of the show and today is one of those days. Brooke and Vanessa have had to wait for some of the other couples to run their routine through whereas this evening they’re up first. They’re the ones kicking off the whole show, and Vanessa would be lying if she said she isn’t nervous. They have practised as much as they can, they can do the routine well. Now all they have to do is show the other couples what they’re up against. It’s hard, though, for Vanessa to put everything she’s seen out of her mind and focus on her own dance with Brooke. Jaida and Yvie have just finished their Jive, huge smiles on both their faces as they hit every single beat throughout, the moves coming to Yvie effortlessly as if it’s a partnership of two professionals. Before that, Jan and Jackie rehearsed their Cha Cha Cha which contained so much tension and chemistry that Vanessa became convinced that their lips were going to meet at some point in the routine.

“How you feelin’?” Vanessa whispers to Brooke as they move onto the ballroom floor. The band swap around and tune up and the singers glug water behind them. Brooke looks the most nervous Vanessa has ever seen her.

“I’m fine,” Brooke lies. Her eyes dart around in a panic, wide and white. It unsettles Vanessa so she takes Brooke’s hand, rubs her thumb over her knuckles comfortingly.

“Hey. You don’t need to be nervous,” she reassures her, despite the fact she’s swallowing down her own nerves as she speaks. “You’ve got me. It’s going to be okay.”

Brooke takes a deep breath, her lips forming a tiny “o” as she breathes out. She manages to shoot a smile Vanessa’s way, and Vanessa is slightly more at ease.

“Ready to go?” she hears a producer shout.

“Yeah!” she shouts over, as Brooke Lynn drops her hand to give the producer a thumbs up. They sit in the two chairs that form part of the beginning of their routine, there is a click of drumsticks, and a silence falls across the studio. Two notes from a trumpet, the shuffle of papers on a music stand. Vanessa’s throat is so dry. Launch show feels like a walk in the park compared to this.

There’s a one…two…one-two-three-four click from the drumsticks, the music begins, and the pair of them are off. Straight away, Vanessa can tell something isn’t right. Brooke is too in her head and it shows. When they move into hold she can feel Brooke’s hand shaking, feel her pulse through the hand on her back so fast and heavy that Vanessa wants to make eye contact with her, but she can’t- it’s dress rehearsal, and she needs to be a professional. She can feel Brooke’s feet opposite her, though, and she just knows they’re not doing what they’re meant to be doing. Brooke is trying to keep up and failing, and it’s so hard for Vanessa to push through and keep dancing when she knows it’s going so wrong. They reach their bit on the steps and Brooke stumbles, the steps all coming at the wrong time and in the wrong direction. The smile is still plastered to Vanessa’s face even though she wants to stop right there, cut the band off and just talk to Brooke, calm her down and reassure her. There’s a point in the middle where she finally gets to meet Brooke’s eyes and she tries her hardest to make them comforting and gentle in the few seconds they’re facing each other. It hurts Vanessa to see Brooke’s own full of resignation and disappointment. She manages to pick things up a little near the end of the dance but there are still a few mis-steps and blunders, and by the time it’s over and the others are clapping and cheering Vanessa can already see the hurt in Brooke’s fake smile and the slump of her shoulders. She takes her by the hand, squeezes it urgently.

“It’s just the dress run, okay?” she murmurs to her, panicking as she sees what could be tears welling up in Brooke’s eyes. “You can do this, baby. You know this.”

Brooke nods harshly, blinks once, twice, three times, and the tears- if they were ever there to begin with- vanish. Vanessa wonders whether or not to hug her and then allows her heart to take over. She pulls her in, reaching up to loop her arms around her neck and burying her face against her chest. As Brooke squeezes her waist, she decides that it was a good decision.

Of course the hug can’t last forever but their hands are joined as they leave the dancefloor and return to their seats. Nobody from costume comes over to make adjustments so they can watch some more couples, not that Vanessa particularly wants to. Monique and Monet are still in their chairs. Vanessa is reluctant to face her friend but a tap on her shoulder prompts her to turn around anyway.

“Hey,” Monique hisses, and as Vanessa turns around Brooke does too. Monique’s smile is caring and comforting as she addresses them both. “Don’t worry. First dress run is always off-puttin’, it’s a new environment and the lights are down and the band’s so different to a track. You’ll be great tonight.”

Vanessa is thankful for her words as they seem to put Brooke at ease a little more. She thanks Monique and, wanting to move the spotlight off the pair of them, asks Monet how she’s feeling.

“Ready! Excited! We’re gonna wipe the floor with all you bitches,” she teases playfully. Monique laughs supportively beside her and Vanessa wants to roll her eyes at how much of a ridiculously obvious lovesick puppy her friend is.

“Well, it won’t be hard after what just happened there,” Brooke jokes, her tone not dissimilar to Eeyore’s. Vanessa raises her eyebrows at her and points a finger in her face, channels a bit of her Abuela’s tough love.

“Hey! I’m not letting you talk like that, you’re amazing. We’re gonna be flawless tonight. Just you wait.”

She punctuates her telling-off with a tap to Brooke’s nose, which finally makes her crack a proper smile. A producer shouts over for Monique and Monet, and Vanessa and Brooke clap for them and wish them luck as they take to the stage in matching little glittery playsuits, assembling themselves in their starting positions. Vanessa takes the opportunity to talk to Brooke properly now they’re alone.

“What happened?” she asks. Brooke lets out a heavy sigh.

“Just like Monique said. It’s all so different to the studios and everything just…I don’t know…threw me off, I guess,” she mutters, picking at a bit of feather. Vanessa takes her fidgeting hand and holds it gently between both of hers. The gesture seems to surprise Brooke, and all of a sudden their eyes meet, green opposite brown.

“Brooke Lynn, listen to me. I want you to know this. You can do this fucking dance.”

“I know I can!” Brooke whines, exasperated. Her expression is pained and pouting. “That’s what fucks me off about the whole thing. We’ve done it literally perfectly before. I feel like the only time I was worse than when I just did that dance was the day we started learning it.”

“Well, that’s good! I’m glad you know that,” Vanessa says firmly, enthused by Brooke’s determination. “So. What’s our game plan for tonight?”

“Do it perfectly again,” Brooke says instantly, and Vanessa squeezes her hand between the both of hers. She can’t stop the grin that creeps onto her face at Brooke’s decisive tone.

“Let’s do that, then.”

Brooke’s returning her smile and hasn’t taken back her hand and the world seems right again.

Monet and Monique’s Cha Cha Cha is the best they’ve seen so far- granted it’s the only one they’ve seen so far, but it’s good. Monique’s choreography is funny and clever and as they dance the pair tell the story of a backing singer (Monet) upstaging the star (Monique). Despite the fun they’re having the pair of them manage to only make a couple of mistakes, and Vanessa is cheering for them at the end. Courtney and Blair are next, and God, Phi Phi had been right when she’d said they had a lot of work to do. Blair plods her way through their Tango and visibly shows the mistakes she makes on her face, but Vixen still claps and cheers once they’re done as if she’s just witnessed a piece of modern art. Their performance seems to cheer Brooke up significantly, and Vanessa can practically read her mind- at least we won’t be as bad as that. As if Brooke’s able to read hers, she leans down and gives Vanessa a smug grin which makes her heart skip a beat.

They don’t stay to watch the rest of the couples. Instead they practise as much as they can in Brooke’s dressing room, which embarrassingly makes Vanessa nervous to even be in. Brooke’s all business, though, and they mark as much as they can of the dance in the space that they have.

They do it perfectly all three times.

Hair and makeup’s waiting for them, though, so they eventually relent and join the other couples who are all assembled in the huge room either getting combs and brushes swept through their hair, sponges dabbing at their face, or sitting and chatting. The pair of them are out of breath after their impromptu rehearsal, and when they enter the room a whoop goes up from Willam, who’s sat beside Courtney. Come to think of it, they both seem to be joined at the hip despite not being partnered and it’s as if the two of them are salt and pepper shakers, never one without the other.

“Oh! Strictly curse! Strictly curse! Dressing-room fucking!” she cries out, eliciting a laugh from half the room to Vanessa’s embarrassment. Before either of them can defend themselves, Phi Phi cuts in from her position in the hairdresser’s chair.

“They were probably rehearsing. Which is what we should be doing after that fuck-up of a dress run.”

Vanessa’s intrigued by the mention of how their dance went, but instead she ignores the comment and nods her head gratefully. Brooke replies, and Vanessa doesn’t miss the blush that’s crept onto her face. “Yeah, post-rehearsal sweats, not post-sex sweats. Sorry, Willam.”

Willam’s undeterred, and she shrugs lightly as she chomps on a cereal bar. “Give it time. I’ve never been wrong yet. I gotta sixth sense for this kinda shit, y’know.”

“Ooh, how come?” Courtney asks, crossing her legs and batting her lashes Willam’s way. Willam immediately swivels away from Vanessa and Brooke to give Courtney all of her attention, and Vanessa rolls her eyes long-sufferingly at her partner.

“Strictly curse, Jesus. As if,” Vanessa laughs, but it comes out more bitter than she’d wanted it to. There are still memories she associates with that phrase, she can’t help them, and even though time has passed she’s still got scars that are slowly healing.

Brooke gives a snort beside her, but Vanessa sees the way she doesn’t smile with her eyes, the way she looks almost wounded. Is Brooke…disappointed? Vanessa scrambles to follow up her comment.

“I mean, you know, some good comes out of it all the time. Obviously like Shea with Sasha…I just think…”

“It’s not something you’d ever fall victim to,” Brooke nods slowly, understandingly. Vanessa shakes her head.

“No, no, that’s not it at all! Like if I developed a connection to someone on the show like that, then of course!” she explains quickly. All at once she sees a small twinkle appear in Brooke’s eye, and it sends a spark of electricity up her spine. She feels she has to justify her earlier remark and she swallows before deliberately forcing her tone to be light. “It’s just, you know…obviously after what happened last year.”

Brooke makes a face as if someone’s just dropped a very heavy object on her foot. “Right. Right. Of course. Fuck, sorry, of course you have every right to hate people talking about it so much.”

Vanessa gives a soft laugh. It still hurts and the humiliation might never dissipate but she tilts her head and smiles at Brooke. “Don’t worry. It’s fine.”

They drop the topic, chat about the show instead and Vanessa explains to her how it’ll all work. The pros will do their group number first (Vanessa will change into her costume for that later, a strappy silver leotard with a fringed skirt that hangs low on her waist), which the dancers have been rehearsing all week. Then the judges come out and sit at their table and do a bit of chit-chat with Michelle. Then each of the couples come down the famous stairs and are introduced, and after that the show kicks off. With them. They are opening the whole show, Vanessa’s brain reminds her, and her stomach does a somersault. While they chat a couple of the other girls join in. Scarlet sits herself down in a free chair opposite them and chips in in between bites of mango, and Yvie pipes up every so often from her position in the makeup chair.

“Are the judges really terrifying?” Scarlet asks nervously, biting down hard on a piece of fruit. Vanessa shrugs, pulls a face.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know really. Never competed before, remember?”

Vixen pipes up from her place in the hairstylist’s chair. “Bianca can be a bitch but she’s alright when she ain’t behind the judge’s table. I think half of it is just her playing into the panto villain stereotype. Kennedy is just happy to be there, she always gives fair scores. Laganja is on a different planet, she’s hilarious. Always marks high. Shangie is lovely but you know she undermarks half the time and plays favourites the other half.”

“Well, I’ll just need to make myself one of her favourites,” Scarlet flips her perfectly curled hair and shrugs.

“You’re already one of my favourites,” Yvie says nonchalantly. Scarlet fixes her photoshoot-ready smile onto her.

“The only correct decision,” she points at her approvingly. Yvie laughs a too-loud laugh that makes Vanessa roll her eyes at just how lovesick and useless everyone in this cast seems to be. Then again, she supposes she can’t really talk. Scarlet’s talking to Yvie now as if they’re the only two people in the room. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Just excited! Ready to go and get some tens,” she laughs, although Vanessa knows she’s not really joking.

Vixen raises her eyebrows, amused by the girl’s cocky remark. “Reign it in, girl. They never give out tens on the first night. You wanna score above twenty-five, that’s a successful first week,”

“Well, at least nobody’s going home this week,” Scarlet shrugs easily. She’s right- there’s no vote in the first week, and all the scores are instead carried over to next week’s show. But Vanessa doesn’t see that as a chance to relax. Scores are combined with the public votes so she knows a high score in the first week puts them in a good position for the next. She knows she’s thinking ahead too much but she can’t really help it. This is a long game, like Akeria said on launch night, and Vanessa is playing it to win.

“How’re you feeling, Scarlet?” Yvie asks back. Scarlet pouts. Vanessa thinks it’s more than a little for Yvie’s benefit.

“I’m just nervous! I hope I do okay.”

“You’ll be amazing,” Yvie tells her, and Scarlet’s smile is back on her face. Yvie smirks as she finishes her sentence off with, “Like me.”

The girls all laugh. Brooke takes out her phone and scrolls it a bit, nudging Vanessa after a while.

“Cute backstage video?” she offers, and Vanessa nods happily, glad to see Brooke a little less subdued. Vanessa leans into her as Brooke tilts the camera at them both.

“Hey family, we’re just about to get our hair and makeup done, hoping they can do something to fix this,” Brooke jokes, gesturing around her entire face. Vanessa shoves her.

“Shut up, girl, you’re gorgeous.”

The compliment is out before Vanessa can stop herself, but she doesn’t miss the way Brooke’s smile gets slightly wider. She ignores the compliment with her words but her face acknowledges it. “We’ve just done our dress run, it went horribly-”

“Oh my God, the lies you are telling today!!” Vanessa’s jaw drops. She knows it hadn’t gone well, but she just doesn’t want Brooke being so down on herself.

“Tell me we weren’t bad.”

“We weren’t bad!!”

“Well we weren’t good, either,” Brooke laughs, and Vanessa has to hand that one to her. “So you guys better vote for us next week, because we’ll need it.”

“Yeah, vote, vote, vote!” Vanessa nods enthusiastically.

“For Willam and Phi Phi!” Willam ducks her head into shot, and Vanessa pushes her away as she bursts out laughing.

“Brooke and Vanessa!” someone from hair calls, and Brooke pulls a face at the camera.

“Ah! Right, that’s us! See you all later, love you,” Brooke squeals into her phone and stops recording. In lieu of a story she decides to post the video on her grid, with the caption:

bhytes: 1 hour to go! Mood: terrified! Lucky I have @vanessavanjie dancing with me!

Vanessa is heartened by the tag, promises herself she’ll reply with something later. As the hair stylist sprays Brooke’s hair to within an inch of its life, Vanessa watches in the mirror as Brooke scrolls her phone, then pauses, a stifled smile creeping across her lips and a hand reaching up to touch her face self-consciously. Vanessa narrows her eyes with interest and, refreshing the page, finds that five new comments have popped up on the video Brooke’s posted. Three of them are a series of emojis, one is well-wishes from Brooke’s One Show co-star Nina, and one in particular catches her eye.

branjie5ever05: you GUYS i can’t take it you’re so good together!!! like an old married couple!! can’t wait to see you dance! branjie 5ever!!

Vanessa allows herself to wonder if that was the comment that had made Brooke’s face light up before her mind tells her how utterly ridiculous she’s being.

Hair and makeup is a blur and once they’re done, Brooke takes Vanessa’s breath away for a second time. The pair of them never really get to see each other with a full face of makeup on- they would just sweat it off in rehearsals- so this is unfamiliar territory to Vanessa. Brooke’s beauty hits her all over again just as it had on launch night, and Vanessa feels herself dissolving into a bashful mess whose tongue has been cut out.

“Wow,” Brooke says quietly, her tone of approval sending another little spark through Vanessa’s body. The atmosphere is already so electric and Brooke doesn’t need to add to that but she won’t complain. Brooke gives her a small smile that’s almost shy as she manoeuvres herself out of the makeup chair. “You look so good.”

Vanessa smiles, mutters a soft thanks to her. Brooke keeps going.

“I mean, better than good, obviously. Really pretty,” she stutters out, and Vanessa has to try not to laugh at how endearing she’s being.

“Well, same to you, boo. If anything goes wrong, which it won’t, all you need to do is smile at the judges and then maybe they’ll ignore it.”

Brooke rolls her eyes, gives a small laugh. “Ugh, please. I’m not Scarlet, I’m not going to simp for the judges.”

Vanessa lets out a howl of a laugh which causes some of the other girls to turn their heads. She yells an explanation. “Brooke Lynn just used the term ‘simp’!!”

“What? Did I not use it right?” she blinks, unamused. Vanessa butts her head into her arm and hugs her, trying to explain how funny she finds a thirty year old TV presenter using a term she’s only ever seen on Twitter.

If Brooke’s Insta post is a countdown to the show starting, then their time is eventually up. Vanessa feels like Brooke hugs her extra tight before she goes out to do the pro dance, clingy in the best kind of way. They won’t be separated for long but Vanessa still feels her heart hammering in her chest as the dancers begin to assemble on the ballroom floor, walking through the audience who are silent in anticipation (or perhaps under strict instructions from the producers). There’s a countdown and Vanessa tries to forget that, unlike the launch show, this is live, her dancing instantly beamed into the living rooms of everyone watching. The lights begin to come up, and the commentator’s voice booms through the studio.

“Live on Saturday night, this is Strictly Come Dancing!”

The audience cheers, and the band play the first notes of Boogie 2Nite. Vanessa can hardly breathe as she watches Akeria and Phi Phi open the dance, not a single error between them as they kick and spin each other around the floor. When Vanessa and the other pros join in at the swell of the chorus there is another excited cheer that ripples through the studio and makes Vanessa’s smile hurt her face. She gets to her solo and feels as if she’s igniting as the lights beam down hot onto her and she spins, kicks one leg high into the air, melts and then finishes with a stag jump that she knows wasn’t perfect but she’s too full of adrenaline to care. She partners with Monique and the two of them have matching grins on their faces as they dance, Monique spinning Vanessa round, round, round until she’s almost dizzy. As the dance comes to a close, Vanessa hits her pose right on the last beat, holds it, and then after waiting for the audience to finish applauding she runs backstage along with the other girls, hurrying into costume to change into her quickstep dress. The wardrobe team help her change and before she knows it, she returns into the line that the partners are all forming at the top of the stairs, waiting for their names to be called out. As soon as Brooke sees her, her face lights up in a smile and she wraps her in a tight hug. She smells of hairspray and fake tan and peppermint chewing gum, and Vanessa never wants to step out of her arms.

“You were so amazing. Well, everyone was. But you were the best,” Brooke murmurs into her ear before she lets her go, and Vanessa’s whole body tingles at the praise. There’s hardly time to reply, however, before a runner is telling them that they’re to come down the stairs in just twenty seconds, and stand in the spot they’d been given earlier that day during the dress run. Vanessa’s palms are sweaty and she’s self-conscious of them as Brooke takes her hand.

“Introducing your Strictly Come Dancing stars!”

The commentator’s voice is loud through the speakers and Brooke’s thumb strokes Vanessa’s skin between her thumb and index finger as they look at each other affirmingly before stepping out onto the stairs. The lights are blinding in Vanessa’s face but she’s still smiling and waving at the top of the stairs as the audience cheers for her and Brooke.

“TV presenter Brooke Lynn Hytes, and her partner Vanessa Mateo!”

Vanessa sneaks a look at Brooke and she’s already looking at her. The coincidence makes them both giggle before they walk carefully down the stairs, Vanessa telling herself not to trip on her way down. They make their way to their space and watch and clap for the other couples while the anticipation fizzes in Vanessa’s chest. They’re first. They’re first. They’re first. If she’s this nervous, she doesn’t know how Brooke must be feeling. Eventually all the couples are assembled, and Michelle is introducing them.

“And kicking off the whole show…it’s Brooke and Vanessa!”

As the audience gives a whoop and their VT plays Vanessa takes Brooke’s arm and looks at her, making sure she’s okay. To her relief Brooke returns her gaze steadfastly and there’s a little sparkle in her eye. She doesn’t seem as anxious as she was before. The couples leave the ballroom floor, Monique, Akeria and Crystal making sure to tap Vanessa on the shoulder on their way past and whisper a quick “good luck” to her and Brooke. They sit on the chairs that the set people are running about assembling, and Vanessa hisses across to Brooke.

“You good?”

Broke nods to her. “We’ve got this.”

Vanessa’s nerves instantly leave her body. Brooke’s truly back in the room and her head is in the game. There’s a countdown of five from a runner and the commentator’s voice booms overhead again.

“Dancing the quickstep…Brooke Lynn Hytes and Vanessa Mateo!”

The drum kicks in and their performance has begun. Already it’s nothing like the dress rehearsal. Brooke’s smile is genuine and easy during their silly interview-style bit, and when Brooke takes her hand as she rises from the chair Vanessa can feel her pulse again but it’s not heavy and frightened like before. It’s full of adrenaline and excitement and as Vanessa rests her hand on her upper arm and Brooke rests hers between her shoulder blades, something just seems to click. They’re off across the dancefloor and Vanessa knows Brooke’s steps and hops are in time with hers, the intricate footwork coming so naturally to her. As they go to cross the floor again, Brooke’s smile seems to falter as she stumbles. Vanessa doesn’t let this deter her and as they meet each other’s eyes she gives Brooke a wink.

“Beans on toast!” she reminds her mid-dance, and Brooke’s confidence is back as they do the next set of steps perfectly. Their feet are going so fast that Vanessa can’t even pick up on whether or not Brooke’s made any more mistakes yet, but the majority of their first dance has been good.

They reach their little section on the steps, and Brooke gives the slightest little falter as she makes eye contact with Bianca. The judge never gives anything away so her steely gaze might have rattled her, but as soon as they’re off the steps and back in each others’ arms Vanessa gives Brooke’s hand a squeeze.

“Almost there, last section!” Vanessa tells her encouragingly. They’re back to kicking, stepping and hopping their way across the ballroom floor to their seats where they finish, and as Brooke hits her final pose and Vanessa hits hers the audience gives a loud cheer. As soon as they’ve held it for a few seconds, Vanessa squeals, jumps up and meets Brooke’s waiting arms. She knows they’ve got to go over to Michelle to be interviewed but she holds the hug for a few more moments than necessary, raising her voice over the roar of the crowd as she speaks against Brooke’s rapidly rising and falling chest.

“You did it! So incredible!!” she gasps, all out of breath. To her shock, Brooke rests a hand on one side of Vanessa’s face and plants a kiss against the other.

Vanessa doesn’t know if the past five minutes could get any better.

They make their way over to Michelle. Brooke’s got one arm slung around Vanessa’s shoulders and Vanessa’s not moved her arm from her hips since their hug. Michelle is waiting for them with a bright smile on her face, seemingly as happy with their performance as they are.

“Congratulations you two, what an opening to the show!” she smiled encouragingly, and Vanessa gives Brooke’s waist a squeeze. “Brooke, how did it feel performing tonight?”

Brooke’s out of breath as she talks. “So amazing. So, so amazing. Dress run went so badly and just having the real thing go so well…wow. Just the best feeling.”

“I told y’all she was good!” Vanessa pipes up proudly beside her, and Brooke gives a laugh and pulls Vanessa in closer to her side.

“Judges! What did you think? Shangela?”

Vanessa’s heart stands still as she comes to the first judge, smiling gently at her desk.

“Well first of all, what a way to open the show! So much fun, and Vanessa, so great to have you as part of a pairing this year, that choreo was something else.”

Vanessa can feel Brooke’s eyes on her and she flushes pink from the praise, stutters out a thank you.

“Brooke, great job tonight, you lost your footing a little bit on the steps there, but overall a gorgeous start. Just work on strengthening your core, holding your frame a little bit better, and once you do that? Lovely, gal!”

Vanessa turns her head to see how Brooke’s reacting, She’s smiling and nodding and taking it all on board. Laganja speaks next, growing animated as she gives her feedback.

“I think we have one to watch here, mama!” she cries, and the audience gives a cheer. Vanessa looks up encouragingly at Brooke, gives her waist another squeeze because she can. “So much amazing potential! You just have a natural eleganza, all light and frothy like a latté! A couple of mistakes, girl, work on not showing that on your face. Cuz when you show it, we all see it, you know? But all that aside, well done.”

Bianca’s up next, and Vanessa clenches her core in preparation. The woman could watch Torvill and Dean dance Bolero on ice and still find something to say. “Uh, I thought the footwork needed tightening up, there were bits that were just a little bit too haphazard for me, your elbow was drooping just a little bit which is not great, you did lose your footing on the stairs here…”

Vanessa can feel Brooke drooping a little beside her, a bit like her elbow had allegedly been doing. The audience boos Bianca like the pantomime villain that Vixen had mentioned, but the woman’s face cracks into a small smile as she finishes her remarks. “But what I do love about you is your energy, you have a lot of great potential as Ganja’s pointed out, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do when you get just a little bit more technical.”

The audience seems appeased and claps her comments, and Brooke has perked up at Vanessa’s side like a flower that’s been given a drink. Michelle turns to Kennedy, the final judge to give her comments.

“Brooke! I think you started out a little bit nervous, and what was nice was that as the dance went on you kinda came out into your own a bit. You have a lovely feminine and elegant way of moving which is really nice to see in an all-female partnership, and you seem really comfortable in hold with Vanessa, which is lovely.”

Vanessa tries to fight the blush that washes her face at Kennedy’s comment and doesn’t succeed.

“Just work on your presentation a little bit and your confidence and…yeah. I’m living for you, miss, you’re gonna be dangerous.”

Vanessa is heartened by the way Brooke’s face lights up at the praise. Michelle thanks the judges and waves them off upstairs to be interviewed by Divina, her co-host, and the pair of them pick up the hems of their dresses and entwine their hands as they dash upstairs to the auditorium (or, as it’s commonly known between the dancers, the Divinatorium). Most of the other pairs are there having watched them dance while they wait for their turn, and they all clap the pair of them as they nudge their way through.

“You did it!” Divina smiles, giving Brooke a hug as she meets them both. “Congratulations! Now, nice comments from the judges- I know Bianca got a bit pernickety there, but how do you feel about them?”

“Really happy, yeah! I just can’t believe what Vanessa’s managed to do with me in the space of two weeks, she’s been amazing. It’s all been down to her.”

Vanessa can’t help the rays of sunshine that feel like they’re emanating from her face as she looks at Brooke. Divina turns to her.

“Vanessa, you’ve been benched for a couple of years now, how does it feel to have a partner finally?”

“You know what, it was worth the wait. She’s been an absolute star,” Vanessa beams, wrapping her other arm around Brooke’s waist and pulling her close just like Brooke had done once their dance had finished.

“Worth the wait! Too cute, you two. Well, the judges’ scores are in.”

Vanessa’s stomach gives a dip. She feels Brooke’s grip tighten on her shoulder as the voice of the commentator rings across the studio. This is the moment they’ve both been waiting for. They’re about to get their first ever scores.

“Will the judges please reveal their scores. Bianca Del Rio.”

Bianca holds up her paddle. Vanessa blinks and tries not to pull a face. Because what’s on the paddle is a number, a number that doesn’t correlate with the dance they both just did.

“Five.”

Hardly wanting to look away, she keeps her eyes fixed to the screen.

“Kennedy Davenport.”

“Five!” Kennedy is holding up an identical paddle. Vanessa can’t help it- she scrunches her face up, turns to Brooke.

“Five?” she shakes her head. Brooke shrugs and smiles but Vanessa knows the scores are hurtful to her. They’re being undermarked- okay, she knows the dance wasn’t perfect and they made just a couple of mistakes, but it was at least a six, perhaps even a seven.

“Shangela Wadely.”

“Five.”

Vanessa shakes her head, trying to keep a smile on her face but wanting to storm down the stairs and give those judges a piece of her mind.

“Laganja Estranja.”

“Six!” the girl cries happily as she holds up her paddle, and the audience lets out a cheer. Vanessa relaxes a little, and she can feel somebody pat her on the back encouragingly.

“Happy with those?” Divina asks a little gingerly, and Vanessa jumps in before Brooke can say anything.

“You know what? It’s week one, and it’s a start!” she shrugs firmly. She’s not going to let this dent her confidence or Brooke’s. This isn’t the first time she’s been undermarked or disappointed in her career and it sure as hell won’t be the thing that knocks her or Brooke down.

“The only way is up,” Brooke agrees beside her, nodding fiercely.

“Well, we all thought you did amazing,” Divina reassures them both, and Vanessa flashes her a grateful smile. Divina explains to the TV audience that they can’t vote until next week, and that the judges’ scores will be carried over to the next show. She closes their interview and the audience claps them and just like that, after all the buildup, their first dance is over and they head backstage.

The moment it’s just the pair of them, Vanessa instantly pulls Brooke into a hug because God knows if Brooke doesn’t need one then she definitely does. They’re in the cream-painted corridors where the dressing rooms are, and the light is harsh and bright around them when all Vanessa wants is just a moment of darkness. She wants to be under her duvet, pulling it up high over her head and letting the shadows envelop her. As her arms circle around Brooke’s waist she lets out a sigh. Brooke returns the hug and Vanessa takes a deep, calming breath as she feels the older woman’s strong arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her in close to her chest. Vanessa’s back is against the cold paint of the wall and it’s contrasting so much with the warmth Brooke’s body is giving off. They stand like that in silence for a moment, each of them grounding the other, and Vanessa can feel Brooke’s heart through her chest. It’s intimate and gentle, and not a single word has been spoken between them but Vanessa can sense a shift in the atmosphere. She feels something change between them, a difference that somehow pulls them closer together and connects them in a way that they hadn’t been before.

“That was undermarked. You were amazing,” she whispers in annoyance against Brooke’s chest. Brooke’s arms tighten around her in response.

“We were amazing,” she whispers back. Vanessa’s not sure why they’re whispering, but she likes it, makes the moment seem more theirs somehow.

The thought appears in her head and it’s out before she can stop it. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Brooke shakes her head above her and repeats her words back to her instantly. “No, I’m lucky. So, so lucky.”

Giving another sigh, Vanessa lets her arms slide down to her side and, taking her cue, Brooke slowly releases her, but not before resting her hands on her shoulders and giving her a smile that seems to say so much without saying anything at all. Vanessa wonders how long that hug could have gone on for if she’d let it.

“Put it out of your mind. We move,” she says decisively, and Brooke gives a single nod.

“Tomorrow’s a new day, and next week’s a new week.”

They link arms and go to be interviewed for the socials and, after the moment she’s just shared with Brooke, Vanessa knows that her smile won’t have to be faked.

[sotorubio]

hi 🙈 but if its oky, can u pls elaborate what you meant in your post about eliott in s6???. Im not hating at all! xx. im . just. curious for further analysis??. you made a lot of sense, but i cant help but noticed that someone contradicted what you said on ur post, which surprised me i guess. considering that person didn't make their own post 😅😅

heyy! yea i'll do my best to elaborate!

so the whole thing rly stems from the lola/eliott ~connection~ if the show didn't feel the need to give us more eliott there would be no reason to pick eliott for the role of the supportive older friend. if it had to be someone from the guys the natural choice would've been basile since he's her sister's bf. the most natural thing would've been one of of the girls bc they're actually rly close to her via daphné but "my sister's boyfriend's best friend's boyfriend" is.. not exactly the most understandable ~connection~ especially since he's the oldest possible option n not even in the same school but since he's so beloved they had to force that "bond"

n that's where the problems begin bc since they now have to bend over backwards to get these two interacting bc he's such a random pick (especially since they didn't meet via urbex or la mif like ppl first theorized, that would've still been a bit far fetched but still better) -> this leads to the fact that everything that's abt eliott himself as a character is only used to further lola's plot n their infamous connection

for example his urbex & uni career: this is smth that's v in character for eliott. he's artistic n he already had his tunnel way back in s3 so it's not an out-of-the-blue interest. But. somehow he has not made any friends through his interests despite being so well known n going to the parties n meeting the tight urbex community. we also know he's passionate abt film & filmmaking (duh) n has tons of options to meet like minded ppl through school or through his work (co workers or ppl stopping by the store) so why wasn't he allowed to connect w other ppl who share his passion? bc if he had other friends we wouldn't see him as much w the Main Characters™️ since he would already have a cast & crew for the film. he wasn't allowed to exist w his own agency out side of the main plot bc the interests n motivation that r true to his character don't exist to support eliott as a character but to support the main character's plot.

here's a more concrete example that pissed me tf off:

as i said filmmaking is one of eliott's main interests. in fact, it's one of the first things we learn abt his character. it is so important to him that he's been working on this huge project that's completely his own! we can see how excitedly he shows it off n he's even panning on having a premiere for it! this is a huge moment for eliott's character. it's the one goal, the one dream he's had Consistently through out the series so it's a p monumental character growth moment for him. he's finally getting to complete that dream! isn't that great? not as great as u would think, apparently. bc does he get to conclude this dream of his on his own terms bc the writers think that his character is valuable n should get to achieve a characteristically important goal? no actually he has to complete this dream project w some teenagers who have 0 experience in acting or shooting a movie! bc he doesn't get to exist as his own character if it means they have to show him less on screen aka fan service. his dream project was reduced to a fun "teens being funny dumbasses" sequence (n to further the mayla plot). + let's not forget that he was also apparently planning on casting lucas for the role (don't know if skamfr knows this but casting is a big part of filmmaking lol) n was willing to change that on the go to someone who had like a week to get familiar w the role bc again who cares abt eliott's project if it doesn't further the plot

in conclusion: eliott's interests, dreams, goals n even his relationship (the lying & going behind lucas's back) were just reduced to plot devices (i think that's the word) n weren't allowed to exist just bc they r part of eliott's character n eliott as an individual

this got so long i apologize for that but as u can see i have some Opinions on this specific issue of s6... i hope this made it more elaborate!! but if u still want a more detailed explanation abt a specific part of the post or this answer just shoot me another ask i don't mind talking abt it more!

[wonhoonz]

 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝟏𝟎𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

ok so lowkey this is based off of true beauty when jugyeong was doing makeup for the guys in pick pick boys

this is my first imagine bullet thingy whatever so please bare with me :’))

lets get it

you were the younger sister of one of the stylists for produce x 101

and since your sister was young, she’s been hella into makeup and growing up you kind of picked it up as well

so the both of you were like the makeup gurus of your family

so when one day the produce x 101 staff for hair and makeup is lacking a person

the producers and directors were asking if there was anyone who could help out last minute

bc they were already half way through shooting an episode and these boys were literally abt to perform

they needed as much help they could get, so ur sister

being the genius she is

was like “ holy shit i’ve got a sister who might as well be as talented as me “

ngl tho you probably were 

anywaY 

your sister had organized everything, she had told the producers, she had told you and everything was set

lemme just tell say, that you were lowkey p a n i c k i n g

you did keep up with produce x 101 but you weren’t exactly a die hard fan

you knew some fairly popular trainees and the only connection you really had to the show as that your sister was working there

so then your first day came

to be honest, all you really did was help out with minor things and passing stuff around for the first half but then 

one of the other stylist ladies had asked you to take over for her

and you were n e r v o u s

mostly bc these guys were basically idols already as they had already gained popularity on the show

the guy ( more like boy ) that you were assigned to was none other than

haenam’s boy, the only boy, lee jinwoo

you knew exactly who he was

you weren’t living under a rock, your friends were constantly talking abt the trainees in pdx101 and jinwoo did come up in one of your conversations once

and you felt like you were hit by a bus

this boy’s visuals were no joke

despite him being rlly rlly cute on screen, he was pretty shy in real life

you guessed it added to his cuteness tho

the two of you were the same age and you didn’t know if that made it awkward or not ??

you were just confused to be real yall

your first encounter was  … awkward

the two of you have introduced yourselves and you both were rlly nice

its just

the two of you were blushing like you were about to have a heat stroke

it didn’t help that you had to stare it his face while trying to makeup on him

and you were just dead 

d e a d

y/n.exe has stopped working

and jinwoo was the exact same

he’s still relatively young, so love was kind of like

non-existent for him

the only type of affection that he received that wasn’t from his parents were from his fangirls

his noona fangirls

that being said, his main priority was always to debut

but that didn’t mean he was immune to crushes

yeah sure jinwoo has had some small crushes here and there

mostly girls who were older

but you were different

omfg the cheesiness send help

the only people jinwoo interacted with his age were the trainees that were his age as well

which wasn’t alot

and even then he was closer with other trainees

  * cough * jinhyuk * cough *

that being said, the two of you were whipped the moment you saw each other

thankfully, the two of you were able to survive your first encounter without bursting

but that wasn’t your last day there

at that time, the trainees were going through the position evaluation

so jinwoo was performing to my youth

after your experience you started following pdx101 more thoroughly

mostly to see jinwoo

seeing him acting all cute n shit in the episodes

probably gave you minor cardiac arrest

anyway, the staff liked having extra hands around

they didn’t have to move around so frequently and things were just easier when you helped out

so the next time the boys needed to get prepared for something

you were there

this time, you and jinwoo actually had a proper conversation

you were also able to help and meet some other trainees

seungyoun was especially rlly friendly

he just had a big brother type of vibe u know ?

bc the universe was on our side, you were able to work with jinwoo again

this time you were feeling a little less like “ i’m not gonna talk and our faces are gonna be rlly close but im still not gonna talk and it’s gonna be rlly awkward “

bc no one wanted that

lowkey everyone could see you two had small crushes each other

like cmon

jinwoo was blushing during and after you had done his makeup last time

anyway you both got to know each other

he found out that you two were roughly the same age

he was lowkey vv shy and was nodding like 70% of the time

but he was rlly sweet

jinwoo didn’t exactly have a lot of friends his age, especially after joining produce

in school he always just had a few friends but eventually everyone wanted to be his friend

and he sorta knew why and he just wasn’t interested

he was glad there was someone that he could talk to aside from the other trainees

and it wasn’t like he was going anywhere else

so the two of you exchanged numbers

the boys aren’t really allowed to use their phones while being apart of produce

so it was kind of pointless

nonetheless, you were happy

at least you had moved past the awkward stage

you took every chance to go visit

eventually the two of you were joint to the hip

you had your own inside jokes and the two of you were rlly close friends

for a bit the two of you just kinda stuck with friends bc you didn’t know each other too well

but after awhile those initial feelings of attraction came back

you came over every time the boys had to perform, once you weren’t able to do his makeup but it didn’t matter bc the two of you were still talking even from all the way across the room

you did his hair and makeup for pretty girl

you were able to watch it live

and idk if it’s physically possible to bust out an uwu

but you did

he did so well, his dance ? phenomenal

facial expressions ? legend

your wig ? in china

anyway, a few weeks pass and you haven’t seen him and life is

dull

cue dramatic sad music

but then you get a call as your waiting for the next episode of produce to play

and your heart nearly stopped functioning bc jinwoo was calling you

and at first you didn’t realize that he had his phone even though he wasn’t supposed too

anyway this boi was crying

and you were like huh wait what boi whats wrong

and he tells you he had been eliminated and you were devastated

you didn’t expect him to get eliminated but more because he was really crying his eyes out

you had missed the episode because you had moved to your room instead of the living room to talk to him

eventually your comforting over the phone had worked ( miraculously ) and he had stopped crying

i mean he’s still a whole child, the both of you were

you didn’t really know what to do to get him to feel better

you two kept talking after he had stopped crying

you could occasionally here his sniffles over the phone and you tried not to squeal 

bc aghem i am calm and i don’t have feelings for my friend

you two had agreed to hang out the next day

you two got ice cream and basically spent the day together

honestly him getting eliminated is what brought you two closer

you helped out with the debut evaluation bc even though jinwoo wasn’t on produce anymore

you had still made a lot of friends on the show

they all asked you how jinwoo was

especially jinhyuk and wooseok his parents

you told him he was getting better

after all he was still sixteen ( in korea ) 

he had a whole future ahead of him

eventually you both had realized you were head over heels for each other

not necessarily love, you two were still going through puberty and well life

but you knew you both wanted to be more than just friends

both of you hung out a lot

and multiple times you just wanted to squish his cheeks and hug him

one time it was freezing out but despite that you met up to hang out

the two of you were wrapped in big jackets and scarves

you were walking around a park and it started snowing

a snowflake landed on your nose

and as cliche as that sounds

maybe the universe was making an exception for two cute human beings who were just too pure and soft

he had laughed and wiped it off your nose with his gloved hand

you were really near each other

you both were just laughing softly and were just looking at each other

like wow ok i’m friends with the smolest person ever save my heart pls

you looked away after you realized you were staring at each other for quite some time

yes you were blushing

so was jinwoo but he tried to hide it

he laughed again and smiled at you

you were mentally telling him to stop being so smug and cute

you grabbed his arm and told him to hurry up so you both could eat some ramen

jinwoo was dragged by you to some local convenience store

the two of you shared some ramen and multiple girls had asked for a photo

ngl you were kind of jealous

some of them were nice

but some of them were looking you up and down

liKE EXCUSE ME MISS IM HIS FRIEND AND YOU’RE NOT GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE

but you’re way too nice for that and jinwoo was watching

mostly the second part

after that you both walked to your house, where his mom’s car was already parked

eventually your parents met because your mom kept wondering who you were leaving the house so much for

not that she was complaining

she kept up with produce too, she knew who this soft boi was

he said goodbye to you and your mom

before getting into the car 

he had hugged you

and mumbled a bye with his chin on your shoulder

you hugged him back ofc

bc who were u to reject a hug from this cute ass boy

although the two of you weren’t exactly waiting for the other to make it official

you both kind of knew that you liked each other

with the help of the other trainees ofc bc you all had a group chat together

you two acted like a soft couple that only shared hugs in public

and held hands only when you two were alone

the farthest you’ve gone is cheek kisses

after a date you were about to leave when you turned around, ran back, and kissed his cheek before saying thank you for the fun day

and you basically ran away after, looking like a whole ass tomato

but he was blushing just as much

to summarize, you two are the cutest non-official couple in the whole of korea

not just the south

im talking about the whole goddamn korea

[cursedlightwood]

i couldn't decide so i just sent you a bunch you can decide if you wanna answer all of them or a few or whatever lol. anyway salty asks! 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 13, 14, 16 :))

EZRA thank u angel 

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? 

CLACE god i can’t believe so many people ship this. i cant believe it was allowed. same with sizzy honestly. also jalec and all the other generally cursed ships but i feel like people go hard on clace and sizzy as otps in this fandom bc theyre canon and god. stop that

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

not really, but to be fair i just sit in my tiny corner of this fandom and do whatever i want. maybe saphael, bc like i get the concept but istg every saphael fan makes raphael hella ooc and they always ignore that hes ace and i, for one, am TIRED

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

hmmmmmm. i definitely rly used to dislike cat/ragnor and ive warmed up to a lillllll more recently. Also clizzy, but only bc i disliked clary in the series pretty significantly when i first watched it but fandom has made me like her a bit more.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

i mean, saphael like i mentioned earlier. oh also lydia.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

JACE god i dont even wanna go into this but hes just a shit character and a worse person and i just dont understand why the fandom wants to fucking idolize him. he treats everyone around him like SHIT and he just truly has no redeeming qualities. That’s probably the main controversial one I also hate lorenzo because god HE DIDNT REDEEM HIMSELF EVERYTHING HE DID TO HELP MAGNUS WAS FOR HIM! being mean to magnus is unforgivable. and then also the classic ones like asmodeus and camille and sebastian/jonathan and valentine if any of these are controversial to u pls reevalute ur choices (not saying u cant enjoy villians as like fun characters but i do see yall bitches out there wanting to redeem sebastian and ship him with people. yall quit that shit). 

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

u didnt give me a character so.....im gonna make the choice.........hit yall with an unpopular alec opinon- alec is noT that progressive. ya’ll love to ignore the shit he said about vampires and the way he talks to simon and treats him as subhuman. like yeah its fun to characterize alec and simon as having like, fun banter but the way he talks about simon (specifically relating to him being a vampire) is blatantly racist and played as funny. him having a downworld council is cool and whatever but its barely anything and if he still acts Like That it doenst matter alexa send tweet. 

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

None of y’all understand that you have to think critically about the content u consume/produce. not all pairings/dynamics are harmless and just bc its fiction doesnt mean that u get a free pass to not think. u can talk all u like about how fiction is fiction and yall can say im part of the purity squad or whatever but producing content featuring pedophilia, incest, and abuse and romanticizing those types of relationships hurts everyone involved. also just cause u have the freedom to say whatever u want on the internet with minimal criticism doesnt mean that u are immune to criticism or that u dont deserve it and this goes doubly for the big names in this fandom.

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

God so many things. Main one is probably that id give the downworlders more complete storylines and screentime (specifically magnus, catarina, ragnor, maia, and raphael but also luke and meliorn and everyone else). also actually decently addressing the racism and all the issues with the clave. would have liked to see the gang take down the entire clave bc its corrupt and horrible. 

[peantbuttr]

meet  ASTRID NILSSEN,      the  twenty three  year old waitress who moved to dayton three months ago.  she’s known as  playful  &  selfish  in equal parts.  astrid  uses she/her pronouns & identifies as bisexual.

hello all !! i’m tea, and i’m in the discord chat if y’all wanna plot or talk !! astrid and i are excited to be here !! sorry this got a lil long. hopefully it’s okay kjgsfgs

i do have severe rape trigger, so while we’re all adults here, please warn me before mentioning and/or refrain from going into detail about plots involving these things so i can manage my shit, you know? you do you, but i also do me, and i just don’t have enough booze to field a panic attack today fgkdfgsg

otherwise pls hit me up and plot. i’m a shy person but if you want plots, i’ll bust my booty to get em for you : ‘)

                     * /  intro. 💋

name:   astrid nilssen

nicknames:  n/a, but if someone gave her one she’d fucking melt

age, bday:   23, june 7th

zodiac:   gemini 

sexuality:    bisexual, no preference

gender:  female, using she/her pronouns

character traits:  flighty, playful, aggressive, intelligent, creative, ambitious, spoiled, selfish

alignment: chaotic neutral, esfp, slytherin

                      * /  past. 💋

tw verbal abuse, age gap, abortion

born in europe from a loveless marriage between a well-bred british socialite and the young heir of an american corporate dynasty, astrid spent most of her life jumping between boarding schools and holidays foisted off on either set of grandparents

all this served to do was isolate her more: she couldn’t fit in with european girls, and she wasn’t familiar enough with america to fit in there either. the isolation grew.

her grandparents didn’t love her any more than her parents did – old money with old values, they ridiculed her for being not skinny enough, too skinny, not pretty enough, too girlish, too stupid, too smart – nothing she did was enough… nothing she did would ever be enough

their constant demanding and belittling left astrid bitter, tired and constantly trying to do better, so much so that it was exhausting, and she felt like she was tiptoeing over glass

she hardly ever saw her parents, let alone saw them within the same room as one another – and quickly she learned that the easiest way to get positive  attention was to demand it. she grew from acting out in class to shoplifting to getting high during the school days

each time she got a final warning from yet another school, her parents would show up, lavish her in gifts to bribe her into obeisance, and for once astrid would feel loved

it escalated and escalated, however, as astrid started pushing further and further in order to earn what she craved, the attention & validation from her family that drove her to just about every extreme she could think of

so it’s no wonder that astrid, a narcissistic little daredevil, fell in love with the first person that showed her the attention she craved. within six months she was devoted to her partner: a much older, and much more controlling person than she’d ever imagined herself with.

it lost its shine, however, when astrid found out she was pregnant just after turning twenty two. she panicked. she knew somewhere in her that she could not trust her partner to take care of her, and she knew that she could not be, and desperately didn’t want to be, a mother.

so she got an abortion. to hide it from her controlling parents, she bought herself expensive trinkets and sold them at pawn shops, and afterwards, nothing felt the same. 

it opened her eyes -- and, after withdrawing several thousand dollars from her trust fund, she disappeared and left home to find a future in dayton.

                     * /  present. 💋

of course her parents keep tabs on her: she sees familiar faces lurking outside her apartment almost daily. still, no one has harassed her yet, and at the moment that’s all she can hope for.

although starting fresh and without a constant family fortune to guide her, so far she’s found working to be mostly agreeable. she waits tables at a little dive club in dayton, using her girlish charm to wiggle tips out of even the most tight-fingered bastard

she’s still selfish and wild, difficult to control, and interested in little else but her next thrill. hell only accentuated her headstrong unruliness, and this is sure to be a problem for her.

muleheaded and relentless, when she gets her teeth in something and decides she likes it, it’s almost impossible to get her to let go.

still, one can earn a semblance of comfort and friendship with her, as much as any narcissist can offer; she’s endlessly loyal to those who earn it, and although her capacity for true effortless kindness has never been nurtured, she makes a needy, protective and attentive friend

                    * /  specific wanted plots. 💋

an old and familiar friend —  she leads an isolating life, though somehow has found a relic of her tumultuous past. this person knew her as a spoiled little rich girl, and knows her now adjusting to hard work and the realities of life as an average person -  open to any gender

a mentor —  rarely does astrid trust anyone with asking for advice and help in her life. still, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and has been raised in a guilded cage: she has to open up to someone and ask what the fuck she’s supposed to do with her taxes. this person is the most trusted friend and ally she has, and the only person who has so far been allowed to see that she really is still just a scared little girl in need of attention -  open to any gender, though preferably a little older / more experienced in life than she is

                   * /  plot ideas. 💋

sexual

i’m open to literally anything .... the standard fwb, hookups & one night stands 

ppl who want a tiny, angry girl to boss them around idk

u need a wlw eightball? astrid is here to help

u need a third to spice things up with ur girl? astrid is here to help

someone she’s uhhh trading favors with cause she’s got Ambition and one of them is a lot of money of her own

romantic

hedonism is her jam so there’s only a few of these i’m putting down

although yooo imagine the drama if someone objectively better than her did catch her eye.... nice

unrequited crush  —  someone astrid caught feelings for and knows they don’t feel the same. she’s trying to work through it, but this person gives her butterflies, she can’t help it. highly undignified for her. wtf is this feeling, get it away from her -  /lays down reverse card  —  someone who wants some angst in the form of unrequited feelings for a tiny brat. unwise, but it happens

break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored  —  a friend to whom astrid played side-chick while they figured out shit with their girl... then made the mistake of getting attached. it’s going to end terribly, she knows, but why not enjoy it while it lasts?

platonic

other people who work in the service industry like a co-workers / boss (still deciding where she works, so if ur muse needs an employee hmu ok), people she’s met at a bar, people she’s known for years somehow, etc.

yin to yang ; someone who is calm and shy, matching astrid’s small, fight-me, wild child energy and balancing her out. astrid’s not sure what she should do with them, but also can’t stop bothering them

heart-to-heart friend ;  someone who sees through all of astrid bullshit, aggression and drama and sees that even through the dramatic haze of brattiness and selfishness , she’s genuinely fuckin... sad underneath it all. they don’t take her shit and coax honesty out of her

ex roommate ; someone whose couch she crashed on when she first arrived, before she got herself her own place. she probably didn’t really ask before deciding she was staying with them and tbh prob was annoying as hell. so it could be a fun connection

negative ; someone who hates her and has tried to fuck her shit up, someone she’s had a falling out with, someone she was Too Mean To, someone she plays mean pranks on, someone who annoys the shit out of her, oo even an ex could exist.... idk fuck me up fam

[murkrees]

older brother! nct (hyung line)

Taeil

okay so

let me start with taeil

cute floofy taeil okay

taeil just gives off these warm brotherly vibes u know???

like honestly you were b l e s s e d to have moon taeil as ur bro

ever since childhood he’d just be so naturally protective over you like

it wouldn’t be overprotectiveness like a certain someone (ty track cOUGH) but it would just be so subtle

as in if you both would be on the bus he would give you the seat closer to the window and stand up while keeping an eye out for anybody who even tried to touch you the wrong way

would be the best if you needed help with your homework

didn’t understand an equation? mOON TAEIL AT YOUR SERVICE

if u ever brought friends over and he would accidentally walk out with his bed hair, oversized tee and boxers

happens way too many times is2g

he’d just stop in his tracks and stare at you all with a blush on his cheeks before whirling around on his heel and walking back to his room without a word

hES SO AWKWARD ITS PRECIOUS AAA

he wouldn’t be the type to glare daggers at a guy you brought over

he’d just stare at him while trying to calm himself down and gulp nervously, eyes shaking like they were in nct life paju during yaja time

he’d clear his throat so much and ask so many weird questions

"so how long have you been dating my sibling”

"around two months?”

"uhh, that’s great, congratulations”

he wouldn’t be super aggressive w you than he would be with the other nct members

but during christmas don’t expect him to be above shoving you outta the way to get to the presents first

moon taeil is precious protect him

Johnny

JOHNNY

MY MAN

u guys would be sibling goals af ngl

would always back down in fights cause he hated fighting w u

always always always ruffles your hair

can get aggressive sometimes but its okay you get aggressive back

would be ur no.1 supporter

have an show at school??? expect him to have front row seats while holding a handycam in his hand, cheering the loudest 4 u

fundraiser????? he’ll be standing by your booth and persuading everyone to buy your cupcakes cause let’s be real this boy has looks and enough smooth talk to churn butter

going on a date to a fancy restaurant? it’s johnny’s fashion evaluation

"wear the red dress we bought two months ago and use the pearl earrings mom gave you for your birthday”

"what are those heeeeels use the other pair woman!!! ur legs will look better”

wouldn’t be the overprotective type if you brought a guy/girl over

would try to get along as well as he could w him/her to make you comfortable

he always puts you first and makes sure you know that

Taeyong

lee taeyong!!!

real sweetheart

would b so overprotective of u and he wouldn’t even realize

if u brought a guy over he’d just make up random excuses to tail you around and “supervise”

cough cough glare at him the whole time

but halfway through he’d just kinda snap back to reality and realize how he’d been acting

and just kind of tone it down a little

ngl your friends would love going over to your house because of him lmao

you guys would just have that kind of relationship where you just completely understand and count on each other

like if you had a nightmare you’d just knock on his room door and peek in and he’s writing lyrics with only his desk lamp on

and he looks up at you with bed hair and home clothes and he sees your face

you guys don’t even exchange words before he understands you had a nightmare and you just trudge over and flop on his bed and fall asleep there as he continues to write lyrics

or if he had a particularly stressful day and he’d come home looking like shit

you’d just bring out the pillows and blankets and lay them out on the sofa with two tubs of ice cream with your favorite flavors

and he’d just plop down next to you and you’d just listen to him vent

honestly taeyong wouldn’t even be in the position he was in now if it weren’t for you

sibling support 100000000%

Yuta

this boi

probably made you cry a lot during your childhood lbr

there’d be times where he’d tease you for your pigtails

“mooooom yuta’s teasing me again!!!”

“moooooooooooooooom yuta’s teasing me again!!!!!!!!!!” (yuta’s imitation of your voice)

but as you both grew up he matured and so did u

of course there’d still be times where he’d tease you but they’d be more playful and less intense

“what are you going on, a date? who’s the unlucky guy stupid enough to go on a date with you”

“funny because the last time i checked he was in that idol group of yours”

cue yuta choking on his spit

there’d be times where you’d be cooped up in your room studying for exams

and he’d knock on your room door licking a stick of ice cream and handing another one to you while asking if you needed a break of a ride to the nearest café/starbucks for a change of scenery

or times where he’d be in a pissy mood and you made sure to give him space to cool down

but u do knock on his door and tell him quietly that you have a plate of his favorite food in the microwave

and he never answers but by the morning the plate would already be washed

brags abt u a lot to the other members (not that you would know that)

tbh i honestly think he’d be even more protective than taeyong

wouldn’t be above threatening your boyfriend if they ever hurt you

if u ever come home crying he’d go ballistic

“tELL ME WHO THE HELL I NEED TO BEAT UP ONLY I CAN MAKE MY SISTER CRY”

secretly a big softie for you no lie

Kun

the nicest older brother to ever exist

the most understanding person you’ve ever met

treats you to food all the time

never allows you to pay after

“what kind of older brother would i be if i cant even treat you for a meal??”

you go to him for advice,, like,, all the time

a great listener

went home crying after some school drama? better expect kun already there with some ice cream and blankets ready to listen to your latest emotional rollercoaster

your parents could always trust him to take care of you if they had dates or had to go out so you never had babysitters

all your friends wish they had kun as their older brother

(pretty sure some of them had crushes on him, but i mean,,,, who wouldn’t)

can be savage if he wants to but only if you poke fun at him

doesn’t look like it but can be quite playful

sometimes you’d tease him and he’d just look at you with that done-ass face

drives you everywhere!!! even accompanies you to the mall or to do some shopping

actually so touched the first time you bought him a meal with your own money

“my baby’s growing up…” sniff

“shut up this is literally a two dollar street snack”

in his eyes you’re still a little kid

love older brother kun thanks

Doyoung

ngl he’d be the type to not know how to act around you when you both were young??

“what do you want for your christmas present?? what do girls ur age like??? what do children like keep me up to date what are fedgeet speeners”

only comes out of his room to grab some food

as you both grew older he’d be more comfortable around you

before performances he would send you selcas of him to ease his preperformance nerves

tons of selcas his gallery would be filled with them tbh

“whos ur favorite brother”

“obviously me ahaha who am i kidding”

“its not gongmyung right”

“right???”

“(y/n) pls answer me”

always remembers to buy you random trinkets from his tours abroad bcs he knows how much u love them

u always go to him when you need help with your schoolwork or study but always roasts you about your grades

“what do you mean you don’t understand trigonometry its literally the easiest thing in the book”

his savage side always shows up whenever u two hang out together

“oh u like that necklace? buy it urself”

ends up buying that necklace for u anyway

showers u with gifts cause he doesn’t know how to show his affection otherwise

nags u a lot but that’s because he lovs u

(and bcos ur a mess)

“you ate dinner right?? im not accepting a ‘yes’ if you ate instant ramyeon”

“i don’t care if you have finals you are bathing at least once a day ya stinkie”

“wash those dishes piling up in your sink (y/n) gross”

be grateful for older brother doyoung keeping you in check

Ten

oof

you know he’s that one bitch

one of the most annoying™ people you’ve known growing up

kind of distant to you while you were teens because of how hectic his life is

still doesn’t exempt his love for teasing you though

i mean,,, have you seen that one picture of ten casually taking a selfie as his mom scolds his sister right beside him,,, yeah

probably the type to wake you up saying you were late for school just to record you running around the house like a madman and going out the door just to realize its 4 am on a saturday

but you grew up watching his antics so you knew what not to do when you got older

as the both of you shifted to adulthood you got closer

ended up as you taking care of him and making sure he doesn’t accidentally get in trouble most of the time

still teases you playfully though

“no ten the market is this way jesus christ get off your phone”

“oho so you do care! if you care about me that much why don’t you pay for our meal—”

“go choke”

being ten’s sibling automatically makes you friends with johnny no ifs ors buts

ten brought him along to one of your hangout sessions without telling you beforehand and now he’s just,,, there

you don’t even bat an eye at him anymore

or the other members he brings along

probably tried to set you up with johnny more than once but the both of you have already caught on and are just playing along to amuse him

automatically makes you good friends with lisa too

lowkey doesn’t want to introduce bambam to you oops

is so subtly protective of you but lbr who could get intimidated by his 169 cm ass

like that time he caught jaemin glancing your way for a tad bit too long and he just gave him the look™

never likes the guys you hang out with

“that kind of guy doesn’t deserve you (y/n),,, you need someone gentlemanly, someone nice and tall like johnny-“

“if you like him that much why don’t you date him instead”

you may have grown up but in his eyes you’re still that little girl with pigtails he used to pull

older sibling ten is annoying but you love him anyway

Jaehyun

jaehyoOons

growing up with such an attractive brother was both a blessing and a curse

sure he was attractive and that itself was a plus point but then you had to deal with all the fakies that came at you just to get closer to your dorky older brother

not to mention the countless times he accompanied you somewhere or picked you up from school and heads would just turn

it got annoying at times but then you got used to it

now you just enjoy the perks of having such an attractive brother because honestly, who wouldn’t

not to mention good lucks are hereditary lucky you ;)))

good brother,, always follows your parents instructions so if anybody ever got in trouble it was you

if you were up to mischief and he found out he always covered for you,,, no exceptions even if he didn’t approve of whatever you were doing

the little sneak got good at lying from all the times he covered for you

always ALWAYS always there to comfort you whenever you had a bad day or if you were crying

not necessarily protective but still ready to give a little “warning” to whoever messes with you

talked to you a lot ever since you were children

by a lot i mean a lot

because he’s pretty shy at school when he was younger he makes up for it by discussing alien conspiracy theories with you

now that he’s opened up more it doesn’t mean that you both don’t enjoy a good conversation about whether or not mars had living beings

whenever you both had meals together or dinner with the family there wasn’t a moment where he didn’t steal your food

“food tastes the best when it’s on another person’s plate”

rly sneaky about it but you always notice

gets angry at you if you don’t take care of yourself properly

like the time he ignored all your messages and calls for two whole days cause he found out you consecutively skipped lunch and dinner

makes sure you have your priorities straight

older brother! jae is amazing lucky you

Winwin

whatta weirdo

ever since you were children he’s always been an oddball

clings to you wherever you go

even though he’s older than you sometimes it feels like you’re the older one who has to take care of him

honestly if it weren’t for you he probably wouldn’t have survived the first 15 years of his life

not to mention the multiple times you had to guide him whenever you were in malls or in a crowded marketplace just to make sure he doesn’t get lost or distracted

would fool around with you during family gatherings

inside jokes are a thing no ifs buts ors

whenever something reminds you of that inside joke you’d just look at each other from the other side of the room and make eye contact before smirking

all your other siblings are so done with you two,,, especially your parents

like the time the both of you attempted to bake a cake for fun and eggs ended up on the ceiling

don’t ask

it took all your willpower to stop winwin from burning the place down

when you guys finished you were covered in all sorts of ingredients and spend 15 minutes laughing about it

but you got closer thanks to that!!

even though winwin should not be allowed in the kitchen or near a stove anymore sometimes when you two hang out and want to reminisce you just start baking

always ends up in a mess but you two have fun anyway

as you two grew up there wouldn’t be much that changed

he texts you random korean words or phrases just to show you how much he’s been improving

actually convinced you to take up learning korean too

you would call him and talk to him in korean to practice and he would cheer you on or correct you if you got any words wrong

lowkey doesn’t want you to meet any of the nct members except for renjun lmao

would probably try to set you up with renjun,,,, but ended up as you two being rly good friends so it was a win/win situation ha ha

has actually had to fight yuta to make sure he did not get your number

“but if winwin is this cute then how cute could his sibling be??? come on pls”

you know all his embarrassing secrets,,, and always made sure to bring it up whenever he has members over

he would whine for you to be quiet about it and stop

older sibling! winwin is too lovable u are blessed

Jungwoo

s o f t

literally the best older brother you could ask for

took care of you so much when you were children

basically coddled you

fell down in the playground and scraped your knee? expect older brother jungwoo to run around finding a bandaid before putting it on your knee as he told you to be more careful

forgot lunch? jungwoo will 420 blaze it to your classroom and hand over his lunch saying that he’ll steal some food off of his friends

had arguments with you whether or not cow was spelt with a c or a k

someone made you cry? the moment you entered the house you’d just hug him and cry to his sweater

he’d just hug you back and tell you it’s okay while caressing your head

older brother jungwoo is soFT

he probably wouldn’t change as you got older

still coddled you nonstop 24/7/365

“its going to rain today don’t forget to bring your umbrella”

“yes mom”

soccer nights are a thing and tradition to never forget or break

you always wanting to meet nct and jungwoo chuckling nervously

“(y/n),,,, im not sure that’s a very good idea,,,”

you teasing him playfully

“I saw that new meme on instagram about you,,, can you try saying ‘skorret’ again”

“dO YoU havE JunGwOOiTis?”

“(y/n) pls stop”

“you know the general public and your members seem to have the image that you’re real soft i wonder if they know about the time where you-“

“ssssssshhhhhh”

but all is good because jungwoo loves you!! and you love him back don’t forget that

[folkloreguk]

Pick Me Up (optional bias smut)

(yes I did use ioi’s song as a title for my smut pls don’t fight me) 

warnings: smut, horrible pick-up lines

pairing: reader (fem) x optional bias (male)

A/N: I thought about Ilhoon from BTOB when I wrote this but you can literally imagine anyone! I didn’t proof read this bc it’s late and I wanted to post it, but I’ll do that tomorrow. I hope you won’t find mistakes and even if you do, enjoy reading!! x

(H/N means “his name”)

[I wish I could tag my masterlist here, but if I do this post won’t show up for you guys anymore, but I havea link in my description!]

You were convinced. He was the most annoying fuckboy you had ever met. There were at least 10 other girls in your class, that were just as good looking as you. But for some reason he had chosen you. You didn’t understand why, but ever since he had first seen you, he hadn’t stopped trying to get with you. The amount of times he had asked you for your number was out of control. Not that you were going to give it to him any time soon.

You had to admit, he was smooth. He never seemed to run out of energy when it came to making up pick-up lines and asking you about your previous boyfriend. You had broken up with him after he had cheated on you. It turned out he had only been in it for the sex, and it prompted you to have lost all trust in boys. Otherwise, mr. fuckboy was the annoying but smart kid in class, who every teacher wanted to hate. They simply couldn’t, though, because no matter how many silly remarks he made, he always made up for them with just as many clever ones. He did manage to make you laugh too, at times when you weren’t busy being annoyed at him. All he seemed to think about was sex. And you.

The worst part about hating his acting though, was, by far, his handsomeness. Of course you would never admit it in his presence, but you didn’t exactly think he was ugly. But being attractive wasn’t all it took to make you open up to him. A boy. Boys, of whom you knew you shouldn’t trust them ever again. Sometimes you felt yourself doubting your devotion when you stared at him. When he grinned slyly after having made a smooth remark towards you before he turned around in his seat, facing the teacher who had probably warned him about interrupting the lesson already. But you were strong-willed.

“Shut up,” you muttered at him under your breath, glancing at the clock in the corner of the class room. 5 minutes to go. You can do this. He grinned, not fazed by your comment. He had just showed you an actual screw he had brought from home. “Wanna screw?” had his exact words been. You had never been this done with anyone. Lucky for him, your teacher had no interest in warning his students for interrupting. Especially because no one was listening anymore when there were only 4 minutes of the lesson left.

“I admit, not my best one. Here’s another one,” he said. Oh boy, here we go again. “If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?”

You wished in that exact moment you could slap his smirk off his face. Why did he have to sit in front of you? 3 minutes left.

“Your chances are smaller than zero, how many times do I have to tell you?” you muttered.

“Actually, my chances would be 50%. But I guess you- Ow!” he let out, as you had smacked his arm playfully. “You know you’ll say yes one day.”

“In your dreams,” you laughed ironically. “Can’t you just behave like any other normal student for a minute?”

And so he did. For the last minute, he turned around and shut up. You were almost impressed. Now and then you caught him taking a glimpse at the clock on the wall, eager to leave just like anyone else in the room. At the same time, you caught yourself staring at him. Black skinny jeans, deep blue sweater, some sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary. His hair looked a little messy from where he ran his hand through it earlier (Not that you had noticed that, too). Then, the bell rang. Finally. Voices bubbled up and chairs scratched over the floor. You packed your bag just as he stood up, placing his own bag on his table. Rummaging through it, he pulled his phone out, checking the screen. A second later, his face darkened in concern.

“Crap. There’s something wrong with my phone,” he cursed. You were 900% ready to get out of this classroom, but being the good person you were, you worried at his genuinely stressed expression. When he was being normal for a minute, you couldn’t help but be polite.

“What is it?” you asked. He looked at you for a moment, then sighed.

“Your number isn’t in it,” he said, sounding completely serious. Was he for real?

“And that’s the way it should be,” you caught yourself. “I need my break from you when I’m at home.”

And with that, you left him standing. If you just had his determination and used it for school work, you’d have heavenly grades. You dragged your body home, feeling unusually tired. You didn’t have a big appetite, which was unusual, and couldn’t focus on anything.

The next day you were sick. You were sure it was nothing serious, but decided to stay at home either way. At least in your bed you would be left alone. No pick-up lines for a day seemed like a week of holidays to you. It was a Thursday filled with coughing, sipping hot tea and watching your favorite TV show. You felt better in the evening, but not exactly healthy.

The next day you walked into the kitchen. It was morning and you were ready to leave for school again. The second your mother heard the ugly cough leave your throat, though, she sent you straight back to bed. Fine, you thought. Even though you didn’t feel sick anymore, another day in bed surely wouldn’t hurt. It was Friday anyway, allowing you to be excited about the weekend already.

Around noon you decided to check your phone for messages from your friends. You were sure you had missed homework and other school stuff you didn’t exactly feel like dealing with. To your surprise, none of your friends had messaged you about homework. Instead, you found a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: hey

                                                you: who is this?? 

unknown number: if you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you

                                               you: how the hell did u get my number??????? 

unknown number: we got paired up for a project

                                               you: what u talking abt??? 

unknown number: mr. smiths made us a pair for the history projects so ur friend had to give me ur number. its due to monday

                                               you: what the hell???? 

unknown number: I didn’t come up with the dead line

unknown number: btw what’s with all the question marks

                                              you: it’s called confusion

                                              you: so when do we meet up? 

unknown number: tomorrow? my place

You knew your parents wouldn’t be at home all day, and praying that his would be, you said yes. So there was still a small chance you wouldn’t have to spend an entire afternoon in a house alone with him.

On Saturday afternoon you had thrown on a random sweater with some pants, your sneakers and left your house. When you pulled up in his driveway you instantly noticed the lack of cars. He’s not getting into my pants, you told yourself. Why did you even have to remind yourself? For some reason, you felt nervous.

He ripped the door open around two seconds after you had rang the bell. In surprise, you flinched. The way he leaned against the door frame and grinned smugly made you frustrated. And you hadn’t even entered the house.

“Come in,” he made a dramatic gesture behind him, waving you inside. It almost made you laugh. Almost.

“Okay, first of all, rules.” You entered the house and looked around.

“Rules? What is this? BDSM?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. He nodded his head towards the stairs and you followed him.

“Focus,” you said, making him chuckle even more. “No pick-up lines. We need to get stuff done if this needs to be finished by Monday. I really need a good grade on this. Smiths already hates me for no reason.”

“Do I really distract you that badly?” he asked, smirking and turning around to you. His hair was messy, but in a good-looking way. His collar bones peeked out from under his shirt. You guessed he did distract you a little.

“See? That’s what I meant. Keep those comments in. At least until we’re back at school,” you said, entering his room after him. It looked cozy, and like he had just cleaned up. You hadn’t expected him to be messy, but not this clean either.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s literally my character, if you haven’t noticed yet, sweetheart,” he said, sitting down at his table, smirking again.

“Sweetheart?” you asked in disbelief. You realized that he wouldn’t stop with his comments until you did. And because fighting wouldn’t get you anywhere, you decided to shut up and start working. Your topic was the most boring subject you had ever heard about, making it even more bothersome to research it. It had been at least three hours. He had kept quite calm throughout it all, but you still seemed to struggle to make progress. You had taken your space on the floor, leaning against his bed. Around you, pens and papers were sprawled across the floor while you bit your lip trying to figure out a structure for your presentation.

“I need a break,” he murmured quietly from his desk. You only hummed, your thoughts focused on the presentation. Your hand ran through your hair, sighing in stress. He cleared his throat, making you jump.

“Looks like you could need a break too,” he laughed. “I’m gonna get a glass of water. Do you want one as well?”

Still in concentration, you snapped out of your trance slowly. You got up while nodding, deciding he was right, for once.

You watched the back of his head as he walked. The work had made you sleepy and dizzy, a little as if you were drunk. Crazy thoughts flooded your brain all of a sudden. Your fingertips tickled at the thought of running your hands through his hair, down the nape of his neck. You had always loved his neck, you just never had admitted it. Shaking your head, you asked yourself what had suddenly gotten into you. All you hoped for was for the water to wake you up and let you focus again. You entered the kitchen.

You thanked him when he handed you a glass of cold water. After you had downed it, you still didn’t think clearer.

“I don’t think we’ll get to finish this today. My mom wants me to be home by eight for dinner,” you admitted. It was already half eight. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

For a moment he blinked at you, then he grinned. You already knew what that expression meant.

“I mean…hopefully you…,” he mumbled. When you playfully lifted your hand as if to smack him, he held up both hands in surrender and giggled. “Okay! I don’t have plans, alright?”

“That’s literally all you had to say,” you let out, shaking your head at him.

“Y/N. Be honest for once. You like my pick-up lines,” he urged you. You laughed ironically. “Deep down, you do.”

“You drive me insane,” you said.

“That wasn’t a no!” he yelled in success, putting down his glass. “Come on. What’s so bad about me? What wrong have I ever done to you?”

You were taken aback by his sudden question. What wrong had he done to you? He had never been rude, only his goofy, sex-obsessed self. You glanced at his face. His eyes were waiting for an answer, hands crossed above his chest.

“I’m just not very fond of boys after my ex cheated-” you began.

“Seriously? You compare me to your ex-boyfriend?” he asked, genuinely offended. It was true, he was nothing like your ex. Much funnier, to begin with.

“I’m not comparing you! I guess I just don’t want to get involved with a guy any time soon,” you admitted.

“It’s not like I want to get married to you!” he argued.

“Wow, thanks,” you laughed at his defensiveness. “What do you want, then?”

He tilted his head at your question as if saying “Are you serious?”. Suddenly, he took a step towards you, startling you. Your body backed up against the counter, hands gripping the hard material as he studied your face.

“You know exactly what I want,” he breathed out. His face was so close to yours, you could feel the air from his lungs on your skin. It made your heart beat restlessly. His hand went under your chin, as if telling you. It was you, he wanted. You waited for his lips, but they never touched yours. He was waiting for your reaction. You realized he wasn’t going to kiss you without your consent. The boy wasn’t just determined, he also had one hell lot of self-control. Unlike you.

You closed the space between the two of you, lips colliding. Kissing him felt like triggering an avalanche of built-up frustration and emotions that had only been waiting to break free. His hands grabbed your sides roughly. He finally had what he wanted. In agreement, he let out a low sound when you pushed your body against his, chests touching. His tongue swiped over your lip, and you opened your mouth instantly. He tasted of bubble gum and smelled of cologne. His hands were even more eager than his mind, exploring your hips and waist, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You felt as if a ton-heavy weight was slowly lifting off you as you relaxed against his controlling touch and dominant kisses. He was right. Sex wouldn’t hurt your feelings. Not like your ex-boyfriend had. But your thoughts of him washed away in a blink when the boy in front of you pulled away and turned his attention to your neck. Your breath was shaky when he kissed you roughly, his teeth scraping against your skin. For a moment you let your head hang back, closing your eyes. His lips were soft but so passionate at the same time.

When your eyes opened, they fell onto the clock above the fridge. It was five to eight. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, hold on,” you mumbled, softly tugging at his shirt. The look he gave you resembled a puppy whose food had been taken away. “I gotta get home, or else my mom kills me. She wants to have a family dinner. I’m sorry.”

He pouted, but nodded hesitantly. You wished you could’ve just been that rebel that ignored their parents for once. But that’s not who you were.

“But you’ll come over again tomorrow, right?” he asked, hope in his look as he showed you the way to the door.

“Yeah. To finish the project,” you emphasized.

“Sure,” he grinned, rolling his eyes. For the first time, you couldn’t blame him for thinking about sex now.

“I mean it! We’re not even halfway through, especially the presentation is not even close to finishing. We still need to write the entire text and draw the map. It’ll never work out,” you suddenly started to worry. Tomorrow was your last day and you had to spend it working with a boy that was sexually frustrated because of you. Which you, by the way, were as well.

“I’ll work on it tonight, maybe I get to finish it,” he said, completely calm.

“If you finish the project tonight I’m the princess of China,” you joked.

“And you’d let me have what I want?” he asked, unfazed. Let him have what he wanted. You laughed at him. There was no way he could finish the project by himself, in that short time. But a boy can dream.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, already out the door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.”

The next day at 3 you left your house, your bag full of pens, books and paper. You remembered the way to his house perfectly, and pulled up in front of it 10 minutes later. You chewed on your lip nervously whilst waiting for the door to swing open. You had thought the feeling would’ve gone away by now. But no way. The second you laid eyes on him when he opened up, you wanted him even more than yesterday. His hair looked freshly done but you wished you could mess it up. His lips were parted slightly as his gaze ran over your figure. You hadn’t worn anything special, just casual clothes. Yet he eyed you as if he never wanted to look at anyone else. When his look met yours, you looked away shyly.

“Come on in,” he said, completely relaxed. Without words you followed him to his room. The half which had the bed looked practically untouched. The other half, however, was a tornado-like chaos. Various pens sprawled across all surfaces and paper with messy notes covered every surface.

“Told you,” he grinned proudly. You lifted your eyebrows when he carefully stepped over the paper maze and grabbed a stack of them. Proudly, he handed it to you. You couldn’t believe your eyes. While he watched you, your eyes scanned the text quickly, making sure it made sense. You had known he was smart, but not this smart. Suddenly you wished you could do all of your projects with him.

“You did this by yourself? Last night?” you asked, still surprised. He chuckled.

“Indeed. It took me until three in the morning, but it’s done now,” he said. “Not a big deal.”

“Why didn’t you work that hard yesterday when I was over?” you asked.

“Honestly? I wanted you to stay over longer,” he admitted. His determination was definitely out of control.

“And now you asked me to meet again. If you were finished anyway you didn’t need me to come over,” you noticed. Then you remembered his words from last evening. He wanted his reward. You caught him licking his lips and your stomach flipped. Quickly, you looked over the text in your hands again.

“Is this how badly you want to get into my pants?” you joked, gesturing to the paper.

„Actually I think I just discovered my love for the history of the Medieval and Modern Africa,“ he explained matter-of-factly. You laughed out, and at the sound his eyes crinkled up too.

“Oh, of course, I’m sure of it,” you played along. “You know I could still say no now, and you’d have to accept it, right?”

He thought for a second.

„Sure, you could and I would. That sounds a lot like you’re saying yes, though,” he commented, smirking his famous, way too confident smile. He had never been more right and you knew it.

“Look. This one time, I’ll let you get away with it. But for the record, you can’t buy me with work. I’m only agreeing because I wa-” you started, holding up your finger. Suddenly, he walked over to you, grabbed your sides and attacked your mouth with his. You let out a surprised sound and stumbled backwards. You didn’t fall, though, because his grip on you was tight and after three chaotic steps your back hit the wall. There was no way for you to leave now, (not that you wanted to anyway) as his hands lay flat against the wall on your sides and he kissed you like his life depended on it.

He wasn’t doing anything particularly dominant, but the way he had you caged between the wall and his body and controlled the way you kissed him made your knees feel weak. Your previous boyfriend had made you feel good, but in a very sweet way. The boy that was all over you right now, however, seemed to not have the word vanilla in his vocabulary. You had no problem with him being rough. When you thought about it you let out a low whimper, to which he responded with a low growl.

“I’ve waited for so long, I thought I was gonna go insane,” he breathed against your lips as your chest heaved at the intensity of his kisses. You didn’t know how to speak anymore. Instead, you grabbed his neck and pulled him against you again. The way his tongue moved over yours made you wonder what else it could do to you. Involuntarily, your legs pressed together.

His hands were pulling your hair softly before moving downwards. Almost innocently they wandered over your chest, but you instantly arched your back, wanting more. They continued over your sides, holding you firmly by your hips. Then, they began lifting your top eagerly. You didn’t hesitate. It landed on the floor and meanwhile, he took off his own. You eyes barely had any time to admire his toned upper body, before they closed when his lips attacked your neck fiercely. His hands grabbed your ass and you moaned slightly. The way his lips played with your senses made you feel like melting underneath his teasing touch. They were rough and biting, and a second later soft and soothing. Your head leaned against the wall as he skillfully opened your bra, letting you toss it to the side carelessly. You whimpered at the sudden contact when his lips closed around one of your nipples, his hand playing with the other. His teeth grazed over your skin repeatedly, surely leaving purple marks. At least no one would see them there.

When he pressed his body against yours, you felt the bulge in his pants had grown. That didn’t take long, you thought proudly. On the other hand, you weren’t surprised. He was basically begging you to let him fuck you on a daily basis. You laughed quietly. While he was playing with the waistband of your pants, almost dragging them down, he reacted.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, confused but amused. You blushed, helping him to get rid off your pants, his following afterward.

“I was just thinking about how happy you must be now,” you explained, teasing him.

“I’m in heaven,” he didn’t hesitate to say. You were busy laughing as he took your arm and lead you to his comfortable looking bed. Turns out it didn’t just look the way. First, you admired his soft sheets, but then your focus diverted to him. To his mouth, to be exact. He kissed down your chest teasingly, but you felt how eager he was to get to your lower region. His hands stroking over your hips so tenderly were a massive contrast to his mouth. He licked and bit your skin until he reached the material of your underwear.

“You’re sure about this, right?” he asked. You wondered about his sudden hesitation.

“Of course I am,” you assured him, begging him to continue with your look.

“And you’ve done this before, right?” he asked. You were taken aback.

“What made you think I haven’t?” you asked, getting really impatient by the second.

“I just thought…, maybe you didn’t react to my pick up lines and jokes because you had never-” he explained. You laughed out. He looked puzzled.

“The problem wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex before, which I have, by the way. Your pick-up lines are just really, really bad,” you joked, grinning at him. He was playfully outraged.

“Okay, wait, you’ll love this one. Why do-,” he began, but was cut off by your voice.

“I am laying on your bed, half-naked and you’re trying to impress me with a pick-up line? You can do better than that,” you scolded him, chuckling. The tension between your legs became more unbearable with every passing second of him not touching you, and you couldn’t handle it.

“You’re right. I’ll show you how to be truly impressed, don’t worry,” he was back to being his cocky self. You were almost glad, because finally he pulled down your underwear. You lifted yourself up on your forearms, watching him as he breathed hot air against your wet center. Gently, his arms wrapped around your bent legs, laying on your lower stomach.

“Please, hurry,” you begged. He smirked, and you almost regretted saying it. Then you sucked in a breath when he licked a stripe over your folds, teasing you endlessly. He chuckled lowly when you let out a mix between a whimper and a groan, only leaving you more eager. His tongue was way too gentle on you. Forcingly, he pushed your legs apart further, giving him better access. When his tongue went over your clit, he suddenly stopped the game. While his finger nails dug into your stomach’s skin, he sucked on your clit, first hard, then softly and so on. He hadn’t been lying. Your throat left a breathy moan when he continued with licking, this time stronger than at first. As time went on, his muscle became faster and you felt yourself become weaker. You had to admit, he looked extra good laying between your thighs. You smiled in bliss, forgetting everything else around you.

“You’re so damn good at this,” you said, but the last part ended in a whimper when he payed extra attention to your sweet spot, making you see stars for a second.

“Told you,” he mumbled, barely pulling away. The vibrations his voice sent through you made you grip the bedsheets tightly. “If you would’ve only realized it sooner.”

He smirked up at you, not stopping his actions. Your stomach twisted in pleasure and anticipation. At this point, holding yourself up was no point anymore. You let your upper body fall backwards, the soft sheets catching you as you closed your eyes. You felt like you wanted to get even closer, although his face was basically buried between your legs. You squirmed under his grip when you felt yourself near your release.

“Stay still for me,” he ordered. There was only a little dominance in his voice, yet it made you want to behave. Even though you knew you couldn’t.

“But I’m so close,” you whimpered. He only took your words as a motivation. Faintly, you wondered how he had gotten so good with his mouth. His hands made you shiver even though they were gripping your body with roughness, keeping you in place. As you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release, your hands went to his hair. He slowed down for a second, but then he realized you didn’t want him to stop. The short break seemed to have left you even more sensitive. When he began sucking your sweet spot again, you almost couldn’t take it. His tongue leaped at your clit quickly. All you could do was close your eyes and attempt to control your moans. Within seconds you were coming, squirming underneath his touch while pulling his hair. Your back arched off the mattress and you moaned his name, no one else on your mind. He slowed down his actions and you shook slightly when he licked your over-sensitive clit one last time before pulling away.

For a few seconds you caught your breath, feeling his arms loosening their grip and his hands stroking over your skin soothingly. You stared at the ceiling for a while as your chest heaved, eyes blinking slowly. For some reason, you didn’t have enough of him yet. When you looked down, he was already staring up at you, grinning proudly at your expression. He gave you no signs of being eager, even though you were pretty sure he was. He was simply admiring you. It made you feel slightly weird.

“Are you not gonna take your pants off?” you asked. He laughed at your comment, shaking his head out of his focused state. Then, he got up and did just that. His boner was prominent and looked almost painful. He made a move towards the bed, almost as if he was going to climb on top of you. Then, he stopped in his tracks.

“Wait-” you began. Use protection, kids.

“Condom, I know,” he said, digging through his dressing table. When he finally scrambled onto the bed, he seemed to have lost all patience. Your hands went around his neck while he pumped his shaft a few times, squinting his eyebrows at the built up tension.

“Ready?” he asked you. You nodded before he had even finished the word. He entered you slowly, but wasted no time in picking up pace. At first, you whimpered at how he filled you up and how sensitive you were. Then, you got lost in the way he bit his lip and how his jaw flexed under his skin. His moans sounded like music to your ears. He was holding himself up on his arms while your legs bent a little, making him slam into you at a perfect angle. You cried out when he almost pulled out fully, only to thrust back into you until his hips met yours, his skin hot against yours. Your hands were playing with his soft hair by the nape of his neck, while he lowered his head a little. He wasn’t kissing you, but your lips were touching slightly, your unsteady breaths becoming one. He repeated your name a few times, as if praising you. His arms flexed under his weight, his veins standing out.

His member brushed over your sweet spot over and over, making you clench around him. He grunted at the sensation, only leading you to do it again. You loved seeing the way he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure. His thrusts were quick, but seemed less controlled than in the beginning, meaning he must have been close. Curses left his mouth, while you moaned softly. His motion became even quicker as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your skin. His name slipped past your lips when he messily kissed you there, not slowing down his thrusts. When you clenched your walls around him again, he was sent over the edge.

He groaned, his arms giving out and he fell onto his forearms, basically laying on top of you now. His skin was hot and his breaths uncontrolled, face still in your neck. When he looked up at you he looked thoroughly content. You grinned tiredly. He pulled out carefully, making you whimper. For a few seconds you stayed that way, catching your breaths. It was quiet in the room, and you felt energetic and at the same time completely exhausted. Of course he was the first to speak.

“Don’t you wanna hear my pick-up line from earlier?” he asked. You almost smacked him. Then, you laughed.

“Okay, tell me,” you said, leaving him surprised. He was going to tell you anyway.

“People call me H/N, but you can call me tomorrow.”

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spoilers for voltron season 4 under the cut!

Episode 1:

BOM keith!!! We knew about it but still aaaa

why is everyone being a dick to keith let him live

theyre keeping him so busy just let him take a nap

btw this is 100% not real shiro this is a clone this is wrong

i need a hairspray AU with coran as corny collins

lance had to have been a theatre kid cmon

why does kolivan’s mask have 3 eye holes? he doesnt have 3 eyes does he? 

other guy has 3 eye holes too

rip other guy

i s2g keith is gonna get back and everyone’s gonna rip into him but this poor boy just needs some oxygen and a nap jfc

coran laser noises!!!

NOT! MY! SHIRO!

ew ka//ura like kudos to shippers but *sigh*

keiths bom suit lowkey looks like he has boobs like i am totally here for trans!keith yes pls

kolivan insists he doesnt bind during missions bc its dangerous and that just adds to his stress levels poor bby

there are. furries in this rebellion. god damn it

“undetected” my boy keith doesnt do “undetected” guys

pls just let keith be happy omg

whyyyy are they furries??? like the artists knew what they were doing cmon

im gonna cry if this is actually shiro like i love kuron to death but please no

im so scared omg

let! keith! rest!!!

“he can finally be the leader i was unable to be” god keith ily im sorry babe

sheith hug!!!! leading into a group hug!!!!

but lets be real im terrified like keith is leaving the team what the fuck

Episode 2:

aaaa flashback!!! Katie!!!

o shit this is called Reunion we’re gonna find matt this episode!!!

ill punch this kid callin pidge a nerd fight me bro

MATT FLASHBACK

pidge is so cute holy fucking shit

also tag yourself im matt’s “big fucking muscles”

ooh heres the scene they showed at nycc does that mean the kaltenecker scene is in the season too?

my smol smart child im love her

smol smart badass child

stop! misgendering! my! child!

pls give pideg her brother back 

“paladin pidge” how cute

IM LOVE PIDGE

plant gun!

portable xray!

o shit matt was an officer!!!

i like how matt’s “rebel officer transponder” picture is him in the galra prison gear lol

omg matt “what the garrison doesnt know wont hurt them” i love

“what dad doesnt know wont hurt him” MATT

im gonna scream if matts dead

dont you dare

theres still 9 minutes left dont you dare

FUCK

please plesae please please god

FUCK THESE FUCKING WRITERS

STUPID EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH JFC

its almost 3am and im glad im emotionally dead inside or else i would have cried like 4 times already

THERE HE IS

omg its just like ree’s canon holy shit lol

there he is holy shit thank god

this is. so pure.

ofc matt has a bounty on his head jfc

“lets show this guy what the holts are made of” god fucking bless

ok now you guys gotta find sam too cmon

niceeee good work guys damn

SCIENCE NERDS OMG

Episode 3:

okay pidge has her brotehr now lets get my boys back in the right lions kthx

ok so after rewatching s3 i think haggar and zarkon are possessed by these creatures

omg. omg matt is straight for allura wtf this is the Last Thing I Expected

shatt hug!!

technically kuratt hug but shhhhhhhh

omg lance calm down

oh boy here comes super zombie zarkon rip

“wayward son” omg

milkshake reference yes

wait please give me langst and have lance feel like hes being replaced by matt please i need more langst in my life

omfg kaltenecker scene!!!!

its even better than the clip omfg

i want lotor to come to the good side i want him to be a good guy let him have mommy issues with keith

yessss bls tell hunk how much of a genius he is thank

oh nooooo i bet pidge normally plays the game with lance but shes busy with matt aaaaa D:

i changed my mind i dont want langst

second ship??? oh boy

third??? OH BOY

matt needs to wash his hair

smelly boy

shoutout to ree and matt

i need more info on shiro/kuron omfg please

YASS PIDGE UPGRADE VOLTRON WITH CLOAKING YES

omg omg matt is gonna pilot green holy shit

damn rip narti there goes our main physically disabled character besides shiro ugh

WHERE IS KEITH BRING MY BOY BACK

omg i think lotor is gonna end up on team voltron whoa

Episode 4:

WHERE! IS! SHIRO!!!

WHERE! IS! KEITH!!!

“besides playing keith is really easy, just act moody” dont call me out like this

ok lance was 100% a theater kid but always an ensemble member never a lead, for which he was bitter about and made up for the fact by being way too over the top as an ensemble

is. is coran gonna do drugs?????? what the fuck????

omg corans room is adorable

ewewewewew brain bug omfg ew

space mall!!

omfg his fucking accent jfc

hunk “well it rhymes so its gotta be true” ily hunk

please never use any of this advice for real theater stuff smh

stick alien!

omfg an “on ice” performance holy shit

fuckin stick alien zarkon and haggar holy shit

careful guys you might break an arm

like i did smh

“loverboy lance” beautiful

“SHIRO THE HERO” THANK

even tho its not shiro but shhhhh

stop! throwing! hunk! under! the! bus!!!

the fact that no one is questinoing coran’s personality just proves that none of them would notice the subtle changes between shiro and kuron so the theory still stands

jesus christ fucking meta “except for you shiro youre the most popular character ill never get rid of you” fuck you writers

varkon! mermaids!

i miss keith :(

ep 4 moral of the story: dont do drugs kids

let! bibobi! live!!!!

Episode 5:

yesss give me keith!!!!!

omg voltron and bom and rebels are all doing a big mission together yes

me: suddenly remembers the “and lance dies so theres that” interview also me: panics

ROLO!!!

different VA??? not norman reedus i think???

hunk! being! badass! yes!!!!

im still v suspicious of this shiro smh

FEMALE GALRA COMMANDER!!!!

shes pretty oh no

why tf does there gotta be furries in the rebellion

oh fuck i almost thought matt died jfc

this commander looks like a steven universe diamond

KEITH MY BOY!!!!!

bby im proud of you for training with the bom but im so glad youre back aaaaaaaa

babe there he is aaaa!!!!!! im love keith!!!!!

now give me the real shiro jfc

and get lance back in the blue lion jfc

i s2g if matt dies

i s2g if lance dies

eyyy hell yeah go acxa

eyyy hell yeah go keith

this is going too well something is gonna happen im so scared

im really scared damn

Episode 6:

hhhhhh im terrified oh boy here we go

this one is called a new defender oh fuck

white lion?!?!?!

will keith be the white paladin?!!?!?!?!!

i just really want everyone back in their original spots bls

wait wtf is going on i zoned out for a bit its 4am

its gonna be those alternate reality being things again istnt it

lance “what are those” nice meme reference

shiro now is not the time to stay behind and analyze fuckin get ur team out of there god damn it now theres a force field around the planet fucking hell

this isnt good. this isnt good at all. and the music sounds so ominous oh god

im so scared

lance i s2g you better not do anything stupid

lance i s2g you better not do antyhing stupid

bls no a//urance

lance i s2g you better not do anything stupid

KEITH YOU BETTER NOT DO ANYTHIGN STUPID EITHER HOLY SHIT

shoutout to coran for just having to hang back while all of his loved ones risk their lives

lance i s2g

im so scared holy shit

LANCE DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID

w h o a

I LOVE KEITH SO MUCH

shoutout to coran for just accepting that alluras telling him to leave when everyon ehe loves could very well die

im love keith and his new leadership skills he learned in the bom but DONT YOU DARE DIE HOLY FUCK

no one is allowed to die

keith dont you dare

keith dont you dare

keith DONT YOU DARE

KEITH

holy fuck oh my god hes ok hes ok holy fucking shit

o shit

o shit lotor is gonna join the coalition i fucking called it!!!

holy fuck that was a lot of emotions and where the fuck is shiro fuck you writers fuck you