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walnutcookie · 1 year

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i need to talk about almond again

clearly the people who draw him as a tall muscular wrinkleless perfect handsome faced buff hot guy know jack shit about almond cookie cause that is NOT him . hes a weirdo hes a loser hes fucking pathetic hes not even a good guy hes a cop and hes literally canonically arrested children And also tried to arrest a whole fucking dragon this guy is so sick in the head he looks like a poor little cat whos been stuck in the rain but if you brushed its fur back and now it looks even weirder. he canonically tried to buy butter pretzels painting with coffee cups and i tjink thats so fucking funny

look at this . Fuckinf thang okay hold on im gonna get a little sidetracked here but this pisses me off sooo bad

they changed his line because it was too sad or some shit but ONLY IN THE ENGLISH DUB . this line is canon TO ME and nobody can tell me otherwise Fuck you he hates his job so much he started it when he was in his 20s because he was following in his moms footsteps and then she died from a fleeing wizard soon after he started his job and he was left without guidance to his job or life in general because she was his only local family and he hates his dad so hes completely alone and scared and eventually he does get used to things but he no longer uses magic and doesnt consider himself a wizard and he trusts them considerably less

and then things get better and he feels like hes stable enough to have a kid maybe ! so all by himself he bakes walnut and hes doing a little dancey dance around the kitchen as she cooks hes so excited to have a lil daughter and when the magic settles in and shes alive and in his arms he Absolutely melts . she is sooo tiny and delicate and tinspney he is just like Oh my fuckign god i will kill for this thang .he watches her grow up and raises her all by himself (well he gets babysitters since he cant always watch her as a single dad, usually latte) and hes soo proud of her and shes just so smart and cute and also is scarily similar to his mom . he'll never admit it out loud but hes scared of how ambitious and brave walnut is. shes awfully persistent on her dream to grow up to be a detective like her dad and it scares him how smart she is but also hes sooo proud of her shes AMAZING and solves every case shes ever gotten . but he always makes sure to protect her however he can, he controls all the cases she handles and stays very involved to make sure things dont go wrong. rogueforts antics are usually the least dangerous so hes fine with her taking on their antics ,, and despite him swearing to never use magic again when walnut came out as trans to him he did a little spell to help get rid of some of her dysphoria like his mom did for him :] (and then proceeded to pass out becausr he hasnt done a spell in 20 years and magic is incredibly draining)

hes so so scared that shes going to meet the same fate as his mom and he'll be alone again . granted he has close friends to support him this time but it hurt so bad when he lost his mom hes horrified to have it happen again. and after walnut gets cursed and he almost loses her he snaps. suddenly hes obsessed with his job. he has lost ALL TRUST in wizards (other than latte and bus other really close friends) where before he was a lot more laid back, had a dad bod, was much more cheery and took care of himself, now hes starting to neglect himself in favor of his job. just like his lines in crk, he skips his lunches so he can take on more calls. now he feels obligated to do it, to protect the streets of parfaedia so he doesnt lose someone again. mans ages 30 years in a few months because he refuses to sleep and eat and relax. mans is stressed as fuck holy shit he needs a vacation hes geeting sooo many gray hairs. his detective work has started to interfere with his teaching job too, and his classes are getting cut short. his entire life is crumbling apart because hes so desperate to make sure walnut is safe and eventually it probably gets to the point where hes convinced himself that this is what his job is all about and he forgets the reason WHY hes working so hard (to keep walnut safe) he ends up just believing that hes always needed to do this and hes not overworking himself and he needs to try harder and it isnt bad for him . he only takes breaks so he can spend time with his daughter and go to amusement parks nd stuff with her . he has a hard time staying awake but he'll fight the drowsiness to make her happy

hes grumpy as shit man before he was pretty chill and outgoing but now hes just a big old grump . partially because hes sleep deprived but mostly because he hates his job soo much. he hates it he hatee his job sooo much but girl hes convinced he has a responsibility to protect the city and if he leaves it alone for 2 minutes itll burst into flames and also the fact that walnut would be SHATTERED if she found out he quit because her dream job was too hard . so he pushes through

hes soo clumsy he'll trip on THE AIR and fall and scrape his chin and break his arm and then he'll get up and run right smack into a pole . the reason i draw his nose bandaged is because he breaks it like every three weeks hes the bisexual man whos wiping his bloody nose seductively but its not seductive its because he just ran into a wall all of his senses are fucked up btw. his sight and hearing isnt so good because of old age (hes like 40 btw and he has glasss but refuses to wear them) and hes burnt the nerves on his tongue and fingers with coffee he cant feel or taste for shit and his hands feel like sandpaper and hes broken his nose somany times that his breathing is shallow and raspy God damn this guy is pathetic. miserable little wet cat of a man. he has so many scars and they arent impressive at all tjhey all come from tje stupidest things ever and he has the WORST FUCKING LUCK TOO he'll be walking under a line of trees and get hit by a falling acorn TWICE.

anyone who draws him muscular is WRONg SO VERY WRONG hes built like a twig hes weak as shit and can barely lift a rock he cant pick up walnut anymore the only tjings hes good at are running and throwing handcuffs. also he does NOT have a smooth and clear handsome face he looks incredibly tired (he is) he has eyebags and wrinkles and his nose is broken and his face is scarred Fuck you

the only times hes not grumpy is when hes with a loved one or with a kid . hes actually pretty sarcastic and sillay around walnut and latte and eclair (and later roquefort) and he chuckles a lot but hes always very nice around kids . Aside from arresting them in all of his canon art and even the cutscenes he really only smiles around cream puff/walnut/the player (whos mesnt to be a student),,, especially with walnut he looks so happys in the canon art :] AND in the newest detective event whrre he helps the little kid GWA (ALSO IF YOU TAKE HIM BEING FRIENDLY WITH KIDS THE WRONG WAY IM MAULING YOU HES NOT A CREEP HES JUST A DAD WHO DOES DAD THINGS BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOUT) i think hed be the type of guy to see a student crying at their desk and pull them out of class to ask whats wrong and give them a pep talk if tjey need it ,,,

also he definitely has a sweet tooth and he denies it . he wants to keep that cold hardened detective look so he stays away from sweets but girl walnuts halloween candy isnt just disappearing out of nowhere . I was really happy actyally because the cake shop thingy confirmed my hc and HE ACTUWLLY SAYS HES NOT A SWEETS GUY AGAKWBFLDH (he doesmt show any sign of denial but shhhhh trust me he secretly looves sweets)

and tjen . His health gets soo bad one day when he gets home he actually just passes out. Not just in a "i am tired" way he literally hits the floor hard (this also happens to be on the same night he confessed to roguefort). he wakes up in the hospital and walnut is Traumatized (thats for another ramble) and now is trying to help him better health by doing things like leaving sticky notes reminding him to eat and urging him to sleep and he feels HORRIBLY GUILTY that his own 12 year old daughter has to help him with self care but hes made these horrible habits for himself that are hard to break . and he struggles a lot!!! but hes trying

then soon he starts dating roquefort (secret identity of roguefort if youre new to my blog) and with their little family of three theyre all a little better :] with the efforts of walnut and roque combined almond is back into Healthy habits . woohoo!

and then he sees the wizard that killed his mom and chases her and Fucking Dies

which like . man he spent so much time worrying about losing walnut and having to feel the pain of losing his family again that he forgot she might feel that pain if she lost him.

anyways if you read all of this i am Kissing you on the lips . keep in mind none of this is canon im just rambling about my interpretation of almond (which is the correct one /LHJ)

ASKS ARE VERY VERY WELCOME Idk if i missed anything

#almond cookie #roguefort cookie #walnut cookie #cookie run #tw blood #almond rambles

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aloev3rathings · 2 years

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im thinking of random toh headcanons ive got floating around in my head:

1. i feel like this is pretty much fanon all across the board for the most part, but luz “weak nerd arms” noceda grew more physically active post-boiling isles but the difference isn’t really noticed until she’s in the human realm again and oh hey! that nerd from gym class? luz has got endurance in spades; she’s a regular at free running now. and she’s gotten an offer from the cheer squad to join once she returns but she turns them down. she and hunter go running in the park on the weekends bc luz is now a flexible speed demon and hunter’s kind of glad she can keep up with him.

2. hunter definitely gets into gaming. not just board games but mmorpgs and turn based games and all sorts. does he get into CoD? yes and no, bc on one hand, battling it out with a team with no lethalness involved helps burn out a lot of his anxiety that springs him into fight mode, but he can’t do mics bc his team mates are annoying and rude and will not take the match seriously like he does. he likes leisurely decision based games, like nitw and oxenfree, bc one, exploration and two, lore. the boy loves mysteries so he gets super into video game lore, im talking YouTube essays talking about themes and Easter eggs and pop culture.

3. willow tends to keep her insecurities close to her chest. she likes being the voice of reason and dependable for her friends bc she’s no longer considered useless “half-a-witch” willow, but she’ll avoid talking about her own emotions if she can. she’d rather put her energy towards something more constructive like her gardening and working out, and while her friends do their best to make sure she’s included in any and all bonding activities, willow will internalize. she will speak with Gus about it on occasion, and she feels only a little bit distant from Luz now since she and Amity are dating and she’s understanding, so inevitably she reveals bits and pieces with hunter. as a result, they spar whenever she has to deal with bouts of frustration. it’s shameless how they flirt.

4. since the day of unity and upon their inevitable return to the boiling isles, Gus wants to use his illusion talents in a more self-defensive manner? generally it’s used more for distraction and evasion, but when he starts working out with willow and hunter, combined with input from amity whose magic is mainly combat based, he becomes more flexible with how he uses his illusions.

5. on top of combat, Gus spends his time building his knowledge of the human realm, which goes without saying, but he partners with Eda on selling her human realm products now that they know what things actually are and what they’re used for. human realm technology becomes pretty popular in the demon realm bc of Gus.

6. amity and her father finally get closer. it’s really slow-going, but with her mother out of the picture they’ve gotten a chance to experiment with abominations with honest-to-titan creativity, and not just creating abominations for combat. as a result, they start trying to use abomination clay for more practical every day applications like construction and travel, but also abominations to explore areas of the isles that are too dangerous for normal witches to access.

7. Gus and Matt still help protect the looking glass ruins, and they’ve grown closer in their friendship. Gus is still leagues beyond Matt in terms of illusion magic, but Matt inspires creativity in mischief, so they become a prank trickster duo that rivals the Blight twins. and since Gus loves to express himself creatively, they end up reinvigorating Hexside’s long dead theater program. they are the most beloved theater kids in the entire school.

8. hunter and willow dance around each other for a good year and a half after the day of unity. their friends have a betting pool going on. Hunter fell first, but Willow spent a good while trying to figure out exactly why she’s so attached to this boy. when it finally hits her she adamantly refuses to talk about it, and they are the friends everyone thinks is already dating. Luz is in agony. Amity is amused. Gus is amused. all parties involved in the bet are just eating popcorn.

9. and I only just realized this like a week ago when I was rewatching the first season with my friend, and it’s not really a headcanon but more of an interpretation I guess BUT. but of course, magic is a gift from the isles, which is the Titan. and who was with Luz when she first discovered the light glyph? King. Luz was chosen not because she was destined; she was chosen bc she wanted to love and protect her friends and family. King chose her, didn’t even realize it, because of who she is as a person. because she loves him and he loves her and this realization MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL TO THINK ABOUT. THE POWER OF CHOSEN/FOUND FAMILY IDC IF THIS DOESNT MAKE PERFECT SENSE IT DOES IN MY HEART.

#the owl house #aloe’s talking to the void #headcanons #toh spoilers #sort of #huntlow #just a leetle bit

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 6 months

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Oh shit, Mae? Honestly kinda loving it.

Sometimes murder is okay, especially when the killer is🥰🥰

Idk if Woo is just acting or suddenly a tolerable non-douchebag…. Prolly the former

Hiii!!! How are you? You eating and/ or feeling good? Hope you’re drinking water! Sending love and support 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Bestieeeeeeee!!!! So a few things

1.) the dance is Friday, i’m freaking outt

2.) we’ve been holding hands a lot(!) and recently i’ve been chilling on his lap, but today i took a lil nap while on his lap and after waking me up for class he said “I couldn’t feel my arm but it was worth it, i’d let it happen again, many times actually” and i just🥰🥹 cause i was scared that i’d add too much weight of sumn and without me even bringing it up i was reassured 😭.

2.5) this one isn’t big just felt like mentioning it. During the last class of the day we sit next to each other and we were holding hands under the table right? Then when i had to write j moved my hand, now i expected him to start writing too but no! he moved his hand onto my thigh and kept it there until i stopped writing (cause then i could hold hus hand again). Its amazing bc im a stage 5 clinger & he reciprocates the clinginess😊

3.) so I have this ring that is soo cute but doesn’t fit any of my fingers, so i put if on a chain. We now share the necklace.. like deadass if i feel like wearing it ill just go take it off of him then give it back later. And its not just the fact that he’s wearing something of mine but also that he likes it, and he looks good in it.

4.)im in marching band yea? So tonight was a v important game (it was against the rival school, we won 47-0) and he came!! Like ik he was coming but still☺️. So once halftime is over meaning band is done with the halftime show i see messages from my dad & aunt….. why were they sitting right behind him 😭 they got along but i was so scared the entire time, not to mention the nerves that were already there from performing in a bigger stadium than im used to

Like im convinced he’s trying to kill me. Cause literally why else would he be this great? Like wdym you like clinginess, you get along with my dad, and you’re keeping your hand on my thigh??? This man must be stopped. Anywho just wanted to do a lil catching up (and ranting abt him bc im sure my other friends are sick n tired of hearing abt him

Is it actually Mae though 🧐 she could kill me and I would thank her regardless 🥵

PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😂

Hi bestie 🥰 I'm doing well ! Drinking water and eating well. I hope you are too. Sending so much love and support your way. It's coming. You can't stop it 💕💕💕

Omg bestie all of this. All of this is so cute. I am obsessed. Like I feel like I was there and watching my best friend find someone good for them and I'm just smiling 🥹 this is so cute and soft and I am so very happy for you !!!

Such a green flag that he gets along with your dad honestly. And that he supports you. Like yes. So much yes. I am seeing a neon sign that says yes !!!

And you can always come here and tell me about everything because I love hearing about this ! I want to know everything. Please tell me everything 😭

But omg bestie my boyfriend has been too cute to me lately. He keeps calling me his princess and his wife and I 🥺 he even did matching profile pictures with me because I asked. He will literally just randomly text me out of the blue "wife I love you" and I swoon every time. This man is the whole ass love of my life I swear.

#ask

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ladylookslikeadude1 · 2 years

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Congratulations on 200!! For the prompt, because im weak to angst/hurt-comfort fics, what about one where Aizawa fucks up and unintentionally neglects Mido. It starts with getting home late to missing dates and forgetting things. Maybe because of a big year long case or maybe something with hizashi or oboro(to hurt more)but Mido feels thrown aside and forgotten. It adds up to Mido moving out and trying to leave because he wants to leave before being hurt again. Aizawa now trying to win him back.

So this is super super similar to the 'The Jealous Type' AU @rayshippouuchiha has going on, so I'm gonna absolutely suggest that you check out some of the bits that they've put out there! I've also written a prompt very similar to this already that I'm going to repost below. If this wasn't quite what you were thinking, let me know and I'll see what else I can wrangle up in that same vein!

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Izuku tried to be reasonable. He really did. The first, fifth, even tenth time Shouta had to cancel a date because of either a patrol that went long, or his students, or something, he understood. Every canceled date, every time dinner went cold with him at the table staring at a phone with no notifications, he understood. Or he tried to, at least, and he felt like he succeeded as much as anyone could ask him to. But this was just too much.

“Shouta.” Izuku wanted to break something. “I told you about this six months ago. I reminded you last month, last week, and three days ago. I could not have physically given you more of a heads up than I did.”

His boyfriend sighed, looking exhausted. “Izuku, please. It’s a class reunion. I know it’s important to you, and I’m sorry, but this stakeout is important too.”

Izuku wanted to scream. “Ok,” he said finally, exhausted with the entire situation.

“Izuku.” Shouta’s voice was quiet as he pulled him into a hug. “I really am sorry, I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen.”

“It’s fine,” Izuku said quietly. It wasn’t. It wasn't even close to fine, but he was so tired of trying to convince his boyfriend that he was at least as important as his job.

“Go by yourself,” Shouta encouraged. “I want you to have fun.”

So Izuku did just that. Where he normally would have declined the invite since Shouta couldn’t come, he accepted and went to the reunion. And, to his surprise, he had a blast. Dancing and drinking with his peers, he found an acceptance with them that had been lacking when they were younger-with Izuku far less anxious and more likely to laugh than burst into tears now, he and his old classmates enjoyed each others company for what Izuku was pretty sure was the first time ever.

Eventually, he found himself on a barstool, listening to his old classmate talk about her ex-husband. “Eventually,” she said, looking viciously amused, “He made it so I was happier by myself than I was with him-and what was the point of staying married when I hit that point?”

That question echoed in Izuku’s head as he unlocked his door later that night. Every canceled plan, every cold dinner and ignored request for a day spent together swirled in his head as he shut the door behind himself. He wouldn’t be happy without Shouta. But would he be less unhappy than he was now if they broke up? That was the real question that he needed to answer.

“You’re back late,” Shouta murmured from the couch, something dark in his eyes that Izuku had never seen before.

Glancing at the clock, Izuku hesitated. It was a little past eleven PM, which was later than Izuku normally made it home, but not so late Shouta should be as angry as he seemed. “I was having a lot of fun,” he finally said, slipping out of his shoes and socks and tossing his jacket on the hook. “I didn’t expect you to be here, actually.” It was why he’d drank so much-he’d expected to have the night to himself to be maudlin and grumpy, and then actually make a decision once he’d sobered up.

Shouta’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? Planning on bringing someone back here?” He asked, so lightly Izuku thought he was hearing things for a second.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked sharply, the anger he normally kept tightly leashed starting to slip from his control.

There was something mean in Shouta’s expression as he tipped his head to the side. “The stakeout ended early,” he said evenly. “I decided to surprise you by meeting up with you at the reunion. Imagine my surprise to see you dancing with people you always said you couldn’t stand. Or,” his voice sharpened as he stood finally, “Listening so intently to a woman talking about how leaving her man was the best thing she could have done for herself.”

Izuku could make an excuse. He could talk about how the woman had needed a friendly ear, how he wasn’t capable of looking disinterested when someone was talking about their problems-but it would be a lie. He’d been lying every time he told Shouta it was ok when something was canceled or the man forgot to call-Izuku was tired of lying.

“She said some things I think I needed to hear,” he said after considering his options.

Shouta had never used his size against Izuku, but the way he stalked over to him, invading his personal space aggressively felt for the first time like he was trying to intimidate Izuku. “Are you thinking about leaving me?” He asked, his voice quiet and furious.

Izuku sighed, moving away from him and farther into the living room. He’d never let the older man intimidate him before, and he wouldn’t start now. “I don’t know Shouta. I’m tired and tipsy, so I’m not in a great place to be making any sort of decision at the moment.” He paused. “But you said, when we first started dating, that all I ever had to do was tell you I was done-that you wouldn’t fight me on it if that was what I decided. Is that still the case?” Izuku was honestly curious, because with how angry Shouta was it didn’t seem like it anymore.

Shouta reached out and threaded his fingers through Izuku’s gently. “No,” he said quietly. “That’s not the case at all.” He tugged Izuku closer, using his free hand to brush Izuku’s hair out of his face as he kissed him sweetly on the mouth. “You’re mine,” he said softly.

Izuku sighed, pulling back. He’d heard that before, along with promises to make more time for him that never actually panned out. “When you say something so often, it eventually loses its meaning,” he said drily, tugging his hand free. “Have you eaten?” He was pretty well done with this conversation at this point.

“Izuku.”

He’d never heard that tone from Shouta before, so he turned immediately and was caught by the flatly furious look the man leveled at him. “Shouta,” he returned after a moment, too tired to try to parse what his boyfriend meant this time.

“Are you really thinking about leaving me because I couldn’t go to this reunion?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets with a scowl.

Izuku leaned against the doorway. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “If you can tell me when the last time you and I had an uninterrupted evening together was, I’ll apologize for even considering it.”

And he waited. Watching Shouta’s face, he saw him go from confused and slightly irritated, to concerned, and finally to a little bit horrified.

“I can’t even remember the last time we spent uninterrupted time together was, let alone an entire evening,” Shouta murmured after a long moment. “I…didn’t realize it had been so long.”

Sighing, Izuku told him, “I’ve asked you so many times to just make some time for me. But there’s just no room for me in your life.” He paused. “You keep saying I’m yours, and maybe I am. But I’m yours like a toy that you put up on a shelf, refusing to let anyone touch, and forgot about until you realize it’s been years since you’ve even looked at it.” He shrugged then. “I’m tired of trying to make myself fit into your life Shouta, when I don’t see you making the same effort. I’m just done.”

It was a relief to admit it. The idea had been slowly forming for months at this point, and hearing the exhausted woman tonight admit that leaving a man who didn’t make her life better had been the best choice for her had been the push he’d needed to finally admit to himself that he just wasn’t willing to try anymore.

“No.” Shouta’s voice was perfectly calm, as if he was talking about the weather.

“No?” Izuku repeated, puzzled. “I-you don’t get to tell me that I’m not done, Shouta. That’s not really how this works.”

Shouta moved closer, silent and predatory. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “That I’ve made you feel like this. I’m sorry that I haven’t been paying enough attention to what’s going on in our relationship.” His eyes were dark as he reached out and pulled Izuku close again. “But you have my complete, undivided attention now,” he said quietly, fingers digging in slightly to Izuku’s hips.

“I don’t need your undivided attention,” Izuku said slowly. He was pretty sure there was something he was missing here, but Shouta was acting so out of character that he just couldn’t put his finger on what was off. “I just wanted you to make some time for me. And I don't’ know what could make this time so different than every other time you’ve said you’ll do better and then two days later you’re five hours late without a single text letting me know our plans have changed.”

Shouta hummed, maneuvering them over to the couch and sitting down, pulling Izuku down onto his lap. “You’ve never threatened to leave before,” he pointed out.

Izuku paused. “I…don’t want you to feel like this is an ultimatum,” he said. Shouta didn’t react well to ultimatums at all, and while Izuku would never be afraid Shouta would harm him physically he didn’t want to deal with the anger that came from ultimatums. “That’s not what this is.”

“I know,” Shouta soothed, gentling the fingers digging into Izuku’s hips and instead cupping his hip while running his thumb over Izuku’s hip bone. “You’ve never played those sorts of games, I didn’t think you would start now. But you threatened to leave, and I saw you dancing with that man at your reunion looking like you were having more fun than I’ve seen you have in a while. And then you were talking to the woman who was talking about how she was happier after leaving her husband…” Shouta trailed off.

Izuku leaned against him, unable to hold himself stiff and still when Shouta was so warm and inviting right behind him, still rubbing soothing little circles on his hip. “I love you so much,” he sighed, “But I don’t know if I can try again. I’ve tried so many times.”

“I’ve made it hard on you,” Shouta agreed, hooking his chin on Izuku’s shoulder. “I can make you happy Izuku, I just need you to try one more time. Because I won’t let you go. I can’t. You’re mine,” he repeated, breath brushing against Izuku’s ear. “I’ve neglected you, but I don’t do that anymore. One more time,” he requested.

Letting out a shuddery little noise, Izuku shook his head slightly. “I don’t think I can Shouta.”

“Well,” he said thoughtfully, making Izuku freeze at his completely reasonable tone. “You could go ahead and leave me. And then I could go behind you ruining the life of everyone who thinks they have a chance with you-starting with the man you were dancing with tonight.” His tone had slid from totally reasonable to slightly vicious by the time he stopped speaking.

Izuku was completely still. He should feel trapped, he knew. He should be considering options to seriously walk away and protect himself-but honestly? He felt wanted in a way he hadn’t for months at this point, and it made heat pool in his stomach.

“Ok,” he breathed out. “One more time Shouta.”

The other man tumbled Izuku onto the couch, landing on top of him with one hand bracing him above Izuku. “One more time,” Shouta agreed, and their kiss tasted like victory.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia fanficion #my hero academia fanfiction #aizawa shouta/midoriya izuku #AiDeku #EraserDeku #Writing Prompts #writing prompt answers #ladylookslikeadude answers #my writing #my fanfiction

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princesssarcastia · 2 years

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child superheroes, child soldiers?

taking the child sidekick thing in superhero genre seriously is a lovely thought exercise that can make for some exceptional stories. [please note: i like child superheroes. i love them, in fact. im not saying don’t write stories where child superheroes are socially acceptable, okay, this is just a killjoy thought exercise that i find fun]

at the core of it is the tension between a child’s autonomy over their own life, and adults’ responsibility to do what’s best for children. that is a tension that is very clearly weighted in one direction in our society—adults have near total control over the children in their lives. children are an oppressed class in our society. children are arguably the largest class of oppressed people in our society, in fact. what they want so rarely matters to the adults around them, or to the law or society governing our lives.

it’s easy to take the child superhero/sidekick thing seriously and say “the adults shouldn’t be allowing this. they should stop this” with the underlying thread of, by any means necessary.

what complicates this, if you’re doing it right, is that children are actually human people that deserve the same rights as everyone else, even if they aren’t entitled to them right now in our society.

take a moment and try to remember when you were a child, if you aren’t still a child today. do you remember how much that sucked? It sucked for me, personally. My parents were great parents, but I spent my entire childhood seething with rage because I had no control over everything.

let us turn for a moment to the eternally relevant bill watterson for an illustration of this:

[image description: a calvin and hobbes comic strip. in the first panel, calvin’s mom says “get up, calvin! i’m not going to call you again!”. in the second panel, calvin is still in bed, under the covers, with a thought bubble that says “i bet.” In the third pannel, calvin’s mom is telling him, “you’re going to miss the bus! now get out of bed!” in the fourth panel, calvin is at the chalkboard in his classroom. calvin’s teacher is telling him, “you don’t know the answer? then sit down.” in the fifth panel, a bully is holding calvin up against the lockers and telling him, “hey twinky, want to see if there’s an afterlife?” In the sixth panel, calvin is sitting at a table that has his homework on it; he’s looking out the window; one of his parents is saying, “no, you can’t go play until you finish your homework.” in the seventh panel, calvin’s family is at the dinner table; calvin is looking disgustedly at his food; calvin’s dad is telling him, “just eat your food. you don’t need to play with it.” in the eighth panel, calvin is playing on the floor; his mom is telling him, “stop stalling and get in the bathtub.” in the ninth panel, calvin’s dad is turning off the TV and telling him, “no, you can’t stay up a little longer. go to bed.” in the ninth panel, calvin is getting in the bed. in the tenth panel, calvin’s mom is tucking him in, saying “ have a good night’s sleep. tomorrow’s another big day!” in the eleventh and final panel, calvin is alone in his bed, with a distressed face, sighing heavily. end image description]

Living as a child with adults, for me, was like living under a benevolent dictatorship—sure, they’re great and all, but that doesn’t change the fact that i didn’t vote for them, I didn’t choose this, they didn’t ask for my input, and they can ignore me and do whatever they want with me at any time. the adults could ask what I wanted, and try to follow it, but that’s not a matter of “my rights as a human being,” that’s a matter of personal preference on the part of the adults in question. it’s a facade of rights, a little dance you can do to make the child feel better.

if you were a kid like me, you understood the difference and found it infuriating. having autonomy as an adult, to me, was like....being able to take a full breath for the first time in my life.

at the same time, to circle back to the child superhero question—holy shit, children should not be superheroes. like. that’s a lot of violence; that’s a lot of violence for a kid to commit, that’s a lot of violence for a kid to endure. it’s absolutely 100% bad for them, it’s wrong to endorse it, and it’s wrong to allow it in any way. no one should frankly be put at risk like that, but children especially should not, given the trauma it’ll inflict on their body, mind, and soul.

a great character to explore this with is captain marvel/billy batson, actually, because you can’t stop him. not without seriously injuring him physically or mentally, and even that is incredibly difficult if not impossible for most people to do. he forces you to respect his autonomy as a full human person, something most children cannot do.

another great character to explore this with is jason todd. he died being a child superhero, it fucked him up immeasurably, and he’s pissed as hell about it on multiple levels. at the same time, he is also a human person with rights who deeply, deeply values his autonomy and ability to control his own life.

so. in front of you is a child who is or wants to be a superhero. this is their express wish for themselves, this is how they want to help, how they want to interact with and serve their community; this is what they have training to do or are asking for training to do.

do you let them? do you help them? do you stop them?

#thought exercise #child superheroes #the ethics of child superheroes #children are an oppressed class #superheroes #captain marvel #billy batson #jason todd #robin #red hood #also:#bonus calvin and hobbes

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OC Asks for Sophie Part 1 -

🌪🌟🌠☄️❤💚🎀🎵✂️🎭

#i know you said 10 #but you didn't say I couldn't ask twice #im sorry #i really tried #but i couldn't help myself #i just love Sophie as a character so much #please don't hate me

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

She started off as a repurposed Princess Tutu OC (back when we've started writing Attitudes the entire premise was simply "what if all our favourite ocs from different fandoms attended a dance class together", so we dumped our 4 ocs into a modern au as they were). I completely overhauled her for Attitudes: made her older, curly, more down to Earth, and made her a total basket case with a lot of issues to work through. Gave her an arc, finally. Basically rebuilt her from ground up. All that's left of her past self is "funny"(i exaggerated that) and "short" (made her even smaller).

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

She grew up in a small town far away from big cities, and the night skies were filled with stars to gaze at. Especially when her and her family would go camping to the lakeside. She fondly remembers the nights where she would stargaze with her two brothers lying on the shore wrapped in a sleeping bag. But now she lives in a bigger city, and the light pollution obscures all the stars. Sometimes, when she looks up at night and sees nothing, she misses the camping with her brothers. (But not too much: her current life makes her happy all the time, not only for a few short weeks in the summer)

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Never vagabond again

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Oh that one's difficult. She tends to split people up into two camps: the "lol she funny" camp and "god she's annoying" camp. Generally people assume she's stupider than she really is.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Giving: touch

Recieving: acts of service

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Most definitely hugs (hot showers when hugs are unavailable)

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

Idk i had my Turgenev AU, but it quickly became it's own thing, and Sonya who was once Sophie now stands alone as her own distinct character XD

generally i think I can fit Sophie anywhere I want if i so choose, just nothing comes to mind immediately.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Oh baby... She's a singer, and a musical theatre performer (and nerd), her playlists are too many to even count, ditto her favourite artists.

As for me... Here's a cover for my Sophie playlist XD idk how to choose a single song for association, i need at least 200

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

After all she's been through, Sophie became cautious and picky when it comes to her immediate surroundings. So she only let herself get attached to trustworthy people who proved themselves in action towards her. And for these people? Sophie's ride or die. It would take something absolutely extreme for her to cut ties with any of them. And at that, she won't let go easily, she'll be heartbroken over loosing a dear person for a very long time.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Well... Sophie tends to adapt to different groups of people, trying to fit in. Sometimes even creates a persona catered to one group specifically XD Generally speaking, she's more "normal" around strangers, less eccentric (unless she's nervous: when she's under a lot of stress, she starts overcompensating for it with humour, which often looks forsed, weird and clown-esque). But when she is around people close to her she lets loose and becomes way more opinionated, affectionate, silly and most of all playful. She likes to play.

#my art stuff #attitudes #sophie brannt #sophie #oh nooooo somebody likes my oc enough to have a lot of question about them! not that! my only weakness! validation! /s #thanks for sending asks sweetie I really appreciate it:D #I'll do the second one later

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mayonakano-archive · 2 years

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HI hello how was your day how's school Self control just won and i was going to send you one of my favorite songs of all time but ive made the executive decision that nobody needs to be subjected to that through a public tumblr dot com ask SO ok ok my second idea also just went out the window i cant hurt you like this umm how about

happppy song (epilepsy, volume, disturbing imagery, self harm)

i uh .........i uuuh uhm i

len kagamine happy song :D it's quite new, especially for my standards, especially considering literally anything else i wanted to send you- that's part of why i love it so much, it's suuuper reminiscent of my more oldschool classic vocahorror faves

and i like to tell jokes but one thing about me is that the noise mess is actually extra appealing so Ha i always feel that melodies/rhythms on top of loud entropic cacophonies make them stand out more and also make them more... impressive? and more groovy. to me. past that im out of defense for myself this shit goes hard it's obviously popular because of shock value i can see that in the million views and influencer reactions but thaaaat's just how it is these days huh........ so idk maybe you already know it! super fun to dance to and to sing btw

hi ems! my day was okay. i'm very sleepytired (didn't sleep well) but my dinner was tastey. school's okay i had to do half a mile and it took me the entire rest of the school day for my lungs to feel okay again (pe is my first class. we did the mile at like 9am. i leave at like 1pm. girl help) how was your day???? excited for the weekend??? i hope your HW load isn't too bad :( it's spooky weekend!!!!!!

ems bestie beloved if u want my discord to send me the Secret and Forbidden songs you need only ask i will dm it to you <3

that's a good meme. i appreciate it. but!! this one was neat. the noise mess is fascinating... and i like the way len looks here :0 but. it is neat!!! i like how despite the overall noise the melodies and stuff still sound nice and flow <3

#i have not heard it!! i tend to stay a bit away from the horror stuff <- coward #i like the art... it was very good. spooky. really added to the vibes #i may have a song for you in a bit... depends~#ems 🌹#leo.asks!

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Why does no one listen??? Like I remember when I was like 10 i started having intense wrist pain and at the time I was cheerleading so i thought it was just carrying the girls so of course I tell people hey hey my wrist hurts rlly bad can you help me but of course they say "it's just from the handstands and cheerleading just ease off" then I 'complain' so much I can't cheer anymore but the pain still persists and I'm telling people I'm in pain I'm in pain hello??? And they're like "well you know you have an bulimia it's probably just being bulimic things" so no doctors or parents listen to me then I recover from bulimia then I gain weight right and they go "oh y'know it's just you being a women that's why your back hurts" then I join my art school and I start taking dance classes to help with my theatre degree im going for so I start dancing, and the pain doesn't stop. "Dad I'm serious my feet hurt so bad I can't even walk" he goes "well maybe you should stop dancing" I go to the doctor for a checkup late last semester 'hey I'm having excruciating pain and it won't go away." "Maybe it's arthritis." But my dad cuts her off "no, they don't need any tests their fine." I'm like 15 atp and I'm trying to literally TYPE ON A KEYBOARD and my fingers lock up I show people LOOK MY FINGERS ARE STUCK I'm in pain, I'm ALWAYS sick I get sick like twice a month something is wrong. I'm taking acting classes that semester so it's not like I'm doing heavy exercise for them to blame it on he goes "you're really being dramatic you're just stressed" now here I am. 16 years old middle of the summer. I've been trying any and everything to feel better to stop the pain from coming in. And I wake up this morning and my entire body hurts. Every. Single. Inch. It's never been this bad before in my entire life. My neck, my shoulders, my elbows, my wrists, my fingers, my ENTIRE BACK EVERY INCH, my hips, my knees, my ankles, and my feet and toes hurt so bad I have literally been unable to even walk more than a few feet without having to sit down, I have a pretty intense pain tolerance too, so I walk downstairs having to get my sister to practically carry me, theyres tears pouring down my face I've never been in this much pain, I walk into my dad's office "dad please it hurts so bad make it stops" HE TELLS ME that "You've been eating pretty bad recently lots of sugar..." (He's a 2 almonds per day type of person, which is ironic because my mother is 350 pounds... But anyways) and I say"okay??? What about my PAIN"

He says "I'll take you to the gym tomorrow, and eat better, you're really doing way to much with all this crying go wash your face." THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY "your room needs to be clean by the way"

WTF I AM SOBBING I AM IN SOBMUCH PAIN and I just like get dismissed like this IVE BEEN IN PAIN FOR 6 YEARS. IT WONT STOP and like why does no one listen to me I'm sick of this shit I'm just gonna just die. Like curk up in a ball and die. I can't even get out of bed, my sister helped walk me upstairs and I'm laying here but like I don't think he understands how much pain I am actually in. I never cry for pain, like ever, yet no one listens.

I don't know, I'm stuck. I need advice. Im not an adult yet I don't know what to do. I'm not like angry or anything but I'm in so much pain how can I convince anyone someone that I need help and if you don't know that any tips to make it stop. I've taken like 1000 mlg of Ibuprofen and it has bearly cut the edge off so please tips god anything would help.

-rosy

I'm so sorry. :( I know how much joint pain can hurt.

I can't convince your father, but I wouldn't give up reaching out for help. Whether it's from him or not, you make sure they don't silence you. Don't give up until you see a doctor again. Describe your joint pain- how long it lasts. If it keeps you awake, if it interferes with your daily activities. Do not hold back. Tell them about how ibuprofen does not help with the pain. (Don't directly ask for pain meds because they will be suspicious that you are only there to get some strong prescription drugs). Instead ask if something can be done to prevent the root cause of the pain.

I'm not sure why your father would object to have testing done for you. It's honestly a pretty simple laboratory test. They'll draw your blood and they'll be able to check your white blood cell count, as well as a bunch of other things. If it's autoimmune, then your white blood cells will be abnormally high. And then they can begin treating you. Any good father would want the best for their child. Him refusing to take you is extremely negligent.

Some advice? let's see...

During my early stages, I took OTC joint pain reliever. It worked for a little but I got worse. Now, whenever I get a flare up I take ibuprofen or Tylenol (whatever I have, but NEVER both). CBD products also help. Lidocaine cream like Icy-Hot helped a great deal too. I'd also invest in some compression gloves or socks. Supposedly ice can help with inflammation but I find that heat works much better for me, so I have a heating pad. If you don't have one that's okay. Just take a rag or clean cloth and wet it under a faucet. Stick it in the microwave for a minute and you can use that. (Just make sure the cloth is damp. If you can, low impact exercise is good since it keeps your body from getting so stiff. For me sometimes I feel like being a blob because everything hurts to move, but I know if I don't at least walk around a bit, then I'm going to feel so much worse.

I know this advice is kind of weak-sauce, but I at least hope it'll do something to help. Again, I highly encourage you keep telling everyone you can that you're hurting. I'm hoping maybe you can get some laboratory work done and they can identify what exactly is going on with you. I would agree that it sounds like arthritis but it could also be something else. I'm not a doctor though, and I can't diagnose anybody. I'm not qualified in any way to make an accurate and informed statement about your own health. :'D

Best of luck. <3

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The past 3 days have been nightmarish.

Wednesday. I really really didn't wanna fucking go to my shit school but I had a science fair project I needed to work on so I got up out of bed and went to school with a headache wishing i coud just go home and back to sleep. The day was hectic, and I ended up missing math cause I was working on the science fair project, but we didn't end up doing much anyway, and we had no other time that we could work on it for the rest of the day so we ended up agreeing that I would go to her house to work on the project which was very not good because all I wanted at that point was for the day to be over and me to go the fuck home and sleep, but fine, I'll just work on the stupid project, it's fine. We end up finishing the project after lots of pain and suffering and all I wanted to do then was close my eyes and sleep but I had to wait for my mom to come pick me up so fine whatever. We sat around for hours until my mom finally got there at 9 pm and I got home super late. Then I realized I did not eat shit the whole day but I wanted to sleep so I just grabbed a quick snack that barely counts as a meal and went to sleep hungry and fucking tired as shit. Day over.

Thursday. Science fair day, I once again didn't want to go but I can't just ditch my team the day if the science fair so fine. I get up and go tired and still hungry. I end up missing lunch break adding final touches on our project and I don't get to eat. We set up on our table and get ready to present. We stand for what feels like forever before the teachers finally make it to our table only to turn around and look at the table in front of us. But that's fine we're gonna be next after those guys anyway. They see their project then turn around about to go to our table only for a previous table who's project wasn't working to go "wait we fixed the problem" so they turned around and went to them. Okay, fine, no big deal, it's fine, we're after them anyway. So they finish with that and come over to us only for another previous project to call them over for something and at that point I wanted to strangle someone especially since one of our members kept disappearing without explanation and I was worried she might run off right as we need to present and me and the other girl would have to present on our own, but it ended up fine as we dragged her back at the very last minute that the judges FINALLY showed up at our table. We present our project, get compliments on it from the judges, then head back to class to FINALLY sit down. I sew some people have noodles, I want noodles too. I ask where they got them, they say a student is making them in the teacher's lounge for money (all the teachers were busy with the science fair) so I head to the teacher's lounge and ask and she says "oh we just ran out of noodles, sorry." Great. Still no food. After the science fair, everyone is tired, but there's still two more hours left of the school day so we all reluctantly head to class and all the teachers are just pissed for no reason at all and they're like extra annoying today for some reason. Everyone is tired just let us eat, please let us live dude. So the day is FINALLY over after 8 hours of pain and suffering and I get ready to go the fuck home. Guess what? I have to WALK HOME. So tired and hungry I just get up and walk the fuck home and flop down on the couch fully prepared to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day... ONLY FOR MY SISTER TO BARGE INTO THE HOUSE FROM WORK AND REMIND ME THAT I HAVE TO GO TO THE FUCKING DANCE CLASS SHIT. So I get up, pull out the first thing I see in the closet that semi-matches and just get in the car. Still tired. Still hungry. We make it there LATE and realize we didn't bring water. Great. So we go through the dance, and my pants are an absolute NIGHTMARE to move in, and I immediately regret my outfit choices. Then we go home to find my mom rearranged the entire house and I have to get used to it now. Fine. What's important is that we're finally home. When I think it's finally over my sister wants to do just dance and karaoke with my cousin who was with us at the time and apparently I have no choice in being part of it. Fine. At least I finally get to eat since we're home. So I get food and eat and we watch stuff and do dances or whatever then I finally... FINALLY sleep at like 4 am. Fully intending to not go to school tomorrow.

Friday. I wake up at 9 am. Wish I could sleep some more, but I should probably get up so whatever. I get up and watch TV for a bit expecting to rest today then my sister calls saying "LETS GO TO CHUCK E CHEESE" and I can't pass an offer like that up because the prospect of a Chuck E. Cheese in the country I love in is insane and I have to see it for myself. I get dressed and we go to Chuck E. Cheese then head home. I'm about to go to sleep when my sister suggests we watch something so fine I guess we'll watch. We watch for a bit and I run off to bed at like 2 am. Tired, but thankfully, not hungry this time.

Today. I wake up at 5 am. I am tired and kinda feeling sick, but I have archery today and I also have an entire story to write by Tuesday because I have made no progress and I don't really want to do either. I mean I do want to do them but I mostly jsut want some rest. The past few days have been terrible and I just want to sleep for like 10 hours. School is gonna kill me and the stupid dance class and archery class do not help. I also have to clean my room because it's been bothering me for a while. I just want some rest.

#i have a headache and im not really sure what to do #sure i ahd fun going out with my sister these psst few days and doing this stuff #and i do love archery and really want to get better at it #but i just feel like theres so much to do and no time to do it #i just want some sleep #i just want a day just one day to sit down and do nothing #i really dont feel like doing anything at all #i think i might vomit if I actually have to get up and do stuff right now

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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WASTED TIME

A/N: i cant believe its finally done! this fic was in the making for way too long and im not entirely satisfied with it but oh well! its kind of my celebration fic for reaching 10k followers, which is just truly insane, i still can't believe it! thank you so much for all the support!!

PAIRING: CEO!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 7.9k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: An unusually nice looking man wanders into the bar where you work at and an unexpected friendship forms along with a deal, but how long can it last when you start to fall for the man that's out of your league?

MASTERLIST | SUPPORT ME!

“How is tonight’s crowd?” Chantel asks when you stomp to the back to put on another shirt because you once again spilled beer on yourself. She is already dressed in her pink outfit, the high heels she is wearing look awfully painful and you have no idea how she can dance in them. She’s got her usual blonde wig on, going for the full Barbie look and men just eat it up all the time. Normally, she is not the type of person you’d ever see yourself befriending, but working at the bar for two months now you got to know some great girls, all of them struggling just like you. The bar pays well, the wage is generous and everyone gets to keep their tip. The owner is a decent guy, he wants to keep his staff satisfied and motivated to work so he is not trying to rip young women off who want to make money.

“We have two bachelor party groups, some weirdos in the back, but Lance has his eyes on them. Nothing extreme,” you tell her with a smile and reaching up you fix some lipstick she smudged onto her chin.

“Thanks babe,” she smiles before making her way out to the stage, ready to dance around her pole for the next hour.

You get to the changing room and opening your little locker you pray to find something you can change into. You’re definitely not in the mood to smell like beer all night and have your shirt stick to your chest until it dries.

Going through everything you have in there, deodorant, some snacks, an empty water bottle and a pair of old Converse, you only find a tiny crop top that could serve as your change. It’s still better than the beer shirt so you decide to put it on. It has your cleavage very much on display and your jeans are not high-wasted enough to reach the hem of the top so you’re showing some of your stomach as well. If you ditched the pants you could easily be one of the dancers in this outfit, you think to yourself as you shut the locker and head back out.

Your landlord raised your rent a few months ago and you had to quit your part-time job on campus and find something that pays better. As a student finishing your masters, you didn’t have many choices, you still have some classes so a full time job wasn’t really an option. That’s when the bar came into the picture. It pays more than your previous job, just enough that you can pay your rent and make it to the next paycheck and with the tips you can even afford to see a movie or have drinks with your friends once in a while. It’s all you want and need right now.

At first you were nervous to work at a bar that’s almost like a strip club. It’s not called that because the girls don’t get undressed, they just dance on the stage. But with time you got used to it and now not many things can faze you.

“Table two,” Roland tells you when you approach the bar and pushes your tray closer to you, full of drinks.

“Thanks,” you sigh, grabbing the tray and making your way to the table.

Chantel is already up on her little stage in the left corner, one of the bachelor groups ogling her like she was just a piece of meat. You walk past one of the weirdos as you reach table two, setting the drinks down to the guys.

“Thank you beautiful,” one of them winks at you, but not in the creepy way so you flash him a smile and ask if they want anything else. They say they are fine so you turn around and head back to the bar.

The weirdo is eyeing you now, you can feel his gaze burning down your body, you even catch him staring at your boobs, but you decide to ignore it. He is not bothering you or trying to touch you, so it’s all good.

About thirty minutes later you’re helping Roland out behind the bar, stacking clean glasses when you see an exceptionally good-looking guy walk in. He seems confident, but a bit weirded out from the place, it’s obvious this is his first time at a bar like this. He looks nice and clean and to anyone he would appear to be just some hardworking guy making a bit more than the average, but he can’t fool you.

You spot his Gucci suit from across the room right away and you’d bet all of your tip that his crispy white shirt is designer as well. The rings on his fingers are chunky and probably more expensive than they look, you are guessing he is in a quite high position in whatever business he is working at. Maybe even the highest.

He sits down to a table at the side in your section and you head his way right away. He is handsome, the kind of guy who surely doesn’t have any trouble wrapping a woman around his finger, he looks around thirty, his eyebrows etched together slightly as his eyes roam around the place.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, what can I get you tonight?” you ask, smiling at him just like you do every time you welcome a new customer, but this smile feels a tiny bit more honest than your usual ones.

His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. This man is so beautiful, you’ve never seen anyone like him before.

“Hello, Y/N,” he says, his voice like sweet, golden honey. “What do you recommend?”

Clearing your throat you square your shoulders and look around, as if you were checking if someone can see how attracted you are to this man. But as always, everyone is minding their own business.

“To you? I would say scotch.”

“To me? Is that a special offer?”

“You just look like the kind of man that appreciates a good scotch and we have a nice bottle I don’t recommend to the usual crowd.”

It’s your odd way of flirting and you’re not entirely sure if he gets it or not. When he smiles at you, your knees wobble at the sight of his dimples. You’re gone for him.

“Then I’ll take your word,” he nods shortly.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“No, just the scotch for now, thank you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

On your way back to the bar you can feel his gaze burning a hole into your back, but when you’re behind the bar making his drink, you see him looking down at his phone. It doesn’t seem like he is at all interested in the dancers, you don’t even know what he is doing at a place like this. The bar is not too bad, but it’s definitely not fancy enough for a guy like him.

“There you go,” you smile as you return to his table with his drink.

“Thank you,” he nods with a small smile and though you want to stay and talk to him some more, you need to get back to your work.

He stays for a long time. Whenever his glass empties out, he asks for another and it goes like this until he finishes three of them. From then he only asks for water. Hours pass by and he just sits there, occasionally busies himself with his phone or he just simply watches the girls dancing, but not in a creepy, disturbing way, more like as if he was trying to figure them out beyond the stage.

The bachelor parties soon leave and some usuals appear clockwise, taking their usual spots as the night carries on. You’re cleaning off one of the tables the last bachelor party left behind when you feel someone lingering behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know it’s the creep that’s been staring at you all night.

“How much for a round with you?” you hear the raspy voice and you place the tray full of empty glasses and beer bottles back to the table as you turn around with an unamused look on your face.

“Get the fuck away from me,” you simply tell him, but it seems like it just riles him up even more.

“So you’re a feisty one, huh? Why don’t you—“

Before he could get a hand on you, a tall figure shows up behind him and pulls him back with a firm hold on his shoulder. To your biggest surprise it’s not Lance, but the guy in the Gucci suit.

“Leave now before you get yourself into trouble,” your savior tells the creep and the message is simple but his voice carries so much strength that anyone would be stupid to go against him and test him.

The creep mumbles something under his breath before turning around and walking out of the club. That’s when you see that Lance is just now returning to his usual spot, he must have been in the bathroom so you were lucky Mr. Gucci came to your rescue. Not that you weren’t ready to punch the guy in the face, but it’s nice that you didn’t have to make any effort.

“Thank you,” you smile at him and he just nods shortly.

“Saw him eyeing you all night, knew it wouldn’t end well.”

“Yeah, I was hoping he would just stick to the staring, but I was wrong.” You look in the direction of the seat the creep was sitting all night and you realize he didn’t pay for his drinks so now you’ll have to do it from your tips. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath.

“What?” the man asks.

“It’s just that he didn’t pay for his drinks. I guess no tips for me tonight,” you sigh and grab the tray from the table again and head back to the bar before shooting the man one last smile.

He stays for a little longer, but asks for his check soon. He is gone before you could have another word with him, but when you grab the money from the table your eyes widen.

He didn’t only pay for his drinks, he also left enough to cover the creep’s bill and the fattest tip you’ve gotten probably forever.

Days go by, even a whole week and you start to forget about your prince in shining armor, but then you’re working Friday night and about one hour into your shift a familiar, tall, well-dressed figure walks in. You’re behind the bar for the night so if he sits down to one of the tables you won’t be serving him like last night. But as if he could sense your yearning to have him at the bar, he walks up to it and takes a stool at the end of the row.

“So you’re back, huh?” you smile at him as you walk over to where he is sitting. He flashes you a sweet, charming smile and your knees go weak at the sight of him.

“I was nearby and thought of having a good scotch.”

It’s a blatant lie, you both know. He might have been nearby, but he definitely didn’t come here for the scotch, it’s the best you have but not quite the quality he is probably used to.

“That would be a first, the scotch bringing someone in rather than the girls,” you smirk, as you grab a glass and pour him his first drink.

“Girls? I barely even noticed them!” he chuckles, just as two dancers walk past him, wearing barely anything. It’s comical, how much he does not belong here.

With him sitting at the bar you get to talk to him more than last time. Whenever you have the chance you’re lingering around the end of the bar so you could keep the conversation up. It seems like he wants to know more about you and for every bit you share he offers something from him back.

That’s how you find out that his name is Harry, he is leading his own company he started almost a decade ago and that last time he wandered into the bar because the woman he was seeing broke up with him saying that he is not capable of having a normal, healthy relationship.

“But did she go into details?” you ask, as you’re fixing up an order of three gin tonics.

“She basically said that I’m boring and she would go insane next to me if she stayed,” he sighs, staring into his own drink.

That sounds like utter bullshit. Harry sounds like an exceptionally smart man with an intellectual you don’t find often. If she couldn’t appreciate him, she was probably way too stupid for him.

“If you want the opinion of a bartender slash waitress, she was just probably intimidated by your big brain,” you wink at him before giving out the tray to the waitress who got the order.

“And what about you?” he asks with a soft smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem to mind the higher conversation and you appear to be pretty smart yourself.”

“I hope so, I’m finishing up my master’s degree, I would hate it if I found out just now that I’m stupid as a rock,” you chuckle, wiping the counter off with a rug.

“What are you studying?”

“Biology. I want to become a microbiologist.”

“Wow, that sounds very interesting,” he says and probably for the first time, you feel like he truly meant it. Most people don’t quite understand why you want to watch microorganisms all day, but to you, it’s a fascinating world you don’t see with your bare eyes, but it’s still everywhere around you.

The conversation between you and Harry flows so easily throughout the night, you barely notice how long he’s been sitting at the bar. The fun however ends when he realizes it himself as well and decides it’s time to leave.

He leaves when you’re dealing with a problematic customer, leaving an enormous tip again on his bill and you only catch his tall figure walking out of the club.

You don’t think you’d see him anytime soon, or ever for that matters, but it’s a complete shock when he walks in the next day. You don’t question his return, just happily accept the extra time you get with him.

But it happens over and over again. Harry keeps showing up at the bar and some of the dancers tell you he dropped by a few times when you weren’t working and asked if you’d be coming in. You’re starting to grow a ridiculous crush on the man every time you see him walk into the bar and look for you, but you just can’t help it. You’re looking forward to talk to him, it’s so easy, feels like you’ve known each other for a long time.

“I have… news for you,” he shares one evening when he barely just arrived.

“News?” you chuckle. “Weren’t you suppose to say if it was bad or good?”

“I don’t know how you’ll see it so it’s just news,” he adds with a charming smirk that sweeps you off your feet every time. This man probably doesn’t even realize how hard you’re crushing on him. “I was asked to hold a presentation for a business class at your school next week.”

“Oh! That’s great news! So you’re not only a businessman but also a professor now?” you tease him.

“Just for this one time,” he adds with a shy smile. “Do you… want to come and see me?”

His invitation catches you by surprise, but it warms your chest to know he is thinking about you.

“You want me there?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” he grins at you and it takes everything in you not to climb over the bar and kiss him stupid.

“When is it?”

“Wednesday, ten am.”

Wednesday is the only day you don’t have any classes before twelve and you usually use it to the fullest and sleep as much as possible so you can make it till the end of the week, but this time you choose Harry.

“Alright, just let me know which building and room,” you smile back at him and see his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

As much as you’ve been waiting for Wednesday to come, the day starts off the worst way possible. Your landlord calls at seven in the morning, which is already rude enough, but whatever, and he presents you the raise in your rent he’ll be implementing from the next month.

You want to argue with him, tell him you’re not paying even more, but you don’t have much of a choice. When you were in desperate need for a place, you were foolish enough to sign the worst contract to ever exist just to get your current apartment and it allows your landlord to change the rent basically whenever he pleases.

You’re a hot mess by the time you get to the campus, barely even paying attention to anything else than the thought that how you’re going to pay for your rent next month. It even occurs to you that maybe you should look for a new place, but it’s impossible to find the right one in just one month. Maybe if you didn’t have school and work, but that’s not the case.

You make it to the room just minutes before the start and you spot Harry by a man at the door, it must be the professor, but as soon as Harry sees you, he pays no attention to what the man is saying.

“Hey, you made it!” he beams when you reach them.

“Yeah, sorry, I had a wild morning,” you breathe out.

“Professor Byers, this is a friend of mine, Y/N, I hope it’s alright if she joins your students for my presentation.”

“Of course! Take a seat, Miss,” the professor smiles at you warmly as the three of you walk inside.

You spot an empty seat at the front of the room so you take it as the students notice Harry walking in behind you and the whispering starts almost instantly. The girls take notice of the hot presenter and all of a sudden, they are happy they chose to attend today’s class. It seems like Harry himself doesn’t realize what kind of effect he is having on young girls and it just makes him even more desirable.

“Good morning everyone!” the professor starts speaking on the podium. “As I mentioned it previously, today’s lecture is extraordinary, we have Mr. Harry Styles here to talk to you about the challenges of keeping up with the fast growth of a startup. Mr. Styles started his company a decade ago, the then startup is now, maintaining the IT systems of some of the biggest companies in the city.”

You know what Harry does. He has told you about his business, but it’s strange to see him as the businessman that he is. To you, he is the nice guy you talk to at the bar.

As Harry takes the professor’s place on the podium and starts his presentation, walking the class through the history of his company, realization hits you just how serious this man is. Why does he keep coming back to you to the bar? What could a man like him want from a girl like you?

It’s no surprise questions are flowing at the end of the presentation, the girls are basically fighting for Harry’s attention, all while he stays completely professional and focuses on the job he is doing. When the class ends, he walks up to you first thing.

“So, how bad was I?” he asks as you stand from your seat.

“Bad? You obviously don’t realize how good you’re at public speaking,” you chuckle.

“Are you in a hurry? I thought that maybe… we could get a coffee or something?” he suggests.

“I have about an hour before my first class, so I’m in.”

To spare time, you choose the café that’s right next to the campus. It feels a bit odd to spend time with Harry outside the bar, but it’s also refreshing. The morning rush has already died down so you easily get a table once you have your coffees. The conversation flows smoothly again, but your head is not completely in it this time. You keep circling back to your rent crisis and how you’ll financially recover.

“Y/N, everything alright? You seem a bit worried,” Harry asks and it’s nice to know he is noticing the change in you, but you wouldn’t want to load out your problems on him.

“It’s just some bullshit I have to deal with, don’t worry about it,” you shake your head in dismiss.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talking won’t solve it, so…” you sigh, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Maybe I could help you? At least tell me what it is,” he pleads and you’re hesitant, but at last decide to tell him. Maybe sharing it will ease the worry a bit.

“It’s just that I have a very sucky contract with my landlord about my apartment and it allows him to raise the rent however he pleases. He decided to issue a raise for next month and I’m not sure how I’m gonna pay it.”

“I’m not a lawyer, but I don’t think he can do such thing,” Harry says with furrowed eyebrows.

“Unfortunately, he can. It’s my fault, I signed it because I was desperate to find a place to stay, so now I’m paying the price. Whatever, I will figure something out. Might pick up more shifts at the bar, though I’m not sure how I will fit it into my schedule,” you sigh.

Harry looks concerned, but he doesn’t try to get into your business, most likely he thinks it’s not his problem and it’s one hundred percent true.

The two of you finish your coffee and then it’s time for you to head to class and for Harry to go back to the office. It was nice meeting Harry outside of the bar, but it made you realize how much you want to spend more time with him when it probably doesn’t mean as much to him.

Later that night you’re working at the bar for a half shift, hoping to get your mind off of your financial situation just for at least a few hours and you’re also planning to talk to your boss about possibly picking up more shifts in the future.

Harry walks in and just like always, he doesn’t even bat an eye at the dancers, just walks straight up to you at the bar.

“Hey, missed me already?” you joke, placing a bunch of beers to your tray.

“I want to help you,” he starts without saying hello.

“Um, what are you talking about?” you chuckle, grabbing the tray and heading to your table as Harry follows you.

“I’ll pay for your rent,” he simply states and you almost drop the beers.

“Harry, are you out of your mind?” you chuckle. He steps back as you reach your table and place the drinks down in front of the men, but then sticks to your side again as you head back to the bar.

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re struggling and I can help you, so why wouldn’t I?”

“You can’t just pay for my rent. It’s my issue, I’ll figure it out myself, okay? I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to worry about it.”

“But I can’t just let you struggle when I have the money you need. I make more than what I could ever spend, I want to use it to help you!”

“Harry,” you sigh as you reach the bar. “I can’t just take your money. That’s not how things work.”

“Things work the way we want them to. Why wouldn’t you just accept my help? You’d rather overwork yourself and barely make enough to pay your rent? What’s the use of that when I can easily just solve this problem for you?”

“And what, you just want to hand me the money like it’s a piece of candy?” you ask in disbelief.

“Well, I was thinking about transferring it to you, but whatever works best for you,” he simply answers and you’re starting to feel it’s just a joke, he is tricking you.

“I will not just take your money for nothing, Harry,” you shake your head chuckling.

“Okay, then… we can make a deal, you can do something for me too.”

“Like what?”

He stares back at you for several minutes before answering the question finally.

“Spend time with me.”

“What?”

“In exchange for the money, spend time with me. That’s what I’m asking for.” It’s obvious he is nervous about the proposal and there’s no doubt in you he is meaning it in the purest way possible. He is not trying to take advantage of you. Before you could answer, he speaks up again.

“I love spending time with you. I love out conversations and I would love it if they could happen outside of this bar as well,” he chuckles softly. “I’m… I’m quite lonely when I’m not working. If you truly want to do something for me for the money, then just… spend some time with me. We could have dinner, or just watch a movie, anything you want to.”

The difference between the Harry you saw at his presentation and the one standing in front of you right now is wild. He looked so confident just earlier today and now he is like a nervous little boy, asking you to spend time with him. There’s no way you can say no to him.

“You can’t pay my whole rent,” you tell him. “Only the raise my landlord just added.”

Harry opens his mouth to protest, but you give him a look that changes his mind.

“Alright. Whatever you want.”

You just nod, in complete disbelief what kind of deal you just made.

Arriving to Harry’s apartment building is another shocking realization about just how successful he is. Like when you watched him present in that class, it’s such a big change to the version you’re used to in the bar.

It’s been two days since you made the deal with him and you wanted to cancel it several times already, but then you did the math and realized you’d never be able to pay your rent without his help.

Tonight you’re having dinner with him and he asked you to bring some of your favorite books with yourself. You wonder what those will be needed for as you head up with the elevator in the luxurious looking building. You’re wearing a simple sweater with jeans and now you’re questioning whether you should have dressed nicer or it would have been too much. But then you finally reach his door and it flies open just moments after you knock on it and you finally see him, wearing jeans and a simple shirt with a kitchen towel over his shoulder and you’re glad you didn’t overdress.

“Hey, come on in,” he smiles, stepping aside so you can walk inside.

“Hi,” you smile back before your eyes wander around the place.

It’s most likely at least five times bigger than your home, modern and stylish, but not the clean type, that can hardly feel homey. There are colors, paintings and pictures on the walls, décor and even flowers on a lot of surfaces as you look around. It suits him in a way you weren’t expecting.

A delicious smell wraps around you, coming from the kitchen and you spot the pan on the stove and the aftermath of the preparations for the food.

“I’m making some veggies with homemade fries and some dips,” he tells you, throwing a nervous look towards the kitchen. “I hope you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will. Can I help with something?”

“Maybe just setting the table,” he suggests and in a way you’re glad you can do something and be useful instead of just watching him work. Makes you feel more equal and comfortable.

You make some small talk as he finishes up the food and you set his massive dining table for just the two of you, and though you always enjoy spending time with him, you can’t help but feel a bit weird knowing you’re getting paid for being here.

“Are you alright?” Harry asks, when you finally dig into the food that turned out amazing.

“Yeah, I’m just… not quite sure how to handle this situation yet,” you admit truthfully.

Harr puts his fork down and the way he looks at you brings you so much peace and comfort, his eyes have the talent to speak to your nerves without words.

“Don’t think too much about it. We’re just spending time together because we enjoy each other’s company. And I help you out with your rent, because… because that’s what friends do and… we’re friends, right?”

“I guess we are,” you smile shyly. “Though I don’t tend to befriend customers from the bar,” you add chuckling.

“I’m glad you made an exception for me,” he smiles and somehow, as if he worked magic on you, he managed to ease your nerves.

The rest of the dinner goes by nice and comfortably, slowly you let go of every barrier and just enjoy Harry’s company, which is essentially an easy task. He is an easy person to like, even adorn. You drink up every word that rolls off his tongue and you feel so heard whenever you’re talking, he has the ability to make you feel like you’re the center of the universe when he looks at you, and it’s starting to sink deep into your heart.

“So, what about the books?” you ask when dinner is long over and the two of you are enjoying some wine on his comfortable couch. A shy smile appears on his face as he stands up and disappears without a word. When he returns, he is carrying some books, he lays them out on the coffee table and you curiously eye the titles.

“Honestly, you’re the only person I know who loves reading as much as I do. I could never talk about books with anyone before and… I thought we could exchange our favorites so we could talk about them later.”

For a moment you feel like your heart can’t take it. This is the purest interaction you’ve ever had with anyone, let alone a man. In this moment, as you stare back at him, you feel yourself falling for him.

Slowly, you fall into a routine with Harry. Monday noons are for school. Then you pick up an early shift at the bar and Harry picks you up at eight and you have dinner together. It’s been a challenge to find the best fries in the city, so you’re always trying out a new place.

On Tuesdays you start in the library, working on your thesis, then classes and then Harry drives you home from class and most of the time you end up on your couch, just reading in silence but also in the comfort of each other’s company. Wednesday is when you sleep a little late, then you go to class and work in the night. Harry sometimes picks you up, but when he can’t he sends a car for you. He doesn’t let you go home alone so late at night, even though you tried to tell him that’s how it’s been for a long time.

Thrursdays, you start in the library again and then usually have a late lunch with Harry somewhere near his office. At first you felt quite out of place when you were waiting for him at the lobby, but now you just look forward to see him walk out of one of the elevators in his fitted suits and a bright smile on his face.

On Fridays you start in school and then work a long shift at the bar. Harry always arrives around ten and sits at either the bar if that’s where you’re stationed, or you simply reserve a table for him in your section. Then he takes you home only to be at your door in the morning on Saturday to take you out for brunch. Once you’re fed he usually takes you somewhere, a museum, a gallery, or maybe just for a walk in the park. You talk and talk, never running out of things to say and every time you part ways your heart aches to be with him again.

Sundays are the only days when you usually don’t meet, but he is always on your mind. You read the books you get from him, you text him about the tiniest of things and wish he was there with you.

You tend to forget how you got into this position, but you’re reminded of it when the first amount appears on your bank account and then disappears with the rest of your rent. The guilt never truly disappears, especially when you realize you genuinely enjoy spending time with Harry and that it feels like he is just giving you the money for nothing.

But what keeps you on the edge the most is that you’re falling for him and it’s a dangerous territory. You’ve been like a lovesick puppy the past weeks, always thinking about him, zoning out at work just because you got a text from him. You haven’t felt like this since probably middle school when you had a fat crush on the cool boy in your grade. How could you not fall for him when he is the perfect man?

However you have no idea if he feels the same way or not. Sometimes you’re convinced he is just as into you as you’re into him, but then you remind yourself that you’re just some broke, silly girl while he is a successful businessman, so why would he choose you out of all the women he could get?

It’s still a mystery you haven’t figured out, but realization slowly sets in that you can’t go on like this for too long. You need to tell him how you feel so he has the chance to think your deal over. It’s just that you fear that he might not want to see you ever again. That would break your heart completely.

The past week has been awful. Somehow you fell behind with studying, you were late to two of your shifts and you’ve been having to deal with some of the rudest customers just to top it all. By the time Saturday comes you feel drained, especially because you weren’t able to spend as much time with Harry as you wanted. He’s been working on a huge deal all week and could barely free himself for one dinner. It all took a toll on you.

You’re convinced he won’t be able to see you today either, but when you hear the doorbell ring a little after nine, your heart practically bursts out of your chest. Opening the door you finally see him and the urge to throw yourself into his arms is almost unbearable.

“Hi!” you breathe out and when you see his eyes light up, you just can’t hold yourself back. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his sweet, comforting scent and as he curls his arms around you as well, you wish you could stay like this forever.

“Hey, missed me?” he chuckles softly and you don’t even care about appearing clingy anymore, just nod into his chest. “If I knew this is how you’d greet me I would have come sooner,” he adds before you finally peel yourself off of him.

“Um, sorry, the place is kind of a mess,” you sigh as you look around. Cleaning hasn’t been your top priority and now that you realize it, you feel a bit embarrassed he has to see it.

“No need to apologize, darling. More interested in how you’re doing,” he tells you as he follows you into your small kitchen so you could make him his usual cup of tea. It’s a habit now, you keep his favorite in your cupboards at all times and know exactly how he drinks it.

“Well, I feel like shit,” you scoff shaking your head. “This week felt like a year and it was a shitty one. Work and school has been killing me.”

“How can I help?” he asks in an instant as you hand him his mug, because yes, he has a favorite mug at your place, one that has tiny dancing frogs on it. Looks ridiculous in his hands, but it’s also the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Thank you for wanting to help, but it’s my shitshow, I don’t want to load it on you.”

“You’re not loading anything on me. I want to help, just tell me what I can do,” he insists.

“I need to reread the last part of my thesis, because something is off with it, but I can’t figure it out. I also have to turn in a project in about two hours and as you can see, the place is a disaster,” you sigh looking around. “I don’t think you can—“

“I’ll take a look at your thesis while you finish the project and turn it in. Then just take a nap, I can tell you haven’t slept well lately, I’ll clean up as much as I can,” he says without a second thought.

“You’re not cleaning up, Harry,” you shake your head chuckling.

“Okay, then I’ll just fill up the dishwasher,” he grins cheekily. It would be such a big help alone and you’re way too tired to refuse his offer.

So that’s how you end up in your bedroom, finishing up your project while Harry reads your thesis on his phone after you sent it over to him, taking notes about what should be changed or fixed. Originally you didn’t want to take a nap as well, but by the time you turn in your project your head feels way too heavy, so you decide to just lay down for a bit.

Of course you end up sleeping for almost two hours. When you open your eyes you hear some soft music playing outside and guilt washes over you instantly for letting Harry alone for so long. As you walk out your jaw drops.

Harry didn’t just load the dishwasher. He cleaned up the whole kitchen, gathered your dirty clothes from the floor and put them into your hamper, cleaned up your small dining table that was covered with notes, books and other knick-knacks you left out during the week. You find him changing the lightbulb in your lamp that’s on the sidetable next to your couch, something you’ve been delaying for weeks now.

“Oh, you’re up!” he smiles softly as he finishes up the task and walks closer.

“Harry, we agreed you wouldn’t clean up my mess,” you sigh, but on the other hand you’re eternally grateful he did all of this for you.

“I know, but… I just wanted to make you happy,” he admits with a shy smile and your heart skips a beat.

This is the moment. You can’t just keep hiding your feelings any longer, but how can you tell him you completely fell for him?

“Can I kiss you?” you hear yourself asking before you could even think about it. You see the surprise in his eyes and you hold your breath as you wait for an answer.

“I-I didn’t do it to get anything from you. You don’t… You don’t have to,” he stammers and it just makes you want to kiss him even more.

“I know,” you smile back at him. “But I want to, can I?” you ask again, stepping closer to him, so you’re only inches away from him.

His eyes trail down to your lips before returning to your eyes and then he finally nods. But instead of waiting for you to kiss him, he makes the first move.

His lips press against yours, soft and warm and you kiss him back in an instant, arms coming up to curl around his neck as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you against him. He starts off slow, taking his time, savoring you, but then he gives and takes more, the kiss deepens and soon enough you completely melt against his lips. You press yourself as tight against him as possible, as if you’re trying to become one with him, your fingers combing through his messy locks and when he moans into your mouth you feel all your arousal pool between your legs.

His hands wander down to your ass, grabbing onto it shamelessly and you love how he has taken control when just minutes ago he was doubting if you really wanted to kiss him. Somehow you end up moving around in the room until your back hits the wall and you moan into the kiss, pulling one leg up to hook around him, only to have him urge you to do the same with the other so you’re clinging onto him as he presses you against the wall.

He pulls back abruptly, both of you panting with your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to think you have to do this because of the deal we made,” he growls with a pained look on his face and it takes a few moments for you to process his words.

“I’m doing this because I want you, I’ve wanted you for a while now. Do you want me?”

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groans before kissing you hard again and you want to tell him you do have an idea, because you feel it through his hungry, demanding kisses, but you’re way too busy kissing him back.

You fight your feet back to the ground and it’s all a mess from there. You both start undressing in a hurry while also trying to keep touching each other, clothes are flying around the room until you only have your bralette on and Harry’s throbbing erection is covered with just his underwear. He pulls you at the same time you want to move towards the bedroom, but you lose balance and he tries to catch you, but at the end you both end up on the floor, laughing and panting as you’re lying on top of him.

“Are you alright?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah,” you nod, still laughing.

When the giggles die down you stare down at him and realize again just how beautiful he is. Leaning down you kiss him again, this time slower, more sensually as your hands wander down his perfectly sculpted body until you reach his rock hard cock. You squeeze him through the fabric of his underwear, a whine slipping through his lips as his fingers dig into your thighs on either sides of him.

“So you want me?” you whisper against his pink, swollen lips while you slowly pull him out of his boxer briefs, stroking his length lazily.

“I do, I have wanted you the moment I first saw you,” he admits and his words go straight to your pussy.

“We wasted too much time,” you sigh shakily as you position him to your core.

“No time is wasted that I spent with you,” he breathes out and you sink down on him with a loud moan, both from the feeling from being filled up by him and also from his words.

“Harry,” you gasp, hands on his chest to keep your balance while his palms are gently rubbing your hips, thighs and waist, his eyes glued to you as you sit on top of him.

“I’m right here, baby,” he murmurs as you start to move slowly, finding a rhythm that feels the best, moving your hips up and down, back and forth.

The hardwood floor is painful under your knees and you know Harry must be uncomfortable lying on it as well, but neither of you wants to move from here, the pleasure outshines everything as you start to move faster and faster, feeling your climax building up in the pit of your stomach.

You try to go faster as you feel your orgasm nearing, but your legs are giving up, so Harry wraps his arms around you and flips the two of you over. You gasp as your back hits the floor, but the moment he starts fucking you, you forget about it all. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin as he keeps thrusting fast and hard until you finally reach your high.

He follows just moments after, the room fills with your moans and panting, the two of you are one big mess and when he stops moving he falls to the floor next to you, halfway lying on top of you. His heavy, tattooed arm is draped across your chest that’s rapidly rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

When you return to reality you turn to face him, only to find him staring at you with bright eyes.

“Hi,” you giggle, rolling to your side so you can lean in and kiss him gently.

“Hi,” he grins back. “So… I guess we both kept a little something from each other all along, huh?”

“I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t fall for you, Harry,” you tease him, brushing a loose curl out of his forehead.

“I could say the same.”

“I hope you know there’s no way I’m taking your money from now on,” you tell him, only to earn a confused look from him.

“What do you mean?”

“I still feel bad about it, but now that… we’re something more, it would be wrong,” you explain, but it seems like he disagrees.

“But I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy and I can’t do that if you struggle with your rent. Let me do this for you!” he begs.

“But isn’t it weird? That you’re giving me money?”

“I don’t see why it would be. I’m taking care of the woman I… the woman I’m falling in love with,” he says and you’re convinced he can hear your heart beating wildly in your chest. “Or if you don’t want it, I have a better solution,” he adds.

“Yeah? What is that?”

“Move in with me. That way you don’t have to worry about your rent,” he simply tells you and your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“Maybe let’s just slow down for a bit,” you chuckle, giving his bicep a squeeze. “Let’s talk about it later, alright? We can come up with a plan that suits both of us. We have other things to do now.”

“Like what?”

“Getting up from the floor. It’s fucking killing me,” you chuckle, making him laugh as well.

He stands up and helps you up, only to end up falling into your bed moments later. Because even though Harry said no time was wasted, you still have a lot to make up for.

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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THEY MAKE YOU FLINCH

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character/s: timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x f!reader, timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader, timeskip!miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/s: angst to fluff

warning/s: they are mean and loud and very angry and they curse, they don’t hurt the reader. crybaby reader. sorry i can’t help it im a cancer.

gwen’s notes 🤍: borrowed my sister’s laptop again to update this (context) finally after more than a week of no updates. all these are longer than intended, thus my brain is melting, thus it is not proofread

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kuroo tetsuro loves your endless doting and how you hover over him every chance you get, nagging him to take breaks, take care of himself, and overall just showering him with lots of affection. which is why it scares you that the things he love most about you can also sometimes be the things he hate.

he shuts the door behind him with a sigh, wanting nothing more than to hop in the shower and clock out completely. you didn’t get the memo though, seeing as how you’re humming and dancing in the kitchen, juggling pots and pans while you cook dinner.

“tetsu, you home?” you call out. kuroo finds himself sighing in irritation for some reason. he pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling a small “yeah” which he knows you wouldn’t even hear.

you hear shuffling from the living room and just assume he didn’t hear you. “dinner’s almost ready,” you try again.

kuroo drags himself into kitchen. “hey, i kind of already ate before coming home,” he says flatly.

“what? but i made your favorite!” you spare him a glance and a little pout before quickly turning your attention back to the stove. you were never the best at working under pressure and multitasking, but you really wanted him to come home to a nice meal. “i swear it’s almost done, see! have a seat, you can take just a few bites,” you ramble.

he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his head throb. he slides into a seat begrudgingly, propping his elbows up on the table and placing his head between his hands. he zones out as he hears you ramble about your day, complaining about your classes.

you notice how tired he seems and hurriedly set up the table, so much so that you spill something on his shirt.

“shit!” he grits through his teeth, jumping out of the chair.

“i’m sorry!” you screech, eyes wide and hands over your mouth. you run to get a towel.

“i got it,” he mumbles, trying to take it away.

“no, i’m sorry. i got it.” you stubbornly refuse, frantically blotting the stain.

“can we please make this quick,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

your eyebrows furrow, hands halting their movements and you straighten up. “hey, i know you might have had a pretty bad day. i was just trying to do something nice.”

he scoffs. “if you knew i was having a bad day, why would you go and make it worse.”

arms fold over your chest, annoyance quickly bubbling up. “sorry i messed up, it’s not like i purposely spilled it on your shirt.”

“it’s not like i asked you to do something ‘nice’ for me,” he mocks. “you can’t even do anything right.”

your mouth hangs open, disbelief flashes across your features before it is replaced with anger. “i don’t care if the universe is shitting on you and you’ve had the worst day of your life, you don’t get to talk to me like that especially when i go out of my way to look after you—”

“that’s the point!” he screeches, flinging his hands in the air exasperated. you stumble back on your feet, heart hammering inside your chest as he raises his voice too loud for your liking. “i don’t need you looking after me like that, i don’t need you breathing down my neck at every waking moment!”

a glass of water spills and shatters to pieces on the floor as his hand knocks it over. you can’t help but jolt up slightly and watch wide-eyed as liquid bleed out onto the tiled floor slowly. silence fills the entire apartment while you stare at it, eyes stinging as you attempt holding back tears. kuroo’s chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath and notices how oddly quiet and reserved you’ve become.

he feels a pang in his chest while he registers what happened. the more he looks at you, trying to close in on yourself and shy away from him, the more guilt bubbles up in his chest.

“kitten, i—”

you drop onto the floor out of panic, not knowing what else to do other than clean the mess up in a rush.

“no, no, wait! stop it—” he crouches down and tries to seize your hand from picking up the shards of broken glass, but you’ve already picked up a few pieces. you move almost robotically as you quickly clean it up, kuroo not being able to stop your movements. he stands up and sighs, frustratedly running his hands through his face.

“i’m sorry, please stop,” he pleads as he finally grabs a hold of your wrist.

you tuck your face away as you feel like you can no longer hold back the tears and feel a sob claws its way out of your throat.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that,” he whispers, pulling you to his chest. you’re too worn out to push him off, so you opt for sobbing into his shirt instead.

“you’re so fucking mean,” you cry out, balling your fist and hitting him meekly.

“i know, kitten. i messed up really bad. let me make it up to you, hm?” he coos, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“no, fuck off,” you sniffle. you feel him shake as he lightly chuckles, and you take the opportunity to push yourself off.

the air in the apartment is thick and suffocating even as you both get ready for bed. you’re still pretty upset but ultimately too tired to deal with it. kuroo nuzzles into you, mumbling apologies, and sweet nothings. though he’s trying to play it off, his stomach is still in knots as he thinks back to what he did and how horribly he acted.

“i’m going to do better,” he whispers, a tear streams down his cheek and fear looms over him when you don’t answer. he tells himself you don’t need to, he just needs to do as hey says.

suna rintaro is not one to lose his temper during arguments. he would rather shrug it off, wait until the heat of the moment passes, and then speak his mind. so why were you going at each other’s throats with passive aggressive remarks and offhanded provocative comments over something you can’t even remember?

“you’re being so difficult,” you grumble, eyebrows in a deep furrow. you turn your back on him as you fold your arms over your chest with a huff.

“oh, i’m the one being difficult, huh? i wounder who started all this shit in the first place.”

you notice how his voice gradually becomes louder from across the room and even with your back facing him, you could feel the daggers he’s glaring right at you. something irks him with the way you’re avoiding his gaze, shying away from him like you’re trying to escape his presence. “talking to you about what’s bothering me isn’t exactly ‘starting shit’, suna,” you humorlessly chuckle, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

his heart twitches at how vindictive his name rolls off your tongue paired with your sarcastic tone. “i already said i was sorry!”

“well sorry doesn’t quite cut it, doesn’t it!?” you shout, exasperated but you finally turn to look at him, tears line your eyes from the exhaustion of arguing for god knows how long. when your eyes finally meet, it hurts your heart to be in such situation in the first place but for some reason, suna refuses to feel small under your gaze.

“what do you want me to do then,” his voice is suddenly quiet, the stark contrast startles you. you open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off as he stalks towards you. “do you want me to beg on my knees for forgiveness, is that it?” his lips curve to a sinister smirk, making you equally confused and frightened. “tell me what the fuck you want me to do because clearly, i can’t go back in time to fix it!”

you never realize how close he’s actually gotten until his hands slam against the dresser behind you, making you jump in the slightest. he lightly shoves it out of frustration, making the things sitting on top of it fall with a loud clatter. you reel away as much as you can trapped between his arms. suna’s eyes mirror your wide ones as you both seem to break out of a trance, he watches as tears stream down your cheeks one after the other. you let out a sharp breath you didn’t know you were holding and he slightly backs away from you, retracing his arms back to his sides. he takes in how you cautiously eye him with teary eyes, hands clutched onto yourself, and his heart sinks into his stomach.

“i-um, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the floor. you remain backed into the wooden dresser, seemingly frozen in place. you don’t reply and his heart thumps in his chest. he went too far, didn’t he? did you think he was going to hurt you? oh, god are you going to leave him? “i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to go that far,” he whispers, feeling the guilt eat him up from the inside out.

his voice trembles and your body finally relaxes, moving on instinct to reach out to him. “it’s… it’s fine, can we please just stop arguing for tonight and get some rest,” you awkwardly plead, trying to hold his trembling hands.

“no, it’s not fine. please don’t say that it is. i never should have treated you like that.”

“i agree, but for now we should sleep it off, yeah?”

he nods in agreement. you clumsily walk past him and into the bathroom to get ready for bed, when you peek into the bedroom afterwards, you find suna cleaning up the mess from earlier.

“do you… want to sleep alone or…?”

“no,” you almost immediately answer. he gives you a slight nod.

you fall asleep engulfed in tension and in each other’s arms. he’s careful as he holds you, not wanting to see the look of fright flash on your eyes ever again, especially if he’s the cause behind it.

miya atsumu is nothing short of intense. it’s just one more thing you love about him, but the same intensity and passion he has for all things does not translate well when you’re having misunderstandings.

he comes home like a ticking timebomb from the unbelievably terrible day he had, and it just so happened you were too busy with college and job applications to take care of the flat like you’re supposed to, putting off chores until later in the day but you never got around to doing them before he arrived. it was enough to set him off.

“i’m sorry, i just got too busy. i was planning on cleaning anyway, you go wash up and i’ll take care of this.”

“what’s so important that you can’t even do basic things in the house,” he mumbles irritated, shoving his duffel bag and shoes off.

your mouth falls slack, a sarcastic scoff escaping. “sorry if i have a life outside of looking out for you like a damn maid, i already said i was going to clean up. what’s your problem?”

he shoots you a scowl before turning back to shrug his team jacket off. “my problem is that i can’t even come home to a clean house after one hell of a day.”

you follow his steps as he stomps his way towards your bedroom, eyes trailed forward and an angry scowl on his features as he ignores your arguing. “you’re not the only one who has bad days, dipshit. it doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like this—”

your words cut off when he swivels on his heel, slamming the bedroom door shut, so loud that you almost feel the apartment quake. “can’t you just shut the fuck up,” he grits through his teeth, hunched over the doorknob and his back facing you.

you feel your body tremble but can’t will yourself to move or shout back at him. instead, warm tears trail down your cheeks as you stare at him in disbelief. atsumu’s ears are ringing, heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline of hearing the door slam shut, and his breathing is shallow from the stress and fatigue of arguing. it takes a moment for him to register the quietness, save for your soft sobs.

he peels his eyes open as he begins to realize what he just did. your cries become more and more clear to his hearing, and he feels his heart plummet. he can’t bring himself to turn to look at you, scared of the horrified look he knows he’s going to see on your face.

he runs a hand through his hair, raking his brain for something to say but he realizes he can’t say anything to take away from the fact that he was being unreasonable and hostile, and that he made you feel unsafe on top of being an ass. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles breathlessly instead. he still doesn’t look at you, but you remain quiet.

he slowly turns around, heart shattering when his eyes falls on your wide teary ones and how you’re shakily clutching onto yourself.

“angel,” he calls out like a plead, a prayer. he takes a tiny step and you shuffle away out of fear or spite or anger, you don’t really care to know. all that matters is you didn’t want to be touched by him at the moment, or even be in the same room as him. “i really am sorry, i wasn’t going to hurt you, you know.” his head hangs low as he feels tears of his own form in his eyes.

“i need to take a breather,” you manage to croak out, wiping away at your tears and collecting your phone, wallet, and a jacket draped over a desk chair.

atsumu tries hard not to engulf you in his arms when you weave past him. “please be safe,” he calls out after your retreating figure before he is all alone in the barren apartment. he stands there for a good few minutes, replaying the scene in his mind and feeling more and more terrible. he figures he should at least try and clean up the mess he was so furious about moments ago which is ironic of him.

you immediately notice the difference when you walk back in but can’t bring yourself to care so you storm straight into the bedroom. atsumu is all but jumping off a chair when he hears the door open, eyes puffy and apologetic.

“i-uh… i prepared a bath for you. can we talk about this after you’re done?” he twiddles with his thumbs as he tries to look you in your uninterested eyes. you give him a curt nod.

“i just wanted you to know i’m sorry and i won’t let it happen again, angel,” he whispers while he watches you crawl into bed.

“okay.”

he chews on his lips, standing at the foot of the bed awkwardly. he understand his apology doesn’t make the problem go away. a beat of silence passes and he starts walking towards the door.

“where are you going?”

“i figured you wouldn’t want to sleep next to me so… i was going to sleep on the couch instead.”

eyes roll to the back of your head with a sigh. “never mind that, come here.” you pat the spot next to you and atsumu tries not to look so excited. you still catch on how he brightens up immediately.

“never again, huh?”

“i promise.”

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Can I request something?

What about Tom holland where he is on the dancing with the stars or whatever the show is called

And y/n is a professional dancer and they fall in love?

Also like when they train and stuff🥺🥺

Dancing Into Your Arms

Tom Holland x Reader

»»——⍟——««A/n: Idk crap about Dancing With The Stars so Im sorry cuz I alr know some of these facts with how they do it probably wrong. Also, why hasn’t Tom been on the show??? Like?? He’d be great??

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"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Tom settled in the car and looked over at Harry as he got in next to him.

Harry looks at his tablet, reading over the plans for the day. "Uhh, right now, we're headed to pick up your suit for Zendaya's party celebration thing, and then after, you're going to meet your Dancing With The Stars partner, and you guys can start practicing."

"Who am I getting partnered with?" Tom asks, answering a few texts as he listens to Harry.

"Her name is Y/n. She's been dancing for years and is known for her unique dancing style."

About two hours later, the car Tom and Harry are in pull up to a dancing studio. They get out and go inside, walking to where Harry got instructed in the messages for Tom. When they walk in, they see what looks like a dancing class in session.

"It says here we're to go around the back," Harry says, looking at his phone and then up for another door. He sees the door a few feet back and points, him and Tom walking toward it. It's unlocked, and they go inside, walking around the corner and seeing the dancing class again, a hallway separating the two, plus a door. They walk and see it's labeled "private dancing."

When they open the door, they find music playing and you. The boys watch as you dance in front of the mirror that stretches for the entire wall. You're wearing sweatpants and a loose crop top that ends a few inches above your waistline. The song is Don't Run Away, and they can tell you're into it, your body moving along with the hip-hop song, plus a smile on your face as you lipsynch the lyrics.

It's a few seconds before you notice the two boys. At a certain point, as you freestyle dance to the song, you turn your head and jump back a few inches when you see them. "O-oh, sorry," you stop dancing and walk to your phone, crouching down to pick it up and turn the song off. "I didn't expect you guys here yet," you laugh.

"Oh? Did we get the time wrong?" Tom frowns and leans over to look at Harry's phone.

"No, no. It's just usually," you pause, trying to find the right words, "the celebs don't tend to pay attention to the instructions I leave and will come through the front entrance. My sister owns the place, and that's her out there with her dancing class, who when they see a famous celebrity walking through the door go crazy, and they end up getting stuck out there doing autographs and pictures and stuff," you explain.

Both boys give an understanding nod. "You're a really great dancer. That was really good," Tom complemented, motioning behind you to the empty floor.

"Well, I'd hope so," you tease, making them both laugh. "Thanks."

"Alright, mate. I'll leave you two to it. I'll drop off the suit at the hotel, and I'll meet you back here later?" Harry says to Tom.

"Alright," he nods.

"Ok, well, I guess we can get started? Is there any questions you had or anything?" you ask Tom as you turn and walk into the middle of the room, turning back to him as he follows you.

"Nope. I'm all yours," he smiles.

You nod and pull out your phone, looking for a song to play. "I usually like to start with something general and get a feel for how you dance and then go from there," you explain. Tom nods and waits for you to choose a song. The song you end up putting on is Love Me Like You Do. Sure, it's a love song, but you're a professional, and you like it, so who cares.

Your phone syncs to the speakers, and you set it down, putting your arms out for Tom and steps closer. His touch is gentle as he puts one hand on your waist and the other in your hand. You're not quite sure what to expect from Tom, but he does surprise you. He immediately takes the lead, moving you around the room, twirling you a few times, and moving to the beat.

After the song ends, you part, both catching your breath for a moment. "You're great," you smile at him.

"Thanks, I did a little dancing when I was little," he says.

"Yeah, you're good, especially for that being our first run," you pick up your water bottle and drink some, also picking up your phone. "You just need to loosen up a bit, have fun," you laugh and pull up another song, this time only for fun to help him get comfortable. You turn on Yeah! by Usher and step back from Tom, starting to dance and feel the music.

"Loosen up, Holland," you laugh and grab his hand, pulling him to dance around with you. Tom rolls his eyes and laughs, following along with you. "Ok, ok, try this," you laugh and step back, showing him a move. Tom watches you with a smile and tries it himself, not fully getting it but not doing too bad. "Follow what I do," you laugh. You dance along to the song, laughing as Tom gets tired and can't keep up with you.

As the song comes to an end, you continue to dance flawlessly, and when it ends, you laugh and look at Tom, who's tired from trying to keep up with you. "They won't give us a song like that at the actual competition, right?" Tom pants, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

"No," you laugh, "they won't. But see, that was fun, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, very," he laughs and looks at you.

It's quiet for a moment as you both look at each other. Tom looks over your face, noticing for the first time how cute you look. He loves your hair and your clothes, even though nothing special, looks so cute on you.

"Break?" you ask, snapping out of your thoughts and turning to sit against the wall opposite of the mirror. Tom snaps out too and sits down a few inches from you, both of you checking your phones for a moment.

Before you or Tom can say anything, Harry appears at the door. "Sorry to cut this short, but Tom, I got a call, and you got a few interviews set up for today," Harry says.

"Oh. Alright." Tom pushes himself up and looks down at you, putting out his hand to help you up. You take it and stand, giving him a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Try using your hips to swing and keep your hand in mine for leverage, so you don't lose footing," you say. Tom nods, and you try to move again. You and Tom are holding hands, your arms stretched out parallel to each other and your bodies inches apart. Tom puts his foot out, turning his body to twirl you. When he does, your back hits his chest, and he continues right into the next move, dipping you and then pulling you up straight and outstretching your arms to pull you back in front of him.

"Good," you smile.

It's been a few days, and both of you are getting good with learning each other's moves. You're working on really knowing each other and predicting what you each will do, wanting to put together the best dance you can.

You admire how good Tom is and how quick he catches on. If anyone asked, you wouldn't say you had feelings for him. You're a professional, so you'd never let that get in the middle of your work. No matter how attractive you think he is or how much your heart speeds him whenever he touches you.

"Wanna try another song one more time and then call it a day?" you ask.

"Yeah, sure," Tom says, watching as you put on a random song and get back into position.

"I am so tired, mate," Tom sighs, resting his head on his hand that's on the car door.

"Y/n tiring you out, eh? You sure you still want to go tonight? You can send a text to Zendaya. I'm sure she'll understand," Harry says.

"No. This' the celebration for the ending of season two of her show, plus that it's getting a third season. This' big for her and I should be there we've been friends," he yawns, "for years."

"Whatever you say, mate. How's Y/n?" he asks.

Tom smiles at the thought for you. "She's awesome, such a great dancer, and honestly really fun," Tom mumbles. Harry smiles and glances at his brother. Tom knew his feelings for you had grown, but he'd never try to act on it. You're a professional, and this's your job.

When Tom and Harry arrive, they get out and head right inside the restaurant. It's set up fancy, with tables arranged and a dance floor in the front of the room. The room is already full of people, the boys being about 20 minutes late.

"Hey, Zendaya!" Harry smiles and gets her attention. She turns to them and smiles.

"Hey, guys." She gives them both a hug.

"You looks great," Tom says, looking over her dress.

"As always," Harry adds on.

"Yeah, well, you know," she playfully swings her hair back, "I know how to work it." Tom and Harry laugh, and they begin to talk, catching up with a few things and sharing a few laughs. Zendaya's attention gets pulled when she sees the door open again. "Oh! Y/n!" she calls over to you and walks past the guys, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug and then pulling back and gushing about your outfit.

Tom and Harry watch from a few feet away, Tom's eyes not leaving you for a moment. You had on a purple dress. It's loose and ends below your knees, the sleeves are tight and end in the middle of your arm above your elbow, the neckline in a U shape from shoulder to shoulder, and your hair is beautiful. It's all different from what Tom's seen you in during practice, but it's still you, and he loves it.

You have a big smile on your face as you talk to Zendaya, but it gets brighter when you turn your head and see Tom. "Tom, hi, I didn't know you would be here," you say, walking over to him and Harry.

"Yeah, you guys know each other?" Tom asks.

"Me and Y/n have known each other since we were kids. We used to spend a lot of time together dancing and stuff. Even now that I went on with acting and she's still dancing, we keep up all the time," Zendaya smiles and nudges you.

For the whole night, Tom can't keep his eyes off you. It's like you're a magnet for him, and his eyes can't stay away. Any time you talk, he stares, giving you his full attention.

"You did that on purpose!" you say and pinch Zendaya's arm after the boys walk away to go back to the buffet.

"Ow! What?" she laughs.

"You knew Tom would be here! I told you what I thought of him, and now you did this!" you laugh.

"I'm just trying to help you. You literally said you'd go out with Tom if you could. And you've always loved him in the Marvel movies when we see them," Zendaya says.

"I loved you," you say.

"You drool during every Spider-Man movie and was on the verge of tears during Infinity War and No Way Home," she says.

You scoff and laugh. "Whatever. You're not slick. I should've known something was up with the fact you made this formal attire."

"What?! I don't know what you mean. It's not even my party. The directers threw it," she says, trying to act defensively.

"Not a single one of the directors are here," you laugh.

The boys return, and you all continue to talk as the music starts in the background. "Tom, did Y/n tell you she's a Marvel nerd?" Zendaya asks.

"No, you are? Really?" he asks, intrigued.

"Yeah," you laugh, slightly embarrassed, "I love all the movies. Not going to lie, I had to prepare myself to act professionally when I first found out you'd be my partner."

Tom smiles and looks at how you avoid eye contact with him. "That's really cool," he nods.

"Yup. That's me. I love everything Marvel," you smile.

"Tom, Y/n, why don't you guys go on the dance floor. Show us some of your moves," Zendaya smirks.

You turn to Tom to wait for him to answer. "Sure," he nods. You both turn and walk to an empty space on the dancefloor. Before you step on, you take your heels off and put them on the side. Tom takes your hand, and you begin dancing.

It's a small space, so you don't do anything too crazy, but you guys get the attention of the people around, and they move to make more room. The song playing is Photograph by Ed Sheeran. You guys move along with the beat, slow but sensual. When it starts to slow down more as it gets close to the end, Tom dips you and brings you up, turning you, your back is to him and running his hands down your bare arms. At the last few words, he takes your hand and quickly turns you around, so you're facing him when it ends, your faces inches.

Neither of you moves for a few seconds, staying in each other's embrace and feeling the connection. You snap out of it when you hear clapping, the other from the dancefloor and around the room applauding your dancing. You turn and smile to the crowd, mouthing a thank you and pulling away from Tom, laughing, not noting everyone had been watching.

"Yeah, they love each other," Harry and Zendaya say at the same time from the table, watching you guys and smiling.

The day of the first competition, you weren't nervous, yet your heart was racing as if you were. You aren't, you'd done this more times than you can count, but it was like the fact it's Tom you're doing it with made you nervous. You never felt so much of a connection with a partner.

Tom, on the other hand, is shaking in his boots. With good reason since this' his first time. Not only is he nervous about the competition itself, but he's nervous about dancing with you officially.

"So, ya ready?" You walk up behind Tom as he stands just surveying the area.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," he smiles. This' only the second time he's seen you in something that's not sweatpants and a shirt. You're wearing a blue dress that ends below your thigh and has small ruffles at the end, and the top part has long sleeves that go all the way down your arms.

Tom is wearing a loose dress shirt and loose pants. Something simple. Tom looks down, bringing his attention to your shoes. He sees you're wearing blue sneakers that match your dress. "No heels?” he asks.

"Nah. I don't wear heels when I dance. Part of what makes me different," you shrug and smile. Tom smiles back, thinking about how Harry said you were known for your unique style.

A few minutes go by, and then it gets to you guy's turn. Before you walk on stage, the screen flashes on for the song you'll be dancing to with Tom. Middle Of The Night by Elley Duhe.

You walk on stage, and the music starts. You stand with your back to Tom, and when the first verse starts, he moves his hands to both your arms and moves your body side to side and then grabs your hand and turns you around, pressing you to his body.

You move your leg in the shape of a circle behind you and bring your leg up. Tom puts his hands on your waist and twists your body, grabbing your hands and moving his feet on opposite sides of you and walking forward as you walk backwards.

When the chorus starts is when you pull out the big moves. Tom twirls you and pulls you in but puts his arm over your head and turns you back to him.

You're loving how it's going, loving how Tom's leading, not making you do all the work. He does good moves, making you have a small smile as you dance to the music, moving solidly to the beat.

When the song comes to an end, Tom pulls you into his side, both of you looking into each other's eyes, again getting lost in the moment. You smile at each other and pull away when you hear the cheering of the crowd. You look to the judges, seeing the score is 38.

You and Tom exit the stage, getting to the side and out of view and celebrating. "That was amazing! You did great, Tom!" you cheer and throw your arms around him in a hug. Tom has the biggest smile on his face and puts hugs you tight.

As the days and weeks go by of you and Tom practicing, you both get closer and closer. Your dancing has gotten great, neither of you ignoring the fact you feel connected with each other and use it when you dance, dancing with purpose and heart. Not only dancing with your heart in it but dancing for both of you.

"When you're working on a movie, do you ever act unprofessionally?" you ask Tom. You've already gone through a long day of training, and you're taking a break. You and Tom are sitting against the wall, and your head is on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Is there ever anything you want to do, but don't cause it would be unprofessional?" you ask again, rephrasing.

"Depends on what a why. If it's something I really want to do and know there really aren't any consequences," Tom pulls away and tilts his body to you, "then what's the harm?"

Your eyes fall on his lips, and you both lean in at the same time. Right, when your lips around about to touch, you're interrupted by an "awwww" sounding through the room. You pull away and look at the door, seeing Harrison standing there.

"Hi, Haz," you say with a tight sarcastic smile.

Tonight is the night. You and Tom have made it to the finals. "We got this," you say to Tom, rolling your head on your shoulders, amping yourself up.

Tonight you're wearing a black skit and black tank top with a small sweater. Tom is wearing loose black pants with a shirt and jacket, looking very handsome.

"We got this," Tom repeats and smiles, putting his hand out for you to take as you walk on stage, seeing the screen flash on for the song for you guys. Dangerously In Love 2 by Beyonce.

When the music starts, you and Tom move sharply to the beat, moving with each hit. Tom dips you and pulls you up into him, taking both your hands in his and moving out and in to the beat.

The chorus starts, and you guys speed up. Tom leads you to move fast and sharp to the song, your moves still synched and sensual to each other. Tom lets go, and you both do your own dances for a moment, coming back together at this perfect time and continuing into the rest.

When it slows down, getting to the last verse, Tom holds your back against his chest, swaying you from side to side and letting his hands lay on your waist, his head next to yours with his eyes closed, getting ready for his next move. You have your head tilted with his, feeling the music and waiting for the next move.

It stays like that for the next few seconds of the song while it stays slow. Just before it speeds up again for the long holding note, Tom brings his hand to yours, pulling you out and twirling you back into him, your body coming to his right at the holding note, both of you so close you could kiss. At first, he doesn't think he should, but then you lean in and capture his lips, cheers erupting from the crowd watching you guys.

The note ends, and you both force yourselves to pull away and continue your dancing, but now with a big smile on your face as you continue. When the song comes to an end, Tom ends it by twirling you slowly and bringing you to his body, his hand on your lower back and your foreheads together.

This time when you hear the cheers, louder than ever, and everyone loving you guys, you and Tom don't separate, him keeping his arm around your waist and looking out to the judges. The team before you got a 37, and this is the first time that you almost didn't care if you won or not. You look to the judges, a perfect 40.

Later that night, you, Tom, Zendaya, Harry, Sam, and Harrison are at his hotel celebrating. As the night when on, they all went on with their own ways, and it's only you and Tom.

"Would I be crazy if I asked you out? Saying that these were the best and most fun few weeks I've ever had and don't want to be 'strangers' anymore?" Tom asks boldly, his heart racing hoping you don't turn him down.

"No, Mr. Holland, you would not. And I would say yes," you smile and look at him from the chair you're in, sitting a few feet from him.

He smiles and pulls out his phone, tapping a few things before looking at you again. "Well, in that case," he stands and puts out his hand, "may I have this dance, madam?" You throw your head back, laughing when you hear It's Been A Long, Long Time.

"Why yes, Mr. Rogers," you say in a fake accent, taking his hand, standing with him. "I've always wanted to dance to this," you smile at him.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like it," he says, resting his hand on your waist.

You lay your head on his chest, swaying slowly to the song, also hearing his calming heartbeat. With all the dancing you've done, all the things you know, this's for sure the best dance you've done, and you want to do it forever, stay dancing like this with Tom as long as possible.

»»——⍟——««A/n: can you tell I really wanna dance to these songs? Lolol. I hope you guys liked this, I was confident while writing and then finished and was like “this wasn’t love”😭

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 3 years

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Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli #genshin imagine #genshin impact imagine #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli imagine #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut

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nott-emotionally-stable · 3 years

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Professor Widogast stumbles into his classroom one particular Monday morning, silencing the murmurs of "if he's more than 15 minutes late, we're legally allowed to leave!" Well, he presumes that's what they're saying; his ears are still ringing from last night.

He gives his students a quick logical puzzle as a warm-up. However, more than a few moments later, the kids are all still gaping at him. Caleb doesn't blame them; it's not every day that your teacher comes in looking like a human punching bag. There's gashes still visible on his neck and hands, and his body is basically one big bruise. Even Caduceus’s healing paired with a long rest wasn't enough to fully restore him.

"Aright," he sighs, resigned. "Who has questions?"

Every hand in the room shoots up simultaneously. Caleb feels an amused smirk pulling at his lips- at least they're curious.

"Wonderful. Once you complete the warm-up, you may bring it up to my desk and ask one question each."

The sound of pencils scribbling across paper fills the room. The children start quietly muttering to one another, some discussing the problem, most discussing their teacher. Caleb rests his eyes for a moment. Ohhh, that feels nice.

It feels like not a moment later when his trance is broken by the sound of confident footsteps and something being placed on his desk. Without opening his eyes, he responds, "Yes, Elise?"

An assertive, yet slightly squeaky voice answers back. "How'd you get so hurt?"

"I got into a fight last night." He says matter-of-factly.

The room bursts into sounds of disbelief. "No way!" one boy exclaims, as another one shouts "I told you!" Caleb peeks his eyes open and sees a few hands exchanging some copper, as twenty students start demanding more answers out of him. Caleb allows the volume of the room to rise a little longer before trying to regain some control.

"Please calm down everyone, I do not need the other teachers angry with me. In fact, I believe Professor Biesdorf is giving an exam right now, so let's tone it down a notch."

The students are not relenting, so Caleb decides to remind them of the rules. "I am not answering another question until there is another paper on my desk."

It helps a little. Some kids are too busy staring at him in awe to continue. They all must have assumed he slipped on some ice or tripped over one of his cats. These students are too young to have been taught of any of his exploits, so to them, he's just a stuffy professor who spends too much time in the library.

Another paper gets tossed onto his desk. "What did you fight," a boy named Otto demands. He's trying to act unfazed, but there's excitement sparkling in his eyes.

Caleb pauses for a moment for dramatic effect. "Someone I used to call a friend." Gasps echo around the room.

Not much longer, another paper is slammed in front of him. “Did you kill him?”

Caleb grins, “Ohhh, no. She’s much too clever for that.”

Soon enough, there’s a steady stream of worksheets being scattered around him, as his students congregate excitedly on the other side of his desk.

“Did you win, though?”

“Hmmm… I would say no.” Caleb squints his eyes faux-menacingly. “But you better not tell her that.”

“Who is she?”

“For security reasons, I cannot give her name out.” An uncontrollable smile fills Caleb’s face. “However, in this room only, we may refer to her as Fiona Fancypants.”

“Fiona Fancypants?” One girl manages to say through her giggling.

“Yes,” Caleb says with wide eyes. “And you better not underestimate her.”

“Why? What can she do?”

“She is not a sorcerer, and yet, she can create magic without a god, without music, and without a spellbook.”

“But isn’t that supposed to be impossible?”

“It is, yes.” (A/N: don’t come at me if i’m wrong, im dumb and its 2am)

“What kind of magic can she do?”

“I’ve seen her send large beasts to another plane of existence. I’ve seen her glue together petrified people and then bring them back to life. I've seen her deceive an ancient hag with nothing other than her own cunning and a moldy blueberry cupcake.”

“Are you in love with her?”

Now it’s Caleb’s turn to laugh in surprise. “No, but I do love her.”

“Then why did you fight her?”

“She betrayed me.”

“What did she do?”

“Yes, what did she do?” a deeper voice asks from the doorway. All the kids spin around to identify the unknown voice. There stands a dark elven man with curly black hair that sits at his shoulders. In his left hand he is carrying a brown paper bag. Caleb mentally kicks himself. Since he used up all his spell slots last night, he slept at the Blooming Grove with the rest of the Nein, and then he teleported right to the Academy in the morning. Which means he forgot to pick up his lunch from home.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet… Ussek.”

Essek, who has started making his way (🎵making his way🎵) through the classroom, momentarily freezes in bemusement. “Ah, yes. My name is... Ussek. It’s very nice to meet all of you. I’m sorry to interrupt, but even the smartest teacher in the world forgets things sometimes.” Essek places the paper bag on Caleb’s desk, next to the cluttered mix of papers. He picks one up and studies it with a serious expression before turning it around, revealing it to be nothing more than a series of scribbles. “Hard at work, I see,” he says in the driest of voices.

“Yes, well thank you for the reminder. We were all just getting back to our seats.” Caleb gives his class a pointed look. The kids all groan as they return to their spots. They watch closely as the two men turn away from them, speaking in hushed voices.

“So what did Fiona do?” Essek teases with a quirk of the eyebrow.

“... It was a complicated-”

“She challenged your word in Scrabble again?”

“Yes! Every time we play!”

“And you responded by attacking her?” Essek asks dubiously.

“What do you think?” Caleb retorts.

“That she attacked you?”

“Ah, at first it was just Thaumaturgy, but then it… escalated.”

“Well, do not worry. Next week, I’ll be there to protect you.”

Caleb looks at the ceiling and sighs, a smile dancing on his face. “I am going to ignore the insinuation there, and just say that everyone missed you at family dinner.”

Essek mirrors his boyfriend’s easy smile. “Of course they did. I do float, after all. Now, you better return to your students before they figure out my identity and rat me out to the Bright Queen.”

And Caleb most certainly does not blush, because there is no way his super hot boyfriend just made him forget that he’s supposed to be in the middle of a lesson.

Essek holds Caleb’s gaze as he does a quick series of hand motions and vanishes. Caleb just rolls his eyes as he turns back to his class, because he knows Essek just Dimension Door-ed into the hallway to impress the kids.

And it worked. The entire class has their mouths agape once again. Except for one terrified-looking child in the back of the room, who has his hand up.

“Yes Charlie?”

“Is Fiona Fancypants still looking for you?”

Schiesse. It was not Caleb’s intention to traumatize any children, so he shakes his head and responds, “Do not worry, she is on a boat right now on the other side of the world. She has no idea where I am.”

And indeed, Jester is sitting on the deck of The Nein Heroez on the other side of the world. However, at this moment, she is giggling through her scry spell as she’s describing all of this to her own boyfriend. (“He looks sooooo fucked up right now, Fjord, you have no idea.”)

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I’m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

“Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”

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