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silenzahra · 4 months

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Mario & Luigi: Dream Team appreciation post ✨

A few days ago I was suggested by @keakruiser to write a fic in which Mario and Luigi were in a cold environment (working on it! Almost done, promise!). This gave me a chance to rescue an idea I had a looooong time ago, back when I first played Dream Team (around 2015), but I never got to write it.

So, I've been watching some gameplays of this game and listening to its music again (so as to get in the mood), and man, I had simply forgotten how truly and absolutely ADORABLE the brothers are in this game.

I mean, the cuties????? The way they hug as if they hadn't seen each other in, like, years??? Patting each other's back and nodding and smiling in complete joy AW they're the sweetest!!! 😭😭😭

The fact that Luigi starts laughing in the real world while his dreamy self embraces his big bro will always make me emotional.

THE SILLIEEEEES AAAAHHH LOOK AT THEM BEING TWO CUTE LITTLE BEANS OMG I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭

I have always LOVED the way Luigi rocks his legs while he's on Mario's shoulders right before they do the Side Drill move. He's such a cute little baby 🥺💚✨

Also, I find their pose right before starting a Luiginary Attack quite hilarious 😂

The Luiginary Moves and the Giant Battles. Is there really anything else to say? Only one: these two elements were the final proof that this game's true hero was Luigi. He had the chance to show his courage and protect his big bro from danger, as well as being the one who made it possible for him and Mario to get into the dream world.

He was the main character in this game. And it really made me love him even more than I already did.

Not meaning to belittle Mario, far from it! But this game really made his little brother shine, and he definitely seemed giddy about it! Just look at him on top of the Luiginary Typhoon or Giant Luigi's hat. He's the true picture of pride! 🥹

I just LOVE his determination on the latter picture. It just shows that he truly believes in Luigi's abilities to defeat their enemies on his own! But of course, Mario will always be there to fight by his side, just as Luigi has always been there to have his back. They're a team, after all. The Dream Team.

And last but not least... have you guys seen this???

That. Knowing. LOOK. Aren't they the most adorable brothers to ever exist OMG I love them SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭

I swear I let out a squeak when I noticed they gave each other that quick look when celebrating in this game. The sweetness in the gesture simply melts my heart 🥹🥹🥹 (Actually, I'm making that last picture my new pfp because I just LOVE how absolutely cute they look.)

Before I go, here are a few more pictures of them being silly and funny and adorable 💚❤✨

Just two sleepy boys about to zone out 🤭

My poor Luigi seems to have always been chased by lava! The man can't even take a short break 😮‍💨

Love how tiny Mario looks on the last one btw 🤭 So cute! ✨

So yeah! Now you know that the next fanfic I intend to post is going to be based on this amazing game 🤭 And I'm really happy I got to write it, because it made me remember how deeply I loved Dream Team when I first played it almost ten years ago 🥹

So thank you, @keakruiser, for your amazing suggestion. I'll be delivering soon and I really hope you like the result! 💖

EDIT: Here's the fic! ✨

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lovinkiri · 1 month

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So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the LOV had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotel😅) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for it🤣

A Bit Disarming

Author's Thoughts: Had to watch the show, but I love it! And i love Nifty!

Dabi

Dabi truly isn't caught off guard by a lot, he's pretty good at keeping his reactions hidden.

But you truly are something else. You always manage to surprise him by saying the most and sometimes fucked up things.

Like when you're both simply sitting at a bar and you go "That guy looks like someone I once turned inside out"

He's taken aback and looking at you, ever so confused.

"... You did what?"

"Turned someone inside out, can you order me another drink baby?"

Like what the fuck.

He loves you and all your quirkiness but damn, you're so scary sometimes.

I think he'd be pretty good at reigning you in when you get a bit too energetic.

You know, holding you back with an arm around your waist when you're confronting villains.

"Calm down, little one."

"I am calm! Just wanna bite his face off!"

Spinner

He loves you, he swears he loves you so much.

But goddamn, you're a little scary.

He hates driving with you behind the wheel because he has to trust that you won't listen to that dangerous little voice in your head.

He sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window thoughtfully.

"What if I just swerved off the road and killed us? That'd be kinda romantic, dying together, haha!"

He slowly turns to you, staring wide-eyed.

"... Pull over."

"Huh?"

"Pull over, gimme the wheel."

He'd rather deal with your pout than end up upside down off the road, crushing in a metal wreckage.

He's way worse at reigning you in though because he doesn't try at all. Too much work.

He lets you stab and slice and bite, grimacing at the sight.

"That doesn’t look good.."

"You're next, heroes! Wait your turn!"

Mr. Compress

"You should put me in a marble and make someone swallow me, then undo your quirkiness. Think it'd actually work?"

He'd look at you, mouth agape and shocked by the diabolical suggestion.

"... You have problems. I love you, but you have problems."

"So that's a no?"

"I'll think about it."

He did think about it, but not in the way you think. He didn't consider it but the image did keep him up that night.

Whenever you get too out of control, he does put you in a marble, usually when you're doing something dangerous. He doesn't want you to end up hurt, after all.

It is fun to throw your marble at enemies, releasing you in mid-air and watching as you land on them, tearing them apart.

The gore is gross, but he loves seeing you having so much fun ❤️

Then he watches you turn to the heroes with a smile.

"I'm going to eat your friend now!"

He can't help but laugh at the look of horror on their faces.

God, he loves you.

Himiko Toga

She loves how energetic and transparent you are about your craziness!

She falls in love because you're someone she can truly relate to, your energies are so similar.

You guys encourage each other and choose to become everyone's problem.

"Let's kill him!"

"I'll make him bleed lots for you honey!"

"Awe, sweetie, that's so nice! <3"

The league has their hands full with both of you.

You guys are so cute together though,like two excitable puppies.

Just more.. murderous puppies.

The heroes are terrified of you though.

"I'm gonna let lots of your blood for my sweetie!"

Toga giggles at your words.

"Isn't she the sweetest?"

Tomura Shigaraki

He surprisingly adapts to your remarks and behavior very quickly.

Does he find it strange to see you running around the bar, trying to stab the bugs while he's still drinking morning coffee..

But it's fiiiine.

"Give it a break and eat something, Y/n."

"I'm going to tear their legs off their bodies."

"Yes, of course, you are."

He doesn't have to do much to stop you from getting out of control.

With one glance, you're pouting and standing behind him, waiting for the go to hurt someone.

The heroes are intimidated by you, and that definitely amuses Shigaraki.

"Tomura, I'll just tear their limbs off like the bugs back at our base!"

"Sounds good to me."

He grins at the sight of the heroes sweating.

You make him so happy!

Twice

He finds you are adorable, no matter what you're doing.

"Awe, look at her, diving off the counter! You're going to hurt yourself, princess."

"I love the pain!"

"I love your issues!"

He pushes you to be friends with Toga because of your similar personalities.

He likes seeing your face light up while she matches your energy when he can't.

He doesn't try to reign you in either though, why would he stop you from doing what makes you happy?

He loves seeing your smile as you do the most outrageous things.

"I don't like the way that hero is looking at you! I'll just tear her eyes out!"

"Youre such a cutie when your jealous!"

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff #bnha twice #mr compress #bnha spinner #tomura shigaraki #dabi bnha #toga himiko

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● can't fight this feeling pt 7 ● s. harrington

warning

the smallest hint of bisexual Tommy and his unrequited crush on Steve causing him to be an asshole, rumors / bullying / other high school pettiness + an ex boyfriend from reader's old school that's an asshole popping up here and there, mentions of alcohol/smoking/weed -at some point this is a high school romance thing so there will be no parents parties/ underage drinking, etc.., the stress and tension of senior year, strong hints of virgin!reader who dresses a little provocatively, absentee parents, loooots of affection / kissing + body fluids in the form of saliva, eventual filth -we're getting there.

<- reader / you are female with female parts + a certain look (example) and personality (rich, kind of sweet/innocent, outspoken, very flirtatious with Steve, etc). this is self indulgent and therefore, more personalized to the things writer wanted to have in the fic. DLDR.

word count

1528 exactly. for any missing context, part 6 <- is there.

summary

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

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Billy’s glaring a hole through Steve as he spots you both make your way into the crowded hallway. Nicole nudges him and laughs. “He’s gotta be with her because she’s easy. I mean, that has to be it.”

“Did anybody ask you to talk, Nicole?” Billy gives her a calm warning glare. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know she looks easy. And she’s a bimbo. Total bimbo. Somebody asked her what the opposite to a dominant trait was in class the other day.. Do you know what her answer was, Billy?”

Billy rolls his eyes and Nicole smirks. “Submissive. It’s recessive, even I know that.”

“Aw, somebody’s just jealous her spot as Hawkins resident airhead is under attack.” Carol speaks up, laughing when Nicole pouts and flips her off. Carol rolls her eyes at the way you and Steve are in your own little world, his hands all over you in the middle of the hallway with no shame or care as to who might see. “She’s just gonna be another Nancy and I feel so bad for him, I really do.”

“But you’re gonna leave ‘em alone.” Tommy speaks up. “Let ‘em self-destruct because sooner or later, Harrington is gonna cling to her a little too much and she’ll be done. Dude is pathetic like that.”

Deep down, Tommy knows the actual reason he’s even bothered by Steve finding a new girlfriend but he’s not in a position to say it. So he keeps it buried deep down. Because nobody can ever find out his little secret. Why he misses his former best friend so much that it honestly hurts sometimes and has made him even angrier and much harder to be around as of late.

“You’re not wrong. He’s always been so needy.”

Nancy, who happens to be standing nearby, waiting on Jonathan at his locker, she’s heard enough. She’s sick and tired of hearing it, honestly. She clears her throat.

“You’re the one who broke him badly enough he had to resort to sluts.” Carol snaps at Nancy and Nancy rolls her eyes. “You’re such a bitch. You know that, right? If he’s really your friend, you’d be happy for him. Not demanding he give up someone who makes him happy because she doesn’t fit your uptight little aesthetic.”

“You’re really calling me uptight?”

“If the shoe fits, Carol.”

“He was our friend first. Not your boyfriend. You barely bothered to get to know him.”

Nancy throws up her hands,exasperated. “All I’m saying is if any of you try to mess this up for him, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He deserves something good, alright? He needs this.”

“How do you know? And why do you care, more importantly?” “Because unlike any of you, I do care about him. I just couldn’t love him the way he wanted me to. She seems to. He deserves that.”

“Are you done lecturing us yet, you mousy little priss?”

Billy’s tuned out the argument as it’s happening. Instead, he’s glaring at Steve angrily. Wondering what the hell Steve Harrington has that he doesn’t. Angry with himself because he wants you so bad he can taste it. Bitter because you couldn’t make it any more clearer that you couldn’t want him less if you tried.

“Sooner or later, they’ll break up. I’ll go for it.” Billy decides, smirking to himself.

–

" Nailed her yet, Harrington?"

Tommy's question has Steve stepping up into him and going for the front of Tommy's shirt. "What did you say about her, Hagan?"

Tommy chuckles, flashing a smirk. "You heard me."

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

The coach blows his whistle and the two step away from each other, Steve is glaring at Tommy and Tommy laughs, "Pathetic, Harrington. You're pathetic."

Steve gives Tommy a little shove. "The only pathetic person I see right now is you."

–

By lunch, everyone is talking. Everyone has an opinion, like always. You're a little worried that being forced to hear everyone's opinion will make Steve change his mind. You're a little nervous as you make your way out into the hall.

Because it wouldn’t be the first time that every dumb thing anyone had to say about you got to a boy you’re interested in. Or people you wanted to be friends with. You’re just hoping to hell it doesn’t happen as fast as you’re afraid it will.

As you step into the hallway, strong arms circle your waist and you’re laughing the second you’re hauled up over Steve’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re gonna get in trouble, Steve.”

“Honestly, I don’t care.” Steve places you back on your own feet and you lean in against him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. You feel the tension in your body melt away and you melt into him, gazing up. Biting your lip. Quiet and contemplative because there aren’t any words to describe what you’re feeling.

“I heard you get sent out into the hallway earlier, princess.” Steve’s gazing at you and he chuckles. “The walls in these classrooms are paper thin.”

You shrug. “Carol started it. What surprised me was that Nancy got involved?”

“What surprises me even more is Nancy Wheeler is taking Home Ec. She always used to say it was a waste of time.”

You shrug. “She’s not too bad, I guess. I’ve gotta work with her to establish a family budget and meal plan.”

Steve chuckles. “You do, huh?”

“Mhm. Told her to leave it to me, she could do the actual presentation of it.”

Steve pulls you into his side and drops a lazy kiss against the top of your head. The sugary scent of your favorite perfume fills his nose and he can just feel himself relaxing.

“Why’d you get sent out?”

“Well, when Carol told me you were only trying to find a rebound, I told her she was jealous she wasn’t it.. Among other things.”

Steve swears under his breath. “I’m sick of her shit.”

“It’s okay, Steve.. It’s.. Not really a big deal? I mean,” you point to your outfit of the day and laugh softly, “I don’t blame people for their own stupidity but I’m also not gonna change myself either. You learn to get a thicker skin, baby.”

“You shouldn’t have to though. She should learn t’ keep her mouth shut. Tommy too, for that matter.” Steve chuckles but you gaze at him in concern. “What’d he say?”

“Just that I’m clingy, pathetic and sooner or later, you’re going to get tired of it.” Steve shrugs as if it’s nothing and it doesn’t bother him but honestly, he’s been worried about that all morning. You’re glaring in Tommy and Billy’s direction. Billy licks his lips at you and you grimace even further into Steve’s side. “He’s so fucking disgusting, ugh.”

Steve locks eyes with Billy and Billy gives him a rude glare. Steve slips an arm around your body as the two of you walk past them in the hallway. But Tommy calls out his name.

“Steve..” you warn.

Steve looks back. “What, asshole? What now?”

Tommy shrugs and then laughs and Steve flips him off. “Keep it up, Hagan.”

“Steve, c’mon. Neither of them are even worth the energy. And I’m starvingggg.” you melt into him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want food.”

Steve chuckles. Focusing his attention back to you. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s go. You’re right, princess. They’re not worth the energy.”

As the two of you walk away, Billy speaks up, nodding to Steve’s retreating back. “He’ll fuck it up. Then she’s mine, man.”

“Oh you think so, Hargrove?” Tommy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.

“I know so, Hagan. I have a plan. All I need is patience. Then when the time is right.. I swoop in and save the day. But this year is endin with her on my arm.”

“But why though? You know what Landon said about her. Do you really wanna go from girls throwing their panties at you to dating one exclusively that doesn’t put out? What’s the point?”

Billy grabs Tommy’s collar. “I want what I want. Why I want it is none of your business. We clear, Hagan?”

Tommy glares at Billy and shoves him back. “Crystal, asshole. We’re crystal clear. So uh.. What’s this plan?”

“Just wait and let Steve’s doubts and shit get the best of him. It’ll happen, guy is that weak.”

“And then?” Tommy asks, a brow raised.

“Then I move in.. start playing her shoulder to cry on.. That sensitive nice guy bullshit. It’s worked before, Hagan.” Billy shrugs and laughs. “C’mon.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x you #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | bullying rumors altercations ● teenagers and their drama ● slightest hint of bisexual tommy hagan and an unrequited love sitc #<- warning | female character with female parts ●hair/clothes ● personality ● nicknames/petnames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( 2/3 and maybe 4 + total au ) ● character ( steve harrington )#-- this one is not over. i repeat. not over.

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨/𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬/𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫? )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬!! 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 …

The whistle had blown, the match was over and Real Madrid were crowned the 2019/2020 La Liga champions, the players gathered around in pure joy while their significant others and families were cheering them on from the stands, and during the celebrations - each player made his way to his family to celebrate, Sergio being the first to walk over to his wife and two sons to greet them; " We're so proud of you amor " she smiled tearfully.

" Gracias, I'm grateful that you were here to witness it " He states with a broad smile.

Soon enough they were joined by the Modric family, Vanja greets her with an embrace, followed by Luka while their children were playing together on the pitch - while the two women were conversing together, Luka and Sergio joined the children in a friendly bout of football which caught Vanja's attention as she noticed her husband doting on Luka and Vanja's youngest daughter Sofia. " Aw, look " Vanja states with a smile.

It was definitely a sight, the young girl would playfully push the ball towards Sergio while Luka stood behind her, Sergio would respond by making funny faces then pushing the ball, Vanja nudges her and says with a teasing smile, " You know ... I think he might one of his own "

" I don't think so ... " She giggles before her eyes widen, " Do you think he so? "

" Sweetheart, you have two adorable boys but trust me, as much as men claim that they're content with the children they have which it is true, having a daughter changes him entirely, look at Luka ... he's like a whole other person when it comes to Ema and Sofia, so maybe if you guys talk this out, you'll see what I mean " Vanja smiled.

She watched the sight and was admittedly touched by the way Sergio was so gentle with baby Sofia, both she and Vanja approached them, and it was then that Sergio looked up to his wife and said. " Sofia, look who's here " he cooed to which the baby giggled in response and reached over to his wife. " Lukita, I'm sorry to say this but it looks like she likes us more "

Luka chuckles, " That means you better get your own hermano "

The couple had returned home later on with their boys fast asleep, they decided to each take a glass of wine and sit outside in their balcony, Sergio held his wife in his arms while they looked up at the stars in complete silence which didn't last long as Sergio said, " Let's have another baby "

She looks at him, " Is this coming out because you spent time with baby Sofia? " she giggles.

He smiles, " No, it's been on my mind for the longest time " he adjusts his seating position and added, " I love our boys, and I'm happy with our lives but ... it wouldn't hurt to have another one, a little girl that'll look as beautiful as her mother "

She smiles, " Are you sure? "

" More than ever " He nods, " I love you baby, and I'm ready for the wild ride, as long as I can do it with you "

She shuffles closer, placing her wine glass on the table before she climbed on top of his lap to give him the sweetest kiss. " I adore you, and if this is truly what you want then I'm right with you baby "

" I love you so much amor " He smiles.

" I love you too " She smiles back.

" When should we start? " He asks with a teasing smile.

" My parents are taking the boys tomorrow, so? " She grins.

" In this case, we might need to escape for a few days " He smirks.

" Sounds good to me " She smiles.

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos fluff #sergio ramos blurb #sergio ramos fanfiction

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bakumu-archive · 3 years

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kinktober 2021 day 23 - hate fucking

oikawa tooru x fem! reader

wc: 2.4k

summary: when your brother hajime invites you over you didn't realize that oikawa would be there but a work emergency has haji leaving you alone with the man you hate most in the world. Will you be able to ignore his irritating presence?

cw: SMUT (sub!reader, hate fucking, degredation (of both), biting, fingering, edging, a little drool), reader has past relationship with kageyama

a/n: this was sooo much fun to write. oikawa is so great for writing banter i swear

<< back to my kinktober masterlist

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

You can't say how long you've hated Oikawa Tooru, but it's been that way for as long as you can remember. His stupid attitude, his ego, his ugly hair, and his annoying fangirls that always followed him around. It made you sick. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, since it's easy to ignore people you hate by pretending they don't exist. But not this time.

Oikawa is your brother's best friend.

How you were cursed to deal with Oikawa you never knew; maybe you were an awful person in your last life and this is your punishment. Seeing him almost every day since you were a kid only made your hatred grow. And that's not even counting all the family vacations, birthday parties, and sleepovers that you have had to endure with him.

You truly could not escape him.

Until you caught your break: he went overseas leaving you to your blissful existence without him. Until he just had to come back to visit your brother.

How were you supposed to know that Haji invited you both over? If you did, you would have turned him down, but instead, here you are, sitting on his couch as far from Oikawa as possible.

“Can’t you guys just pretend to like each other? Just for a day?” Hajime asks, clearly tired of the silence encasing the room ever since the three of you sat down.

“I don't know what you’re talking about Iwa-can, Y/N is the one who has always hated me.”

You let out a puff of air; of course he would say that, placing the blame anywhere that isn’t himself.

A ding rings out through the room and Hajime looks at his phone. “Oh shit, I have to run to work really fast, I forgot to fill out some paperwork. Shit.”

He hurries around, grabbing a jacket and putting on his shoes before turning to the two of you sitting in shock in his living room. “I'll be back in 30 minutes. Please don't kill each other while I'm gone.”

The sound of the door closing echos loudly in your ears. Your brother got up and left before you even had time to process what was happening, and now you're alone in his apartment with his best friend and the person you just happen to hate the most in the world.

You can feel the weight of his analytical eyes burning into you and it makes you boil with hatred. Why did Hajime have to choose this piece of trash as his best friend and then force you to spend time with him?

You stand with a huff, stomping your way to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

How dare Hajime leave you alone with this petulant child. Even now, you can hear him giggling at something on his phone, probably another concubine throwing themselves at him.

He's so childish, playing games with these people’s hearts. It makes you sick. If he can be childish, so can you.

“Hey Oikawa, do you want a glass of water?” you call out to him with your sweetest voice.

You can hear his ego bloom from his chest as he falls into your trap, “Aww, is little Y/N finally warming up to me?” The annoying, slithery tone of his voice grates your nerves, but you just need to wait. “I’d love a glass of wa—"

“Get it yourself then,” you interrupt, smiling to yourself, enjoying this act a little too much.

He lets out a malicious laugh, and you hear the stomp of his irate footsteps as he gets closer to the kitchen but you can't help but snort in laughter.

His eyes are dark as he walks up to you, a little too close to your liking, and forces you to take a step back. The counter top digs into your lower back as he cages you in, his hands resting on the countertop on either side of you while his face comes level with yours.

“I'm sorry, what did you just say?” he snarls, his face contorting infuriatingly.

You don't back away from him when he moves closer this time, as he waits for you to respond.

“I said," your reply shortly, head tilting to the side, "get it your fucking self, asshole.”

You watch his nostrils flare as he grinds his teeth, his jaw ticking to the side.

He's so close, so annoyingly close. His breath fans across your face when his lips part, and you can smell his expensive cologne.

His eyes are half-lidded as he cocks an eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side so his annoying hair falls over his face.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Oikawa's gaze flicks between your lips and your eyes; his face slowly starting to move closer to yours, until his lips are a hair's width away from your own, and your breath hitches.

You don't think as your body erases the space, your lips crashing into his for just a moment before you pull away, marveling at the tingle left on your lips.

You hear a growl rumble through him before he kisses you again. His lips move with a fire driving them, all of the pent up anger inside you both flowing into your kiss.

Your fingers thread into his hair, yanking on his roots, causing him to gasp into you.

You hate this. You hate that you like his touch. Hate the way he grips your hips and pulls your body into his with enough strength to knock the breath from you. Hate the way his tongue flicks against yours with practiced precision. And you definitely hate the way he thinks he has the upper hand.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth before you bite down on it.

He winces and pulls away, looking at you with frenzied eyes, “Ow, you bitch.”

Your hands pull his hair and his eyes almost flutter at the pain as you pull him closer. “Shut the fuck up,” you sneer, kissing him again before he has the chance to respond.

His kiss is greedy, draining your body of all thoughts as his tongue rolls against yours and his hands move across your body. They pull you with a bruising grip and push you away with soft soothing touches. The difference leaves your mind racing, wondering if you're actually enjoying this.

One of his hands wraps around your neck, holding you in place so that he can shove his other hand into your pants. His fingers brush against your swollen clit and you try to suppress your moan.

“Just what I fucking thought, you’re soaked.” The snarl in his voice doesn't fool you as you see pride shine in his eyes.

“Fuck off, you act like your dick isn’t throbbing in your pants right now.”

You felt how hard he was when kissing you a moment ago and a brush of your fingertips over his pants only confirms it. Your touch is soft until you grab his cock through his pants. The groan he lets out is so lewd, it belongs in porn.

He pushes his hand farther into your pants until he can reach your cunt. His middle finger swirls around your hole until he thrusts one finger in you, quickly joined by another as he sets a quick pace.

You close your eyes so you don't have to watch him bring you closer and closer to your edge, because fuck, he sure as hell knows what he’s doing. His fingers curl inside you as he fingers you, almost yanking the pleasure from your body. Dangling you over the cliff's edge before throwing you back.

He removes his fingers just as you were about to orgasm, and you open your eyes in disgust, your lips curling, but just as you're about to give him an earful, your body is spun around. He pushes your chest down on the cool countertop, and you can feel your nipples pebble from the cold stone.

He grabs the waistband of your pants and underwear and pushes them down your legs before you can hear him unbuckle his own pants.

His hand rests on your back, stilling behind you and you roll your eyes, “What the fuck’s taking so—"

But you're cut off abruptly when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the view?” he laughs as he runs the velvety head of his cock against your dripping cunt.

You try to respond but he increases the pressure on your tongue, causing drool to pool against his fingers.

He slowly pushes into you, stretching you as his cock slowly buries itself inside your walls. The sting gives way to pleasure as the tip of his cock kisses that spongy spot inside you.

Oikawa slowly drags his cock from your wet heat and pushes back in, again and again. You hate that he feels so good, hate that he knows what he’s doing to your body and maybe you could enjoy it more if it wasn't for his fucking mouth.

“I never understood why you hated me so much,” his voice is full of malice as he moans behind you. Each thrust makes his voice more and more whiny. “You act like I stole the sun and pissed on your grave when I've never been anything but nice to you.”

You bite his fingers, causing his hips to stutter inside you. Of course he's a masochist.

You try to harden your voice so that he can't tell how on edge he's making you. “You're an annoying bitch, with your stupid fans and—” but you can’t even finish a sentence before he’s interrupting you with a harsher thrust that digs your body against the hard counter.

“Is that it?” He keeps a hard pace as he enunciates every word with a punishing thrust, “You were jealous my attention wasn't on you? Hmm?”

Your legs start to shake as he hammers into you. You hate him. You hate him. You try to express your thoughts but all that escapes your mouth are whimpers and babbles.

“Do you know what your brother would have done to me if he knew that every night I went home thinking about his sister's tight little cunt?”

Your cunt clenches on its own at his words, and your eyes flutter. You can't help but moan as he drags more pleasure from you while your walls are trying to hold him still.

“Oh, you like that?” His hand moves to your shoulder, grabbing and pulling your back into a beautiful arch as he whispers sinfully into your ear. “You like knowing that I've been jerking off to the thought of you for years?”

Your hands clench as you try to take in his words. Him jerking off to you? No way. He hates you and you hate him. That's how it is, that's how it always has been. But fuck, why does it make your chest warm?

“Hng, no!” you manage to gasp out.

“Oh yes, yes you do.”

A shiver runs down your body as he angles his hips to hit deeper inside you.

“You even went and dated Tobio-chan. Tell me, did he fill you this good? Did he make you cum on his cock like I'm about to?”

“I— I... No,” you pant, grabbing the edge of the counter top to try and steady yourself as his thrusts increase in speed.

He pushes your body back down on the counter as the drawl of his hips set your nerves on edge. The building pressure in your core sends your head spinning, and you can't believe that the person behind you is him. The annoying asshole that you’ve hated for years is the same one fucking you into oblivion right now.

He leans over your body, his lips sliding against the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

“Say my name and you can cum,” he says so sweetly, trying to trap your body into complying to his wishes.

“No. No, please. Just let me cum.” You feel his pace slow down slightly before your body yells, “Oikawa!”

“No, my other name.” The command is so absolute you feel yourself pulse around him again.

“Little bitch—” He slows his hips again, almost to a stand still and you can feel the feeling in your core starting to slip until you scream, “No!”

He picks up his pace again, grabbing your hips and holding you still as he drives into you again, “Then say my name.”

He pulls your hips aways from the counter so he can wrap an arm around your waist to put pressure on your clit. Delirious sinfully addictive pressure right where you needed him. You can't help it, you have to—

“Tooru!”

As soon as his name leaves your lips, you can feel him smile into your shoulder. He angles his hips again and as his fingers work over your clit, his cock hammers into you. Your legs start to shake as you feel the orgasm you've been trying to stave off come rushing full force.

You let your head fall forward as you gush around his cock, milking him for all he's worth as he continues to piston inside you. Whispers of your name leaving his lips only prolong your orgasm, and now you know why he wanted to call for him. It's twisted and repulsive, but the way the syllables roll off his tongue have you rocketing higher.

Your shuttering body pushes Oikawa over the edge. A long groan vibrates his body as his thrusts lose steam inside you, until his hips falter. He paints your walls with his cum as your walls flutter around him. His dick twitches inside you as both of you pant, coming down from the stars together.

Bonus:

You hear the door click open as you sit on the couch, in the exact same spot you were in before your brother left. But as soon as the door is open, Iwaizumi can sense that something is different.

He takes off his shoes as he scans his apartment. Sure, the both of you are sitting in the same spots but the air is different. He looks between the two of you for a good minute, and each time he looks back at Oikawa, his best friend's face becomes redder and redder.

Iwa walks up to Oikawa, narrowing his eyes and searching his face, until he suddenly steps back and gasps.

“Did you guys fuck?!”

#oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #bakumu does kinktober #sub!reader

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william i'm your guy's wedding day.

him seeing u walk down the aisle, just completely in love with you.🥹🥹🥹🤌🏻

🐧 anon!

these are hcs but

he’s nervous.

oh god, is he nervous. it’s his second marriage, he knows how the first one played out, what if you’re just like her? what if this is wrong, you two shouldn’t get married and just be with each other forever instead? what if someone cursed his marriages so that he will never be truly happy? he’s pissed enough people off for that to be possible!

so, here he stands, at the alter, sweat heading down his neck and wetting his clamped hands as he waits for you to begin walking.

he’s trying not to fidget. he’s not a fidgeter normally, but oh god he just can’t help it.

he’s rocking back and forth subtly on his feet, moving around a little bit to just take the edge off of his nerves.

he hopes no one can see.

what if you run out? what if… you’re walking.

watching everyone rise for you feels like slow motion as you start to walk down the aisle.

and suddenly, all of his worries are gone.

such a beautiful thing like you could never hurt him, you two were made for loving each other. the bright red smile on your face tells him all.

you’re finally let on the alter, whispering a squeaked and excited ‘hi!’ to william as the music stops.

he as just the softest, most adoring smile on his face, bright eyes glossy with joy for you as he mumbles back another ‘hi’… and watches you try to blink back tears.

happy tears. god, are you thrilled.

when it’s time for vows, he delivers his like a poem. they’re the most sweetest words said from deep within his heart and you know they’re true.

… meanwhile, when you say yours, you cry through the whole thing.

“no, don’t cry, dear! you’ll ruin your makeup!” he mutters, raising a hand to your bicep to comfort you. the crowd (mostly consisting of your family) aw’s. william blushes.

by the end your words are too shaky to understand and you just hiccup through it. you are given a moment to calm down before the wedding continues.

he kisses your hand when he puts your ring on.

you squeeze his big fingers with reassurance of all his worries when you put his on.

he dips you when he kisses you, putting on a big show for the crowd as you two seal your souls forever.

forever. you both think. finally, forever.

he keeps his arm tight around your waist when you two leave, showing you off like an award. mine! they’re all mine, forever!

no one really needs to know this, but the two of you make out aggressively in the backseat all the way to the reception.

it’s barely even to properly get off. sure, william is hard, but he’s usually hard when he’s around you.

you two just can’t get enough of each other right now, you just want to spend every moment in the other’s arms, celebrating your big day…

your first dance is absolutely magical. you felt like the only two people in the world.

william spent the first 90 seconds of the song trying not to kiss you as he held you close, gazing into your gorgeous eyes…

he’d lean in to whisper his thoughts to you.

“this is the song we first danced to,”

“you look so beautiful today…”

“i’m so glad we could do this.”

“are you happy? … i don’t think i’ve ever been happier in my life.”

“i love you so much”

he finally starts to pepper kisses to your lips once the song ends, and everyone claps for you two again.

“i’m gonna love you forever.”

#🍒 — let’s talk!#🍒 — william afton #🐧

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 12: "Go To Hell"

Your highest honor comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon. And danger inescapable.

I don't even need to read your mind to know what you're doing.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is I am tired.

I want to know what happened.

She's probably off in some unholy nether realm.

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something that is definitely lacking around here.

You will show me respect!

You look like shit.

I can't believe you did that to yourself.

Whoa! That was cool!

I did transmutation.

I didn't even have to think about it. It just happened.

Our powers always spike in times of crisis. This is one of those times.

You into girls now?

What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret for very long in this house

It will come to light whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

I'm the queen-- I will rise again!

My people gonna come for you. Rip you apart.

Give me the box of chicken. Today, please.

I'm going on break, okay?

This was the worst time of your life. Waiting on people who treated you like the piece of trash you thought you were. No power. No respect. And no future that you could see.

Your hell's on Earth.

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Everybody got to pay in the end.

Wait! I'm not done with you!

Unless you want to stay here forever, you better hurry and get back.

Time moves differently in here.

I'm talking to you, bitch!

You made it back. I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power, you're gonna give me some answers.

You remember how you told me you were gonna cut me up in little pieces and plant me all over the place? I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's got to be a way to kill her.

More marshmallows.

Well, she's not gonna be doing anything while she's chopped into 50 pieces and those pieces are scattered all over the city.

You are one crafty witch.

When do we get to see the attic torture chamber?

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard are nothing more than lies invented by her many enemies.

What a total rip-off.

How did you find me?

A dog returns to its vomit.

I see you finally got that makeover.

I'm here to set the record straight.

She even looks like a monster.

Many times while there were extravagant parties going on just below, the sounds of music and revelry drowning out the cries of torment.

You don't believe it?

It beggars all belief.

The information you've been feeding these people? It's inaccurate.

I want my money back.

Do not touch the display items!

You will never be able to pay for your crimes.

It's your only chance for redemption.

Agree to be publicly humiliated-- all is forgiven.

All anybody has to do nowadays is shed some tears, say some words

It's called repentance.

Oh, repentance my ass.

You think a man jack among them was well and truly sorry? Not a one. Sorry they got caught is all.

Y'all nothing but a pack of sniveling hypocrites, as far as I can see.

I won't profess to be sorry, 'cause I'm not.

I was getting to you before. I know it.

You made me weep.

I wept for the state of this world.

A world of lies. A world that makes promise it cannot keep.

I don't want to die.

I want my portrait hung just there.

What are you doing back there?

Do you need a break?

I probably have two weeks left on Earth.

Maybe we could be kind to one another for a change, huh?

Did you really think self-mutilation would restore your power?

You cannot lose your power. You never will. It's inside of you.

As much as I'd like to, I cannot take credit for that. It's all you.

You're saying good-bye?

A man shouldn't be disturbed when he's playing with his instrument.

You don't have your mother's features.

Oh, you know who I am?

We spent quite an evening together.

She can't love anyone but herself.

I saw everything. Everything.

Unzip me.

Whatever fantasy you have about who she is and what you are to her, it's all bullshit.

She used you. All she does is use people.

I don't suspect you have a passport ready.

You feel that? That empty heartbroken feeling?

When the rest of the world sees a wall, we see a window.

Is she alive?

She's not breathing.

That's deadly nightshade you're about to ingest through your nostrils. I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.

Where is everybody?

Who would have been cruel enough to commit such an atrocity?

I heard people die after three days without water.

Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of Atropa belladonna.

You were supposed to spend your days in romantic splendor with your true love.

You're just like Halston when he sold his brand to J.C. Penney. You've forsaken your destiny.

You bit it off.

Hey, you're in my spot!

I want to sleep!

We're leaving.

You, don't talk to me!

Is that why you came back, because you can't handle him?

You bitch.

You thought I was some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die?

Stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once.

It's beneath us.

I don't want to waste my magic on you.

You hit like a girl!

This is awesome!

You! You must pay for what you've done!

Wow, did you walk into the wrong house.

Who the hell is this guy?

I thought you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?

I'll kill all of you!

Is that blood?

How could you do this to me?

I don't remember the last time I was here when there wasn't music playing.

You pack your wader boots?

I don't like catfish. I loathe all bottom-feeders.

She's pretty, but she doesn't have your cheekbones.

I imagine she wanted me to do her dirty work for her.

We had a deal. It wasn't on paper, it wasn't stamped by a notary, but we had a deal!

You have been the most delightful distraction. A life preserver. But I'm gonna be on dry land soon.

Can't you at least pretend? Just, just humor me for a while?

I guess I loved you.

Although I really don't know anything about love, if I'm gonna be honest. But you were the sweetest of lovers. The best I've ever had. And I'll miss that.

Let go of me!

I know you love me!

Christ, I was sick!

I just needed to feel something.

I made you die those little deaths for the first time in your sorry life. I made you sing when you had no tunes left in you.

What you're doing is a crime against humanity.

Well, I've never been one for love, true or otherwise.

Does anyone feel any different?

Where's the body?

Somebody's got to kill this creep.

Is that really necessary?

I'll kill him.

We really don't need a man to protect us.

I know I mistreated you in the past but there's no greater pain than being this close and not, not being able to reach you. And to comfort you.

Oh, I'm consumed with regret.

Why are they doing this to us?

Please, I'm so thirsty.

Please have mercy.

Are you hungry, too?

I'll slice off one of your mama's fingers and feed it to you!

Yes, I have sinned.

I gave no quarter.

Have mercy on my soul!

I don't want to do this!

You will do as you are tasked.

Who is this man?

What is this place?

You have been granted your sweet release from the world of the mortal.

Welcome to hell.

I can't die!

We have a contract!

No one gets away with sin.

Everybody suffers.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs #ahs coven

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dxsole · 3 years

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🎰 toss s for what kind of mix ups are possible here.

🎰 SPIN THE WHEEL OF LOVE 🎰

Still Accepting!

1. Saima & Vicente

Aw, that WOULD be cute! I don't know how comfortable Saima may be about being around children (although, I'm sure they'll do fine!) and getting involved with someone who is in the public eye as much as Vicente is, but Vicente is just about the sweetest guy ever! Truly a lover, truly a romantic~!

2. Chet & Saima

Chet wouldn't feel especially comfortable about seeing someone so much younger than him (yes, Saima is ageless and technically older than him, but you feel me), but that in no way means other interactions can't happen! Chet's a great confidant and protector type. He'll be a great, fun dad figure! Or grandpa (but please, don't call him that, he's a little self-conscious!)!

3. Buck & Saima

Nobody should be into Buck. He's terrible, he doesn't deserve it. However, I like the concept of rivals here— Saima probably can appreciate his 'steal from the rich' schtick...but he's still a scammer who constantly lies. Truly, he's just a thorn in their side, a pain in their ass.

4. Beatrix & Saima

What a concept...immortal and evil AI...Granted, I don't think Saima would approve of Beatrix's goal of getting out of the digital world just to destroy the natural world. If anything, rival/lovers sort of thing. Because let's be real, Beatrix is...charming in her own right. Just keep it online, Saima. Don't let your homicidal, human-hating girlfriend out...

5. Saima & Viola

I'm already crying, they'd be so adorable...Viola would not care that Saima's some big-time immortal. She's just "Oh! That's neat!" and goes back to painting. She just wants to hold hands and braid Saima's hair, you know? Show them her art??? Paint next to them?? Peak romance...

#seekesotsibteadmist #accidents #network #connections #clean up #cons #amazing fkjdbgkjdf

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to1vity · 4 years

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too’s jisu “tickle attack”

requested!

— “Hii💓 it's really hard finding writing blogs about TOO, i'm happy i found ur blog!! Could you write a fluffy scenario about the boys exposing Jisu's crush pls?? Thank u in advance💓 ”

wc. 1,364

summary. you and jisu are ‘just friends’, that is until the boys are forced to endure one tickle attack too many

warnings. minor swearing

(a/n: aw, i’m happy you’re happy you found my blog lol)

“jisu-ya!”

the nine boys, aside from the one whom you were at the mercy of, stared at you with expressions ranging between frustration and annoyance. you were visiting the ten oriented orchestra dorm for the fourth time this week, which also meant you were suffering your fourth tickle-attack that week—from none other than choi jisu. the first time it was cute, the second it earned a half smile, the third it was annoying and the fourth, well… let’s just say the boys could only endure so much.

“yn-ah…” he replied as he continued to tickle you, mocking your tone. the two of you engaged in this ritual, this back and forth, every time you were in each other’s company. it wasn’t like you two were born yesterday, either; it was pretty well understood by you both that this was, yes indeed, flirting.

but the question of whether either of you were ready to do anything about it? yeah- that’s another story.

the members were themselves ready to put a stop to the seemingly endless cat and mouse game that you and jisu loved to play, but there was a problem. they all feared what a forced confession would do to, not just jisu’s relationship with you, but also theirs with him. would he be mad? or would be he grateful that they could say the words that he couldn’t? would you be awkward? would jisu resent them if your demeanor towards him did change? these were all considered, as the boys had discussed it among themselves on an occasion. but, as mentioned, these poor boys could only handle so much.

“i cannot take it anymore.” chihoon mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for donggeon and kyungho, who were sitting next to him, to hear. the other members who were out of earshot sat somewhere on the floor or on the arms of the couch.

donggeon stifled a laugh—not that he necessarily needed to do so, you and jisu were in your own world.

“seriously, i love jisu-hyung and yn and all but….” kyungho trailed.

“it’s getting weeeeeeird.” donggeon teased, laughing louder this time. this gained the attention of the other members, as well as jisu who lightened up his attack on you once his attention was focused toward his friend.

“what’s so funny, hyung? i wanna laugh.” woonggi, the maknae, pouted up at his older member. various versions of “yeah”s and “what’s funny”s colored the room—you even joined in once you came down from the effect of jisu’s ambush.

donggeon looked at chihoon, then to kyungho, then back to chihoon; chihoon looked at the younger member with an expression that read “you’ve gotta dig yourself out of this one”, accompanied with a small smirk.

“seeing yn get tickled was just funny, ahaha…” donggeon ‘confessed’ with an awkward laugh. “guess tickling is contagious! who knew…”

the mood in the room had changed, it’d become a little- erm- awkward. you noticed this, and spoke up.

“what’s up with you guys?”

the nine boys, excluding jisu, looked around at each other with wide eyes. the left out man in question looked to his members with confusion.

see, jisu didn’t know that the boys were on to his romantic interest. not that he thought he did a particularly good job of hiding it, he just didn’t think his friends cared enough to pay attention. they’ve got their own things to worry about, right?

when your question solicited no response, you decided to make up some kind of excuse to leave the room. “uh, okay. i’m gonna run to the corner mart and grab a snack. you guys want anything?”

you didn’t expect anyone to speak up due to the tension in the room, but when minsu (your favorite member, don’t tell jisu) asked for a candy bar in the sweetest little voice you ever heard, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. grabbing your hoodie, phone, and their spare key, you made your way to the dorm’s elevator. the entire trip to the store you couldn’t help but wonder if the boys had you figured out, and if that’s why the mood dropped so quickly.

meanwhile, back at the dorm, chaos ensued.

“we know you like them, and your painful attempts at flirting are obnoxious and annoying!” chihoon, unable to hold back in your absence, blurted out.

“yeah, hyung, the tickling- that’s like, gotta stop.” jeyou added, the layer of hesitation in his voice softening the firmness of what he intended to sound like.

jisu argued with his members back and forth—every time he would try to deny his feelings for you or say that flirting wasn’t his intention, another one of his friends would come with a rebuttal that instantly shut him up. not for long though, as he would go back to denying or making claims soon after. this cycle continued over and over and over and over again, never seeming to end.

not even when you stood in the doorway, hoodie on, black ‘thank you, come again’ mart bag in hand.

you swore it was a good five minutes that you were just standing, listening to jisu and his members talk about you like you weren’t there; in all fairness, to them you weren’t. you heard jisu deny any feelings for you (which hurt) and then another member say that that was absolute bullshit (which gave you hope). the cycle would have truly been endless, so much so that you forced yourself to stop it.

“ya!!” you yelled at the top of your lungs. “shut up!” all eyes were on you now, some shocked and some apologetic. the tension in the room had grown to be the same as before you left.

“listen, you know i love hanging out with you guys but, clearly, you have a lot going on. i’ll just-” you fumbled into the black bag, pulled out minsu’s candy bar, and placed it on the table nearest you. “i’ll come back later when you’ve got this whole...thing...figured out.”

without hesitation, you turned around and exited the door through which you had just come. also without hesitation, jisu jumped up to run out the door after you. he thought it’d be easy to sort things out when it was just the two of you.

he was wrong.

you turned around to be greeted by jisu’s company in the hallway, half shocked half not. the way your hair fell and the expression on your face made it nearly impossible for anything to come out of jisu’s mouth. however, he managed.

“how much of that did you hear?” he shyly asked, hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“more that i would’ve liked to. i mean, not in the way that i was offended or anything- i just wanted you guys to shut up, haha…” you offered a weak joke to lighten the mood between yourselves. it might not have taken the tone from cool to warm, but it did earn a small chuckle from the man in front of you, and that was enough.

“listen, yn, i do like you. a lot. i mean, i kinda thought you knew but i didn’t want to say anything because...you know? i don’t want to ramble or anything…”

“yeah, yeah...i get you.” you said, your and jisu’s eyes meeting. all the pressure in the room seemed to have disappeared in that moment, and you found yourself smile. jisu returned the small action.

“i’m still gonna head home. you guys have schedules tomorrow, you should rest.” you gulped, preparing yourself for what you were about to propose next.

“but, next time, let’s hang out- yknow, just the two of us? we don’t have to do anything fancy, and you can still tickle-attack me!”

“i mean, you had me at the two of us but i definitely would not have refused after the tickle-attack promise!”

you and jisu shared a laugh and one more smile. as much as you didn’t want to, you oblige yourself to depart from your...friend? honestly, it didn’t matter what you said you were, because the entire ride home you wore that same stupid grin; that told you everything you needed to know.

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years

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Lost You (Shawn Mendes)

Feat. Tom Holland

A/N: Here is me trying to get back to writing haha and yeah, Tom Holland is here. First time ever writing him so please don’t kill me if it’s bad lakslaksal. This was written quickly too, supposed to be a blurb but got carried away. Also I don’t think this is the best I've written thus far so I’m sorry in advance if it sucks :/ Anyways, hope you still enjoy!

Requested:

First of thank you so much sweets 🥺 that means the world. Second, I changed it up a bit, I hope it’s okay ❤️

Warnings: None and Typos

Word Count: 3.2k+

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"Nervous?"

That all-too-familiar British accent made you look away from the car window, eyes landing on a handsome man who was sitting right beside you. A worried smile was etched on his lips as he tilted his head to the side, hand resting on your bare leg in a comforting manner, the car ride quiet aside from the soft music that the radio was playing and the soft mumbles of the other people accompanying you.

You couldn't stop yourself from admiring him as he was all groomed up, wearing a classic black suit that fitted is body perfectly, a white dress shirt paired with a bow tie, radiating that James Bond feel with his hair gelled back to give him that clean and sleek look.

You gave him a small nod. "A little bit. Thank you so much for coming with me Tom." You flashed him a grateful smile, placing your hand on top of his as you gave it a soft squeeze.

"Hey, of course, it's your first VMA's, I wouldn't miss it for the world. And I know how much you hate red carpets but still, you join me when I ask you to walk with me. The least I can do is return the favor."

You know that there was something more between you two other than being just casual friends, even Tom does too as he's already confessed to you how he really feels, but none of you has bother to do something about it yet, being that you've just broken up with your boyfriend not too long ago.

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You're still figuring yourself out and Tom being the kindest, most understand and sweetest person that he is, he respected that and has done nothing but be there when you needed him most.

"Have I already told you how gorgeous you look?" The young man grinned, eyes admiring you in a way that made your stomach do a flip.

"Yes, now quit ogling, your making me melt." You joked with a roll of your eyes, feigning a slight hint of annoyance in your voice that only made him chuckle. Tom was about to says something but didn't get a chance to respond as the car came to a halt, a crowded red carpet in full view once the both of you took a glance at the tinted window.

Tom interlaced his fingers with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze before his free hand took hold of the door handle. "Ready?"

You took one deep breath as you gave him the go signal, the door sliding open seconds later as he slowly stepped out of the car.

Tom helped you out like the gentleman that he is, your grip on his hand tightening as the flashing lights invaded your eyes in a matter of minutes, your name being screamed by dozens of photographers as they try to get a hold of your attention.

You wore your best smile as you threaded down the carpet, following the usherette assigned to guide the two of you and then stopping to pose as how these things always go.

Tom lets go of your hand to wrap an arm around your waist, your eyes meeting his as he gave it a reassuring squeeze to let you know that he's got you. The amount of time the two of you had walked the red carpet this past few months made him understand why you don't liked carpet. You do get a bit flustered with this much attention, like your being held under a magnifying glass and that one wrong move could be seen even if it's miniscule.

You mirrored his smile as your turned around to fully face him, hand coming up to fix his bow tie as both of his took home on your hips.

"Why did you wear a bow tie? You know very well that you can't keep this straight not matter how hard you try." You teased, hand sliding down his chest once the tie was straight enough for your liking.

The flashing lights and the screaming were never ending but you've learned to tune it out for the amount of times you've done this already. Tom chuckled as he guided you further down the carpet again, stopping to take another pose before he spoke.

"I mean you do like it more when I wear this than a regular tie. You think I look ravishing, you just hate to admit it." Tom retorted with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at that. "Oh please, don't be so full of yourself Holland."

It was going great so far, all laughs and smiles between you and Tom but of course, that only lasted for a moment as you heard the paparazzi scream the names of the people you weren't exactly keen to see.

What a way of the universe to joke that they had to arrive just after you did. You were praying, begging that you could at least walk the carpet without seeing that specific familiar face, but we don't always get what we want in this world do we.

Tom felt you tense up a little bit his head turning to see what was wrong, but when he finally heard who has just arrived, he was quick to switch from playful to overprotective mode, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer to his side.

"You alright?" Tom leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You nodded with a hum, your faces just an inch away as he pulled back, the concern on his features only lasting a split second as it was quick to change, his smile now wide and bright as he looked at you adoringly.

"He's watching." He spoke between his grin once he took in your confused expression and you were impressed at how fast he can change his mood all of the sudden, but then again, he is an amazing actor after all.

You flashed him a thankful smile, glad that he understood why you're suddenly uncomfortable without having to explain it. So grateful that he was here just as how he's been from the beginning.

With a deep intake of breath, you willed yourself to ignore them, to not even have a peek as you focused on the tasked at hand, focusing more at the gentleman beside you.

Just grin and bear it Y/N, carpet is almost done.

Shawn however, was having a really hard time ignoring you.

Though he was walking with someone else, he can't stop himself from stealing quick glances in your direction whenever he can, making sure that he was doing it as discreetly as he could. The internet would go crazy if he gets caught longingly looking at someone who they only knew was his friend. You never did go public, you didn't get the chance to as everything when south in a blink of an eye. But seeing you right now in the flesh after many months, Shawn feels like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He was in awe to say the least.

You wore a fitted sheer dress covered in silver stones and glitters, the garment hugging your body in the right spots giving you a beautiful figure that was making Shawn's head spin. More so with that plunging neckline that showed just enough for it look classy, along with a low back that made the dress look even sexier. As if that wasn't enough, the dress had a slit that showed off those legs in the most elegant way possible.

Your hair was up in a messy bun with a simple yet glamorous makeup, and that beautiful smile of yours that he'd always fall for. Shawn was at a loss for words at how breathtaking you look, you always do that to him no matter the occasion, and you never fail to do so, even to this day.

But his daydreaming was cut short when he finally noticed that you weren't alone too, a certain pang in his chest when you seem to look so happy in the arms of another.

The break up was entirely his fault.

He made a choice thinking that it was for the best, but now he was starting to think otherwise and he was slowly and painfully swallowing the consequences thus far.

Shawn got pulled straight out of his thoughts once your eyes met his the moment you looked over your shoulder. He blinked a couple of time to check if he wasn't hallucinating, seeing a bright smile painted on your lips as you gave him a curt nod, no ill-will written on your face before you broke his gaze, turning to face the person who stood too close by your side for Shawn's liking.

The way his arm was laced on your waist was not sitting well with Shawn at all, especially when this Tom guy was looking at you in a way that he used to. But what truly hurts was that familiar look of adoration on your beautiful face, the one you always gave Shawn whenever you're proud of him. That certain look that was used to be for him and him only, keyword: used to.

This made him think that maybe he was too late, and that you've finally moved on. That he's truly lost you fully this time.

He shook his head with a clear of his throat, standing straighter as he shoved all his thoughts in the back of his head, wrapping his arm around the girl beside him as he smiled at the cameras.

This was going to be a long night.

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It was commercial break and you were thankful, your bladder just couldn't seem to hold it for much longer. You turned to Tom, nudging his arm as he was busy talking with someone's brother that you didn't quite catch the name of.

"I'm just gonna go the bathroom real quick." You whispered once his attention was on you, slowly getting out of your seat only for Tom to do the same. "I can take you–"

"No silly, it's fine. I'll be back as fast as I can I promise." You giggled, gently pushing him back down as you waved at the person he was taking to.

"Okay then, be careful you clumsy woman." Tom gave you a playful wink with a soft chuckle, you shaking your head in response, mumbling a soft 'shut up' before you walking off.

You reached an empty hallway that one of the staff members pointed you towards, the door of the bathroom coming to view moments later but that's when you heard rushed footsteps behind you, your mind immediately thinking that it was Tom following you as he was the only one who knows where you've gone.

"I thought I told you I can handle myself and pee alone Tom?" You giggled, turning around only to stop dead in your tracks as you were met by a familiar man, too familiar for your taste, one that sported those unruly curls on top of his head.

"Shawn." You breathed out, face contorted in sheer surprise as you were not expecting him at all.

"Y/N, hey." He flashed you a shy smile, both hands in his pockets as he slowly walked closer to you, stopping himself once you took a step back, sadness flashing across his features and you tried your hardest not to scoff out loud.

"What are you doing here?" You asked skeptically, crossing your arms over your chest, but not in an intimidating way, no, it was more as a defensive stance, shielding yourself in a sense.

The break up wasn't a mutual decision, nor did it end on a good note. It was painful, very painful.

It left you in such a dark place and you worked so hard to get yourself out of there. You've made your progress but you aren't exactly fully out yet, you are still in the process of healing as wounds are still a bit fresh, and there is no way in hell you're letting him pull you right back in.

"Just wanted to see you... I miss you."

You shut your eyes tight with a sigh as you shook your head at him. "Don't. Just don't."

Shawn didn't seem to get the hint as he only took a few more steps closer to you, lips parted slightly as he took you in completely. "You look so beautiful." He gushed, fingers absentmindedly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear once he was in close proximity, so close that you just had to look up at him.

You stood there frozen in your spot, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you found yourself stuck under his gaze. Those familiar brown eyes will always have a hold against you, especially when he's looking at you so yearningly, a certain glow crossing his features as is if he was too glad to be close to you again.

The more you stared into his eyes, the more you felt your walls slowly slip, so you pulled your head away from his grasp, clearing your throat as you took two steps back, a deep frown quick to appear on Shawn's lips but you paid it no mind.

"I'm sorry but I need to go." You hastily walked pass him but being the stubborn boy that he is, he took hold of your arm to pull you right back.

"No, wait." Shawn spun you around to face him again, both hands now gripping your elbows to keep you in place, his grasp firm but not too much for it to hurt. His action only made your annoyance grow, a slight anger now slowly boiling to the surface as you gave him a pointed look. "Let go of me Shawn."

The slight waver in your voice made Shawn drop his hands, the frown on his face never leaving as his brain slowly processed how you actually didn't want him near at all. It hurts to say the least but Shawn can't blame you.

He can only imagine what you've been true. The pain he's caused seemingly unforgivable that he, himself would want nothing to do with him either.

"Can you at least give us the chance to talk?" Shawn sounded so desperate but he didn't care. He was holding onto his last beacon of hope, that maybe deep inside, you still have feelings for him, that you still love him just as how he still loves you.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "There's nothing left to talk about Shawn. We broke up months ago. We are done. I've been moving on and you have no right to try and pull me back in now when I've been doing so much better than when you left me. And just to clarify, you have a girlfriend."

Shawn ran a frustrated hand through his curls. "Please honey, I've been regretting things a lot and I can't apologize enough for what I've done. I was stupid and I've been wanting to kick my ass every single day from the moment I hurt you. And seeing you today with Tom, how you look so happy with him, it fucking hurts so bad. I miss you so much, I want you back angel, I need you back Y/N."

A sarcastic laugh left your mouth before you could even stop it, eyes rolling as you shook your head at him in pure disbelief. "Wow. You're being unfair Shawn. Now that I'm happy and have been better, you suddenly want me back? When you see me with someone else you suddenly miss me? You had months to reach out to me Shawn. Fucking months, but not once did you ever think about calling me. I'm not going to be some girl who you only show interest to when it benefits you."

Shawn shook his head, bottom lip trembling as he took your hand in his, and you let him but never did you show him that it affected you in any way. "No that's not the reason. I still love you Y/N, I really do. Please just give me another chance."

You sighed, gaze softening as you watch him slowly break in front of you, but you weren't giving in, you've grown stronger since that day and you've learned to stand your ground, to do what's best yourself. "You've been living your best life during those months, touring the world, frolicking the streets while I was suffering in the pain that you've caused. I don't want to go through it again because it fucking hurts Shawn. It was a hard battle but I've overcome it. Maybe not fully yet but I am getting there, and I'm not letting you jeopardize that. You were a beautiful mistake, but I can't anymore. I'm done. Now will you please, let me go."

"No, angel please just–"

"Y/N! Is everything alright?" A huge relief washed over your body as that familiar voice bounced off the cream colored walls. Shawn's whole body going rigid as he closed his eyes, jaw clenching at the interruption.

"I'm sorry Shawn, but I think it's best that we keep our distance. You need to sort yourself out as do I." You whispered, slowly pulling your hands out of his grip and making your way towards Tom.

"Hey Tom, you know Shawn and yeah, everything's fine." The curly boy turned at his name, a tight lip smile on his face as he gave you both a curt nod.

"Hey man, nice to finally meet you." Tom moved forward as he reached a hand out, a friendly smile on his lips but you didn't miss his tight grip once Shawn took it, the tension between the two rising as Tom shook Shawn's hand hard and firm.

You saw Shawn's jaw visible clench as he slowly nodded his head, standing tall and strong with his nostrils slightly the flaring once Tom lets go of his hand. "Likewise. Big fan of the films."

You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes as Shawn's voice got deeper than normal, the stare between the two looking like some high school confrontation.

Tom only chuckled with a nod. "Thanks mate. Appreciate it." He didn't wait for Shawn to respond as he turned his attention to you, hand wrapping around your waist in a sweet yet protective manner. "Tricia's been looking for you. It's almost your turn to perform love."

You flashed him a bright smile, a silent communication happening between you two and Shawn felt his heart sink to his stomach, eyes falling to the floor as he couldn't bear to watch you two any longer.

"Let's get going then. I still need to change. I'll see you around Shawn." You gave him one last smile before turning your back on him, walking down the hall to where you came from, wondering what both of your futures hold.

Shawn only watched as you disappeared out of sight, heart breaking into pieces as he slowly felt his knees give out, a tear slipping out of his eyes at that the thought that he's pushed you away, so far and into the arms of someone else.

He really has lost you for good this time, another consequence of his mistake that he has no choice but to endure and face.

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papasbabymommyslittleone · 4 years

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awe, all those answers are so sweet! I'm glad regression has brought so many positive things into your guy's lives, and hearing that Virgil feels protected and safe makes me really happy. Question for the caregivers specifically,what's one your favorite thing about being a caregiver? I know you guys said that it makes you happy, and that it's brought everyone closer, and Logan mentioned getting better about overworking himself. But I'm talking about something that you do with the boys (1/2)

Vee feeling protected and safe makes me super happy as well 🥺🥺🥺

Oh oh there are SO many things I love about the boys...

I think with Roman my favorite thing is when he's just super excited about playing a game or being a big brother or anything really! He gets really bouncy and smiles so big and - I hope he doesn't mind me saying - if he's really excited then he gets the sweetest stutter! Just because so many words go through his mind that his mouth can't seem to keep up 💕💞💞💓💞💕💕💞💓 he's the cutest little prince ever!!

And I obviously love everything about my boys, but I can't get over how adorable Vee is when he's half-asleep! He's always the sweetest baby, he's very quiet and calm most of the time (except when he's being tickled or he is bouncing on my lap!!) but at bedtime he is just a tiny angel 🤍 He tries so hard to keep his eyes open to hear me singing to him or Logan reading him a story, and he likes to hold onto my finger as he falls asleep 🥺 HOW ADORABLE IS THAT??? He wraps his little hand around my finger!! And he just.. makes baby noises. I don't know how to describe them, just little 'mm' and squeaky noises, theyre so quiet, and i just know they mean he feels safe.. Gosh I can't handle it!

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Greetings.

I must admit, my favorite thing Roman does has always been the same. It is quite specific, so forgive me if it is not what you wanted to hear. Whenever I call him clever or a good boy or praise him in any other way there is a very subtle look about him. In his adult life, some days he brushes my praise off with sarcasm or distraction techniques. Other days he is, for lack of a better word, cocky and accepts the compliment though insists that it is not adequate enough.

Though when he is little his eyes seem to brighten a shade, and rather than the confident smile of his adult self, his lips pull up quite shyly. It is during these moments I can be sure that he truly believes what I tell him, and it never fails to make me smile.

With Vee, I had actually planned on talking about the moments when he is half-asleep too. Though since Patton has already addressed this (adorable) topic, I will pick another.

I enjoy seeing Vee stim openly. I have always prided myself in being observant and noticed from early on in having Vee live with us that he suppressed his stims a lot. He has dealt with a fair share of internalised ableism around his autism and tried to hide his 'symptoms' from us at first. We worked through that, though I won't detail it publically.

Though adult Vee is still slightly reluctant to stim so openly around us. I do not wish to push him about it lest I make him uncomfortable, but it is a huge relief to witness him stimming while he is regressed. It tells me that he is not repressing his emotions for fear of being judged, and it proves useful in communicating his needs when he is non-verbal.

Plus seeing him 'happy flap' is just the most endearing sight in the world.

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#papa patton #mama logan #ableism mention #asks #🐇 anon #11 sep

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lunaofthevalley · 5 years

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Sadness, an overfelt emotion

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Plot: Part 2 to Love, an overused word. Freddie checks up on Y/N and a confrontation occurs. The rest of the band find out what's happened.

Warnings: just more angst for you lovely readers.

Note: so I have decided to make this a series, part three is already written as well (yay), and well I'll be prepared for your anger towards me. Also if you guys want to request something, my requests are open.

She didn't know how long it had been. A few hours, a couple of days, a week maybe? She really couldn't process anything. Y/N had holed herself up in her apartment, she hadn't left since she had gotten there.

She barely ate, only left her bed to eat or take a shower, and she would just spend the hours crying and crying, letting out heartbreaking sobs at the thought of what had happened.

Her phone hadn't stopped ringing since she arrived, but she was too drained of energy to go pick it up, opting to just try and ignore the world. She didn't want to deal with anybody, not right now. God knows anything could send her over the edge at any given moment.

It was when she decided to go get something to eat that the door of her apartment opened, letting in sunlight and fresh air and also an over dramatic uprising singer.

"Darling, where have you been for the past 2 days? The boys and I were sure you would come visit us."

Freddie, of course. She had forgotten that he had a key, something she had given him years ago after he asked to borrow something and she hadn't been at home. It had been a sort of gift, you could say, a very intimate and personal way of saying 'I trust you'. Something she no longer did.

Y/N turned to look at Freddie, who was dressed as extravagantly as he always was, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, his long hair falling to his shoulders in his natural waves. "Oh, sweet girl, we have so much to tell you. The tour was amazing...as always is. We have some great stories, like the time Deacy almost fell of stage, or the time Brian's hair got caught in a net, ooh there's also the time-"

"The time Roger cheated on me, repeatedly might I add."

Freddie didn't expect that reply, and nothing had prepared him for it. It was then that he finally got a good look at her.

Her usually shiny hair was now dull and fell limp, her eyes which used to hold happiness in them were puffy and red, her cheeks held the trails of evident tears that had fallen a while earlier, and she also seemed thinner.

She looked like a ghost, Freddie thought, and the thought made his heart drop to his stomach.

" Y/N dear..."

"No Freddie," she spoke softly, "please, please don't try to excuse yourself. Please don't tell me that you didn't know, or that John and Brian didn't either. I know what tour life is like, I've been on tour with you before, so I know for a fact that you knew what he was doing."

Freddie sighed, he knew there was no way out of this one, "Yes, Y/N, we knew..." he replied, head bowed in shame, guilt consuming him.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" She waited for an answer, but received none. "I considered you family you know. I trusted you boys with my life. You three, just like Roger, promised to be there for me, to protect me from harm...yet funnily enough it was all of you that brought me the most ."

Freddie stood up from where he sat and walked over to her, "Listen...darling, I won't try to excuse myself, or any of the other boys for that matter. What Roger did was wrong, really wrong. We were also in the wrong for never attempting to stop him from doing it, and to make it even worse we never thought of telling you."

"Do you know how much it hurt to see him coming home with another woman. Touching her how he used to touch me. And do you know how much more it hurt when I realized you knew but didn't do anything about it. I felt... feel...so betrayed Freddie. I can't trust you, any of you, anymore."

That was the moment when Freddie Mercury's heart broke for the first time.

" I really don't want to sound rude, Freddie, but I really don't want to see you right now." Y/N sniffled.

Freddie nodded, deciding not to say anything. He only kissed her cheek softly before making his way to her door, but before he left, he put his key, the key she had gifted him so long ago, in the little trinket bowl by the entrance.

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As he walked down the long hall leading to the studio where the rest of the boys were, the closer he got the louder the sounds got. It sounded like things we're flying all over the place, and the answer to his question came when he was met with the sight of Roger, inside the booth, throwing whatever he found at the walls.

"Oh thank God you're back," Freddie turned to see it was Brian who had addressed him. Said tall man had now stood up from the couch and walked over to Freddie. "He's is a mood. Please tell me you brought Y/N with you, she always manages to calm him down."

Freddie bit his inner cheek, "I'm afraid Brian that Y/N did not come with me, and I doubt she will in the future."

Brian looked confused, "What do you mean Fred?"

"What I mean Brian is that she knows." He stated in a monotonous voice, "She knows Roger cheated on her with that awful groupie...and she also knows we knew yet didn't tell her."

At this, John who had been messing around on his bass while sitting on the couch stopped and turned to the other two, "What?"

"She found out Deacy, that we kept it from her, that we aloud him to keep doing it. Christ you should have seen her....she's heartbroken."

Roger just kept throwing things at the wall, oblivious to what his band mates where talking about.

"We should have stopped it..." John murmured quietly.

Brian let out a long sigh, "Rog is an adult Deacy, we shouldn't have to baby sit him, or control his decisions."

"I agree with the fact that he is an adult Brian, but so are we, and us being sensible people should have said something about it!" Exasperated Fred.

Suddenly a new voice joined in, "Said something about what?"

The three turned to look at the blonde, who was sweaty and breathing heavily.

"Said something to Y/N about you cheating on her....or at least say something to you to prevent it." It had surprisingly been Deacy who had said that to Roger, a slight venom in his voice.

Roger looked at the ceiling, "So she's told you..."

"Well I went to her flat to see what had been going on, she wasn't picking up her phone so I got worried. Should've seen her, a downright mess. She looked like a ghost. Told me what had happened, how she felt. Although she didn't give me the full details. Didn't really want to see me."

"I don't think she would want to see any of us..." Brian added.

"I screwed up I know," Roger stuttered, "god, don't I know. You know she had come back from visiting her parents and the first thing she did was go to my flat. She cooked my favorite dish, just how my mum prepared it. Fixed up the whole place, added candles and even sprayed that perfume of hers....and what do I do? I come home drunk making out with another bird,

"Worst part is...she never shouted at me, she never got angry. Just spoke calmly and softly like she always does with that angelic voice of hers. But it was evident how hurt she was, her voice shook and she was sobbing....I can't get that image out of my head and it feels awful to replay that in my mind...because I'm the one that did that to her."

"I don't know what to tell you Roger..."

"You don't have to tell me anything Brian."

"We all took part in hurting her...you for obvious reasons and us for not doing anything about it. I honestly don't know how you could do it, but you need to fix this, things might not be what they were before, but you should at least talk to her about it." Freddie suggested.

Deacy nodded, "I agree with Fred, Rog. Y/N's the sweetest girl ever, and yes you did something wrong. You should own up to it, and at least explain to her why you did what you did."

"How am I supposed to do it if she doesn't even want to see me." He started making his way to door before he stopped and looked back at the boys. He then took something out of his back jean pocket, showing it to the boys, who just widened their eye in shock,

"That night I was supposed to end things with Tabatha, and technically I did, at the pub, she was fine with it so we kept on drinking and we both got drunk and well one thing led to another. Forgot she was coming home that day.... I was gonna propose you know, when I next saw her. I know we're both still young but I love her, I truly do. But I've messed that up. Just like I do with everything."

And with that Roger Taylor had made his exit.

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