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#i just dont vibe with cheating requests
sunraies · 1 year
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hey babe. love you and your works. hope your doing well and healthy.
my request is kook!reader x rafe. she is totally a girlboss and she walks him like a dog (that tiktok trend). so one day she gets into a fight w someone and Topper and Kelce are like 'Rafe go get your girl' or something like that and she says sit down (another tiktok trend im dying) Rafe sits down immidieatly and everyones like wtf and Rafe says 'thats what my girl said.' and smirking. when fight is over she says 'were done here' and Rafe stands up to follow her but their friends are about to laugh but dont have the courage of that and she says 'any problem babies?' and when there is no answer she goes like 'thats what i thought.' and they leave.
im literally spending 11 hours a day on tiktok. this trends and povs got me. im sure im gonna love it. but if you dont want to write thats okay. have a good day sweetie. love you. :3
Hi, hun! I'm doing good. I hope you are too?? I love you and this idea! I'm sorry it's not very long, and I hope it's how you pictured it x
Infatuated
Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader
Warnings - swears, love sick Rafe, hints of a cheating ex.
As requested above
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From the moment Rafe and you started dating, he was completely and utterly infatuated. He was at you every call and walked at your heels, literally.
If you were entering a room, Rafe was always sure to be two steps behind you. Your hand holding his as he followed you like a love sick puppy.
Everyone knew you were his Queen, and what did the Queen do best? Protect her King.
So when you caught your ex talking shit about Rafe at a party, who was the one to grab him by the collar and spit a warning in his face. You, of course.
"He's more of a man that you ever will be," you hissed, vemon in your voice, holding his Ralph Lauren polo shirt in your perfectly manicured hand. "I don't ever catch his name in your mouth again, got it?"
He swallowed and nodded before you let him go. Just as you were about to walk back to Rafe, someone caught your arm.
"Don't you dare fucking touch him" A girl, who you guessed was his current fling warned you.
"Oh honey, I was just going to wash my hands." Your toned was even before gently removing her grip on your arm. "Have some respect for yourself. Jealousy doesn't match your outfit."
Her scream of frustration caught Topper's attention from across the room with Kelce and Rafe. He nudged Kelce's arm, making him look over.
"Oh shit," Kelce blurted out. "Rafe, you better go get your girl."
Rafe spun around to watch as you dodged a slap, making the girl stumble into the wall beside you. Your laugh seemed to float across the room, but it was more cruel than normal.
"Baby, are you -" Rafe was at your side as your ex was picking the girl up.
"Sit down." You held a finger out to him, and he obeyed, knowing you could hold your own.
Everyone around who had been watching glanced at each other. "What the fuck, man?" Topper asked leaning on the back of the sofa, Rafe had plopped down on.
"My girl's got this." He smirked, sipping on his drink.
You turned to the girl who looked about ready to lunge at you again. "Sweetie, you deserve him." You fixed your hair before heading towards Rafe. "Just get yourself tested, he has a habit of fucking anything that walks"
You could hear her, asking him what the fuck that was supposed to mean as you held your hand out to Rafe.
"Come on, we're done here." You smiled at him. "I don't like the vibe of this place anymore."
"Sure, baby." He finished his drink before grabbing your hand and following you towards the door.
"Damn, you really are her bitch" Topper muttered under his breath but you heard.
"What was that, babe?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Noth. Nothing." He croaked on the laugher as did most around him.
"Didn't think so, honeybun." You smirked at him and gently tapped his cheek before leaving with Rafe.
As you walked towards his car, Rafe threw an arm over your shoulders and kissed your temple. "What was that even about, baby?"
"Just people talking shit." You shrugged before climbing into the car as he held the door open for you.
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kawataslvr · 11 days
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u my new favorite author istg
(no one be ded plz) can i request a Mikey x male reader where reader used to date sanzu but caught him cheating with some dr**ged out chick and was going to Emma and just happened to stumble upon Mikey when knocking on the front door and before even noticing who it was, reader ran forward and hugged Mikey and starting silently crying while Mikey was just like “(°_°) who tf is this and why are they so hot” completely ignoring the shorter male hugging him before reader realized they werent hugging Emma and was about to run away before Draken shows up to pick Mikey up to go to a Toman meeting and reader just panics before Mikeys like “Ken-chin….can we keep him”(maybe a smut scene or something-)
idk im obsessed with Mikey rn hdisichfbebnfkd u dont have to use that idea, ill take anything Mikey x male reader or Mikey + Draken x male reader sorry sorry im so demanding ahhh ill leave now, love ur works btw djisjdb
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Summary : Angst -> Fluff -> Short Smut ,, if you want a solid description just read the ask ! ,, Suggestive Language near the beginning , SLIGHT Drug mentions bcz its sanzu ,, angst w/ comfort ,, smut near the end ,, ft. draken & emma
A/N : MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS MIKEY I SAW THIS REQ N LIT UP OMG , dwdw ur not demanding at all <3! i actually rlly like the amount of detail so it gives me an idea !! also tysm im so honored to be ur current fav ❤️❤️ I hope the request is to your liking dear!! sorry the end is so short, i was running out of time :,)
typicxlcato req ,, part 2
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Your mind was scrambled, confused and tired. All he needed was to cry into a friends arms, you had caught Sanzu making out with some druggie whore, as soon as you walked into the scene you immediately ran out and went to go see Emma.
Not that she didn’t expect you to come to her crying about Sanzu, not like it was the first time it happened, she’d already warn you about him how his “whole vibe was off” and you “shouldn’t get involved with a guy like that.”
Knocking at the Sano residence door, you didn’t really care who had opened it your body instinct kicked in and hugged the person in front of you.
“Eh—!?” Mikey said in a confused tone, the blond completely ignoring how the smaller male was clinging to him and how he was silently crying in his arms.
The blonde looked down at the boy who was clinging onto him, as usual.. a thought really didn’t go through Mikey’s head only that the guy who was hugging him was actually kind of hot.
Unintentionally he was now staring directly into his eyes and you pulled away in shock, before you could run away or he could say something, you both heard a deep voice from the entrance, of course panicking your body froze completely in confusion while tears still rolled down your cheeks and you stood there awkwardly.
“Oi! Mikey, the meetings about to start soon!” Draken walked in the door, to see a boy crying and Mikey right beside him.
Was this a friend of Mikey’s? He knew he’d seen him around Emma whenever he came over, but his thoughts were interrupted once he heard Mikey speak up from the awkward silence that lingered in the room.
“Ken-chinnn.. can we keep himm?” Draken side eyed the blonde and looked at him with an angry expression “Mikey you dumbass! Its not like hes some pet!”
Naturally, with all the yelling Emma came out of her room. Also because she heard Drakens voice.
“Huh..? Y/N!” Emma quickly walked up to you and hugged you once she saw you crying, Draken and Mikey figured out the two were obviously friends pretty quickly.
Mikey would be lying if he didn’t find this friend of Emma’s cute, cute enough to cancel the Toman meeting too apparently.
you had calmed down after talking to Emma getting the whole “I told you, were too good for that guy anyways.” pep talk from her and the two just hanging out normally.
While Mikey decided to stick around at the Sano residence and catch glances of you.
Emma had left to go get a few batch of snacks for you and her from the convenience store nearby, knowing you probably weren’t in the mood to go outside.. she left you alone on the couch to wait for her while you just sat on your phone.
Mikey had wanted to approach you ever since the small little incident that happened when you first arrived, he couldn’t get over how hot you looked.
“Y/N,, right?” he asked and sat down next to you, watching as your head perked up in a little surprised manner and you set down your phone.
he found it all adorable.
“Ah.. yes, you must be Mikey then?” Mikey had to control himself, he couldn’t help how his eyes were drawn to your beautiful lips.
He’d never met someone as pretty as you he swore.
“You’re so pretty Y/N.” the words slipped out of the blondes lips, not like it wasn’t something he intended to say anyways.
Watching your face turn red at the complement.
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Mikey and you yourself didn’t know how you ended up in this position, both of you in his room hoping Emma would take her sweet time with getting those snacks as the two of you heatedly made out on his bed.
Mikey’s hands roaming around your body while yours were wrapped around his neck, oh you definitely weren’t sad anymore.
You’d forgotten the entire reason you were sad in the first place now , this was too god to spoil with the thought of that bastard.
Mikey pulled away and moved down to place hickeys on your neck, letting you catch your breath as he pulled you onto his lap.
His hands still roaming and touching at your body, sliding underneath your shirt.
“y..y/n.. can I?” you nodded your head catching your breath from the earlier make out session.
Mikey slid his hands underneath your shirt, groping under neath making you let out soft mewls and moans of his name.
Before Emma came back the two were too tired out and ruined, laying naked with a blanket on top of each other while they cuddled up to each other.
Mikey and you could deal with this when you woke up, all Mikey knew is that you were worth canceling the toman meeting over.. and you knew Mikey was way better than Sanzu.
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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omg?? Why did the cheating ask lowkey ruin my night, can I request the way aot boys show affection to cancel it out :(
this has been in my inbox for ages now lol im sorry for the late response but NAURRRR not the ruining your night (in reference to this post) im sorry baby here are some fluffy and nice affection hcs for u <3 thanks for being patient w me 
we all know that eren bites. LMFAOOOOO the sky is blue, grass is green, and eren is a biter. he’s an aries, he radiates love as aggression vibes. he shows you physical affection by gently biting down on any area of your skin that he can reach in the moment. he just sees you and gets this indescribable urge to bite??? like a ur so cute i need to release my love in a physical manner so biting will have to do kinda thing. his fav places to nibble on are ur neck, cheeks, fingers, and thighs. honorable mentions include your stomach and ankles. ANNOYING MAN.
armin genuinely says “i love you” like 50 times a day. he says it after everything he does LMFAOOOOOO like yeah the normal person says it a few times, maybe when they wake up/go to sleep, leave the house, a few random times in the day. no, you literally hand armin his coffee (something you get him EVERY DAY) and its “thank you, i love you” he comes into your office and is like “hey, i love you, wanna watch a movie later?” you ask him for an opinion on an outfit and hes like “hm i like the blue one but i love you so much” like WHATTTTT???? it ends EVERY TEXT conversation even if its the quickest question you need to ask “hi! where did you put the kettle?” “hi baby, probably in the cabinet to the right of the fridge” “ok found it, thank you, i love you” he cant help himself he needs it to be said !!! >:(
jean always has a hand on you, somewhere and somehow. it becomes such a normal thing that you dont even notice it or think twice about it sometimes??? it started w simple things like holding your hand on the dinner table or resting his palm on the small of your back, guiding you as you walk. but the more established your relationship gets, the weirder and more often the touches occur. he sleeps with a hand flat across your lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of your underwear. he makes sure ur legs are always resting on top of his lap when youre laying on the couch. he rests a hand on ur forehead when ur reading. he does that thing that you do in elementary school where you touch the tip of someones elbow so lightly while theyre doing something so they dont feel it and then you look at them and ur like “im touching you, can you feel that?” hes mentally 6 
connie is the world’s biggest kisser. he kisses. anywhere, anytime. he kisses your forehead when you’re standing in line at the grocery store waiting to check out. he kisses your ankle when you’re laying on the couch watching a movie. he kisses your shoulder when you’re cooking in the kitchen and shoo him away from your workspace. he cant help himself, he loves how versatile kissing is. how sometimes the two of you can lazily make out for HOURS, and not have it lead to anything but simply loving on one another and feeling your skin against his lips. he also loves how other times, it can be a quick and wordless gesture of i love you. a quick kiss in the morning as he goes to class, or one when youre a little mad at him and he pecks your lips to check in. hes so sweet i wanna pop him like a bubble
you tell reiner something once and he will literally never forget it. mans is like an elephant, he has an insane memory. he remembers every single detail about you, no matter how big or small and stupid you think it might be. ofc he knows all of the basics--your coffee order, your allergies, your preferred side of the bed, etc. any partner would know those things, he knows the insanely observant stuff like how when you eat trail mix you avoid all of the raisins, so he eats those first so you dont have to. he knows that you always order a large coffee, but only ever finish a mediums worth of it, so he orders a large but puts it in a medium cup and saves the rest for later if you want it (which he knows you wont). he folds the sheets in the specific way you like, because you dont like your feet to hang off the edge of the bed but want them to be loose enough to move freely underneath them. hes INSANE when it comes to details about you, megamind if you will
porco prioritizes you over literally anything else in his life. hes so quick to cancel his plans if it means hanging out w you or doing something for you LMFAOOOO. he has plans to go to the gym but youre like baby wanna watch a movie? and hes changing into his pajamas like FUCK YEA I DO <3 or he told reiner he’d go to a baseball game w him but then you wake up with a stomach ache and hes like “nope, sorry i cant go, my baby doesnt feel well” even when ur like porco im literally fine just go, he refuses. you tell him youre gonna study for a test ur nervous about and hes automatically like i’ll help you and ur like dont you have ur own class rn? and hes like yeah but fuck it ill skip and help you make flashcards ???? boy go to class 
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chiiyuuvv · 7 months
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I BEG FOR A JUNGHOON STORY PLS , maybe if you can .. can the story vibes be ( sick teaser junghoon , he’s your child hood friend, hangout together and playing games at home?🥹 ) its my first time asking you!! Good luck 💗💗
"..I'LL JUST HAVE TO KISS YOU." - JUNGHOON °
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"Its nothing I promise!! Just a little scratch is all!!"
"Junghoon, you literally tripped on hard concrete, and your knee is bleeding." You deadpan, sitting him down in a chair.
"Oh please it doesnt even hur- ahh!!" Junghoon groans as he tries to move his leg. "Yeah right.." You mumble, grabbing your first aid and opening the box.
"You seriously dont have to do this," Junghoon groans as you applied some alcohol to his cut. You chuckle softly, squeezing his hand as he groans in pain.
"All most done.." you whisper, cleaning up some of the remaining blood and putting a bandage on his cut. "Can you walk?" You ask, watching Junghoon attempt to stand up before falling back down, shaking his head. "Nope." He answers making you both laugh.
"Come here.." you wrap your arm around his shoulder, helping him up and leading him to the couch. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he breathes in your scent. Smells like.. roses? He clears his mind.
"There.. you go.." you lay him down carefully, propping his leg on a nearby pillow. "What do you wanna do now?"
"Video games?"
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"I'm telling you, you literally cheated!!"
"I didnt cheat your just a sore loser."
"Why I- arghh!!" I frown, making junghoon laugh at my misery. "Ahh cute!!" Junghoon leans over to where I am, pitching my cheek.
"Stop!!" I swatt away his hand, pouting softly.
"Ahh.. I swear to god, if you pout again I'll just have to kiss you."
A/n: I'll let you imagine the rest 🙈. It was short I know leave me alone. Thank you so much for requesting! (weird username btw)
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So for once, nothing angsty, but something more fluffy! ANd its based on food!
So I think, if I remember right anyway, canon Alastor does not like fast food or like food similar to it, and that kind of implies to Radio Guard Alastor too. To a degree tho. He very much would rather cook than have take-out, but also he is not complaining if you wanna give him the egg and spring rolls from the Chinese takeout. It is mainly when he super tired though or had an exhausting day and just has no energy to cook for the gang, since I imagine he may have took over the cooking duties of the hotel.
And now for everyone's favorite types of foods and or flavors of stuff! Alastor-Def prefers more homecooked meals, doesn't matter what, if its homecooked, he will probably enjoy. Does however lean more towards spicy stuff. Man loves spicy dishes, be it a painful spice or a comforting one. Def knows all types of Louisiana cooking and is so happy to share them to others.
Charlie-More on the sweeter side of things. Probably has a love of homecooked food too, mainly like breakfast foods I imagine. But probably also likes fruity stuff too (haha get it because she's the daughter of the Morningstar aka the Devil, the one responsible for Adam and Eve eating the Forbidden Fruit //bonked). Probably loves more baked good spices too? So like cinnamon apple stuff would be her favs
Vaggie-Spice and bitter girlie I imagine personally. She will take her coffee black with a spot of cream or milk while chomping on ghost pepper dusted chips like it was nothing. Can also, for some reason, see Vaggie was a soup girlie. Idk, she gives soup girl vibes. Probably loves spicy veggie soups that just warm you up. Ignoring the fact they are in hell and hell is probably already super hot.
Angel Dust-Def ate like junkie munchie foods. Like cheap, really gross and greasy food. Didn't like it, but it hit the spot. If not that, then super healthier, lean foods, since lets be honest, Valentino would his workers on extreme health diets so they would stay "pretty", so the whiplash of foods probs wrecked Angel's stomach. Now, while trying to go sober and in a safer and healthier environment, Angel def enjoys trying to cook Italian food he remembers his pa or ma making. Would like baking more me thinks
Husk-Bar food. Husk is like Angel, he is eating junkie bar food to use the grease to curve his later hangover. Maybe not as much anymore, but its still there. Alastor does get on him, now more so in a place of concern for Husk's well being. Honestly probs better just making drinks but I can see Husk knowing how to work the kitchen too. Def the type to go to if you have the late night munchies since he knows how to make the most killer late night meals
Nifty-Sugar. Just. Pure. Sugar. She is the type to dump marshmallow fluff on a pizza its that insane. She knows how to cook, sure! And she can cook well with others, yes! Alone in the kitchen? Haha no. Your food is gonna somehow end up in lime jello and taste like you liked the bottom of Willy Wonka's boot. Just dont.
Sir Pentious-Probably doesnt really mind anything. As a snack he def has a more meat based diet which took some time to get used too. Probably likes more mild to bitter foods than anything else. Like the Brit he is, he is def drinking tea with everything. Probs also likes egg based dishes since some snakes do eat eggs. Probably mainly bird eggs, like quill or chicken. So egg bois are safe!
Lucifer-Dont think Luci has a pref. For a good long while it was just whatever he could find in the kitchen after staying locked up in his workshop for days on end. So bowls of dry cereal or pb&js to name a few. It took being forced out of his workshop by Alastor (and seeking therapy by Alastor and Charlie's request yeas later) that Lucifer started to eat more. Like his daughter he loves fruity sweets, and as a given likes pancakes. Probs makes killer cinnamon apple pancakes.
Vox-Probs cheating to say Alastor's cooking, but it is Alastor's cooking. Def has more of a spice tolerance than other Voxs hfdsjkf. Outside of that, probably any more homey foods. Or cheaper stuff like ramen since he never wanted to leave his room at V Towers. Def survived on energy drinks that tasted horribly sweet but kept him going at the tower too. You can imagine his utter joy when at the hotel when he just got to eat proper cooked food again, especially Alastor's
-⚔️ anon
Cinnamon apple for Charlie makes so much sense, she'd probably have begged to get that one cereal that claimed to be cinnamon apple but was kinda mid
All of this feels so incredibly canon and accurate, your MIND
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popstart · 4 months
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Hello. i humbly request courtney for the hc thing. also hi how are you
HII im doin good. Playing mario kart 7 and not writing a damn thing bc i got stuck. Lol
Sexuality Headcanon: LESBIAN. But tbqh a lot of straight ships with her are fun
Gender Headcanon: i dont care that much about gender headcanons really. Cis woman i guess idk loll. Lesbian gender😁
A ship I have with said character: using this space to talk about bridgeney. I LOVE BRIDGNEY. They care for eachother soo deeply.
A BROTP I have with said character: noah i cant lie LMMFOASG. FUCKED UP OK. They could be so fucked up. Also geoff theyre soooo sillyfun
A NOTP I have with said character: i dont think i vehemently hate a lot of ships. I LIED FUCK ALECOURTNEY. I dislike majority of alejandro ships in general though so if that doesnt count maybe trentney. Hes so boring for her and the vibes they exude together are rancid. Not because of the whole gwuncan cheating thing but just because i hate trent and his stupid emo bangs and guitar and boring personality and that seeps into courtney too much
A random headcanon: Courtney with parental issues is so sickeningly satisfying to me. Like her parents throwing a bunch of extracurriculars at her. Like becoming a cit, violin, singing, ballet. You know. Ive always assumed her parents instilled her want of becoming a lawyer as well, i mean come AWN her name is fucking courtney. Court. Like her parents have her whole life planned for her but she loves plans so she never challenges it. Until she does and has a midlife crisis as a 20 year old
General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HER. okay. She sits in my head so much that i dont even know what to say about her. Like she just lives in there forever
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sadclowncentral · 1 year
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I just started playing Skyrim!! On the switch so I can't mod it unfortunately :/ i wish I could adopt every child. Any tips, tricks, feelings, thoughts about Skyrim you wanna share? :)
okay let me preface this by saying that skyrim is the only game i have ever played in the last five years and the only game i need given the over 1000 hours i have logged on it its the game of all time. it is a source of endless joy. i haven't even finished the main story yet i have too much fun. so here is my skyrim advice from a person who plays it wrong but has the most fun doing just that:
1. THE AUTHOR IS DEAD. FUCK TODD
yes skyrim has a main story allegedly and a civil war subplot but you know what? if that's not what's your vibe right now feel free to ignore it. there is a lot of fun missions especially by the factions like the Thieves Guild or the Companions that can also take up a lot of your time. don't feel pressured. have a look around. kill some draugr. build a house.
2. SKYRIM IS AS IF BARBIE HAD A WEAPON
yes there is a lot to do in skyrim but you know what is the MOST fun? making soup. collecting books and furnishing your home. scouring for flowers and making potions. don't let the ever-present violence stop you from enjoying the fishing minigame. the world is your oyster. to me the game is always the most fun when I give my character a task that the quests don't have, like stealing every bottle of alcohol, collecting dwarves artefacts, and creating an extensive library. whatever floats your boat!!
3. MAYBE SKYRIM WAS THE FRIENDSHIP WE MADE ALONG THE WAY
while the game mechanics don't really enforce that point, skyrim is filled to the brim with NPCs with absolute insane requests and takes and I always do the best to honour them. somebody said something racist about elves and I am one? I am now building traps in the town square. somebody mentioned their love for books passing by? I am breaking into your house and putting them there. there might not be a quest in game but there is one in my heart. ESPECIALLY when it come to marrying someone has to take upmost priority. my loves pre-programmed wishes are my command.
4. DONT BE SCARED TO ASK FOR HELP
there is a lot of parts of skyrim that can be frustrating but a decade old community has circumvented them. increasing carry weight, optimising potion brewing, finding the stones of berenziah, locating that one fucking lever...people have been where you have been. you stand on shoulders of giants, and those giants are on Google! it's not cheating, it increasing your fun at the game!
5. DONT FORGET TO HAVE FUN AND BE YOURSELF
skyrim is a vast world and you can do whatever you want. if you want to complete the main quest or toss it aside to just maim bears for an hour, you get to do that! i play skyrim every rpg oriented and use it as a dollhouse but that doesn't have to be you. you are a free person. just don't forget to have fun!! and if you are bored or frustrated, just do something else. no try harding in MY skyrim community
6. THERE IS A TROLL ON THE ICE PLATEAU ON THE STAIRS TO HIGH HROTHGAR
do not get complacent while climbing the steps the fucker will kick your absolute ass.
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sapphroditewrites · 1 year
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Introduction Post!/DNI List
Hi, my name is aurora, im 24, and i have a full time job sooo unfortunately frequent fic updates/posts aren’t a guarantee. but i do love to write, and i find the time to do it when i can! My pronouns are she/her and I identify as a lesbian. i grew up in south jersey and i live in philly now, so i curse like a sailor. my zodiac sun is capricorn, my moon is leo, my rising is virgo (for all u astrology hoes out there) and im INFP if that means anything to u (i dont understand it at all)
im part of the unholy trinity of bishova, we come up with silly little fic ideas that turn into full-length novels together. they’re the reason i write, and i lov them a lot. u should follow them (functionally-medicated and laurie-bishop) on here, if u want the full experience. if anything ever happened to them or if anybody ever hurt them emotionally or physically i would hunt that person down in a completely feral state, unaware of my surroundings or actions, and what follows is not for me to say or take blame for.
Here’s some links:
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-terfs and maps/p*dos and other similar degenerates stay far the fuck away. i am not above publicly shaming you, and i am really really good at swinging and hitting low. i will bring up ur dead relative and im going to talk abt fucking ur mom. if ur mom is dead ill talk abt fucking ur dad. i dont care.
-lemme reiterate, TERFS are NOT ALLOWED. i specifically hate you so deeply, so intensely, my breasts ache with rage at the thought of being able to verbally or physically smack one of you bitches into the dirt. on this blog we respect the FUCK out of pronouns and gender identity and if u can’t vibe with that i genuinely think u are actual garbage, u are subhuman to me, if god asked me to recreate the caste system you would be at the bottom and i would get off to watching you suffer.
-i am once again repeating dead dove accounts stay far away from me. i dont go out of my way to be a bitch to you directly, so i am just asking you do the same for me. i do think we can hate each other and co-exist, unlike me and the terfs. 
(random shit about me below the cut line. im sorry, it’s best u just find out i am literally insane right off the bat)
i work at a small coffee shop that’s also a chocolate/ice cream store (i will not be writing a coffee shop au, unless it’s for one of the unholy trinity or someone who has a plot idea that will make me overlook writing my job in fanfic). i do actually think i am the hottest person in the room most of the time, and the funniest at least half of the time.
My hobbies include complaining, playing ps4 or my nintendo switch (please tell me if u play ACNH, i had to get a new switch and my whole ass island was deleted. i need some fucking iron nuggets please im begging on my knees), and playing chess on chess dot com. (yes, im single, thank u for asking). i can play a weird variety of instruments but not well. I rewatch glee every other month, and twilight every month. i can recite the entire first 20-30 mins of the emperor’s new groove from memory, and also most of yzma’s lines. i have a lot of love for satire and adult cartoons, meaning i will unironically defend south park (but my favorite adult cartoons are bob’s burgers, king of the hill, and futurama) my favorite color is pink, my favorite singers are Amy Winehouse & Taylor Swift (and i could write an entire essay on their lyrical geniuses, musical styles, and what songs of theirs i think go together perfectly). my favorite food is potatoes, my favorite animals are bears (specifically the spectacled bear), and my favorite flowers are pink japanese camellias. now you know the most intimate details of my personality. holy shit are you still reading. bro i just put this here because i thought it would be funny. i ddin’t even think someone would read this post. damn u must really wanna know abt me huh. ok well my favorite alcoholic drink is some goddamn jim beam bourbon or whiskey over a lot of ice. close second is jack and coke. i’m on antipsychotics so i can’t get drunk often, and when i do it’s after 2 drinks. i can’t take nyquil because it aggravates my mental issues. i am allergic to pollen, tree nuts, and literal spiders and mosquitoes (their bites give me rashes that look like im dying of some rare disease). i have 8 tattoos. i do 2000 crunches a day. i can hold a plank for 2 mins and 33 seconds. (learning margot robbie can do this for 4 mins has awakened something very competitive in me). i can hold the flex arm hang for so long i get bored and have to stop. holy shit dude ur still reading? jesus chirst. i can read tarot cards. i can read runestones. i’ve had the same nightmare/dream since i was 7, in different angles / places / scenarios, but always the same universe. i read wiki articles for fun and it’s not even about cool things like ww1 or the geneva convention. i have 2 older brothers that i love. we are the same people. my mom is my favorite person. she is why my brothers and i are Like That. my stepdad gave me good taste in film and women. my stepmom’s life is more interesting than mine or yours ever will be. my dad is slowly becoming a swifty, but he’s also unfortunately starting to fall down the right-wing pipeline and it’s a mega fucking bummer dude. thanks, joe rogan. i can do a not good kermit the frog impression but by god will i keep doing it. if im not in film for writing or directing then im going for acting bc at the end of the day at least im cute and funny. i am fully convinced i could kick ben shapiro’s ass. i am also fully convinced i could kick joe rogan’s ass. i play chess so that if i am for whatever reason challenged by andrew tate, i can humiliate him and make him fucking weep. and i also just like it and have been playing it my entire life. i am a certified pothead and stoner, and i vibe heaviest w the sober ppl at parties. speaking of parties and bars, i am the drunk white girl in the bathroom that tells you you look beautiful, sometimes while sobbing. speaking of sobbing, i cry really easily watching movies and tv shows, and i have gotten really good at holding it back just enough so i get that cheryl blossom style single tear down the cheek for a bit. i can cry on command, and my form of self-defense is barking (and now ppl are starting to do it on tiktok so it feels less original but it also feels good knowing that it’s so fucking effective) ok dam if u really read all this ur fucking nuts dude kudos to u tho. i am literally actually insane though fr fr like not in a cute way literally in a ‘what is wrong with u’ way. lots of things is the answer. 
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cherryatombomb · 1 year
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requests: do's and don't's
i've been getting a few more requests over the past few days (which is a-okay keep 'em coming :]]) and i thought id just make a list of what im willing to write!!
ships: soap/ghost, alejandro/rodolfo, gaz/alex, farah/alex. also willing to write keegan/logan from cod: ghosts!
i dont just write ship content! im content writing found family dynamic with the 141 and such, i think thatd be super fun to explore, so if you have any ideas, id be more than happy to do so :]
firm no's: i won't be writing anything like s/a, nor will i be writing suicide or self-harm. these are immediate no's, requests will be deleted if requesting these. i wont write major character death, either, or hurt no comfort - i just cant do that haha. i wont write cheating, either, or anything "illegal" (in the sense of things involving minors - requests will be deleted on sight if you request anything like this).
depending on vibe: i will end up writing stuff that falls under here, it will just depend on mood! things like graphic depictions of violence, hurt/comfort that teeters on the hurt over comfort, things like torture scenes, etc
yes, absolutely: i love a good romcom style idea, so if you have anything like this, im more then happy too! hurt/comfort with a focus on the comfort, fluff, i love aus so much as they have so much potential!!
i will most likely be updating this later, so keep an eye on it if you want!! im open to messages to talk abt cod, or talkin thru asks! if you have anything that doesnt fall on this list, feel free to simply ask if id be up for writing it - the worst id say is no!
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sleepy-dreamers-inc · 3 years
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Going to School with Ranboo!|| 📌
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[i was going to answer this but i was a big dummy dum dum and accidentally deleted the ask bUT I REMEMBERED YOU DEAR ANON]
irl / in-game
Genre| fluff and (minor) angst
h e a d-c a n n o n s||
Sypnosis|
You and Ranboo go to school together, so have some scenarios and thoughts about it!!
Artist| grapeichie on twitter!!
warnings| bullying, stress, swearing
Note: you are a streamer in this!! You are also in the SMP!
optional platonic or romantic!!
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- so going to school with Ranboo is both amazing and weird. You two have tons of stories of the dumb shit that happened there.
- Nobody will ever find Y/N and Ranboo far apart, even if you guys dont share classes one of you will randomly appear and at this point no one questions it
- Both of you meeting up at eachothers classroom/locker to walk together to your next destination
- Both of you helping eachother with schoolwork, Ranboo would totally tutor you in any subject you struggle with. Both of you go to his house but you two end up getting bored, so he does a Facecam stream with you in the background vibing. (It was so much fun)
- You guys are both the teacher’s favorites and least favorites. You both add so much life to the school but thats the exact problem.
- Y/N: haha look at that high waisted man he got feminine hips!!
Ranboo: NOOOO THATS THE THING HE’S SENSITIVE ABOUT
That Poor Teacher:
- I can totally imagine some kids in your school being invested in the SMP and both of you just nervously sweat in the background. Bonus points if ya’ll’s friends are into it so its just absolute panic
- You trying to help him not be awkward, especially when it comes to talking to new people. I can totally see like a new girl trying to talk to him and he just panics, so you have to step in and explain and help the poor boy out.
- You two are like,, inseparable. Like literally rarely does anyone see you guys apart. So this kinda urks some people who have crushes on him, or literally just your stereotypical bully.
- So one day while you we’re grabbing things for your next class, someone slammed against the locker next to yours, slamming yours shut in the process.
“Well well well, if it isnt the clingy one. Im surprised your not with that dork, you two practically don’t function without the other.” The guy snickered, leaning forward directly in Y/N’s face.
“And how is that any of your concern? And why does it matter?” Y/N said, standing straight up staring at the guy. “Because your fucking pathetic, thats why. Your useless without him and both of us know it.” He spat, pushing Y/N to the floor with a thud, they’re books crashing to the ground around them. Snickers could be heard from around them, as well as gasps and ‘oh-no’s’.
“Awww whatcha gonna do now, freak? You gonna go cry to that loser? Because i have a better idea. Your gonna shut up, and if not, he gets hurt.” The boy said, picking Y/N up by the collar of they’re shirt, and soon slamming them back into the lockers. All he did was laugh and walk away, muttering “pathetic, good for nothing freak.”
- You went home by yourself that day, usually Ranboo walks you home so you two can hangout, but you were nowhere to be seen. This went on for 2 weeks, and you practically avoided him at all costs, not wanting him to get hurt.
- But when he walked into school one day and saw Y/N being harassed by a group of people, he surely wasn’t the one hurt.
“Awww, cant move?” One said, twisting Y/N’s wrist even more, bruising they’re arm as they whimpered in pain. “Awww i think they’re gonna cry!!” Someone else chimmed in, one girl quickly said “better take a picture of this before the moments gone.” As she giggled, snapping a photo of you in the middle of being bullied.
“Delete it, and leave.” Ranboo said, looking down at the three who were currently tormenting you. You looked so sad yet happy, but you knew what was about to happen. “I thought i fucking told you not to tell him, guess your getting it.” The guy said, kicking your stomach and slamming you against the lockers.
You never in your wildest dreams expected Ranboo to punch someone, he was so sweet and charismatic, very passive and neutral. But now, your bully laid on the floor, a bloody nose, and Ranboo towering over him. “Dont. Touch. Them.” Ranboo snarled, leaning down and looking at the bully directly in the eyes.
- A fight soon broke out, leaving one guy with a black eye, bloody nose and a bruised arm and shoulder. Ranboo got suspended, but you left with him, not wanting to be at school and instead with him.
- While walking home he stopped, pulled off his white and black hoodie, put it on you, and soon enveloped you in a hug. Y/N return the favor, and all he said shakily was ‘i love you’
- God no one ever fucked with Y/N again everyone was scared spineless
- The entire SMP had a ‘bruh’ moment when you two told them. Of course Techno was very happy about Ranboo beating some kids up.
- But like back to happy stuff,,
- Kahoot? Idk if you guys play it in school but i do, and both you and Ranboo are such a power duo in Kahoot games
- Trading each others lunch because thats what duo’s like you two do, share with the homies
- Both of you being referees in sports because if other wise someone is going to accidentally get hurt
- You having to walk Ranboo to the nurses office after he got hit in the face with a basketball.
- The librarian does not like the fact you two cannot be quiet. You both are constantly cracking up and can never keep it down
- I know for a FACT one of you got your hands on the teacher’s computer, and i know one of you are playing memes during class while your Teacher is screeching
- All your teachers think both of you are cheating because you have synced brains and get every single answer the exact. same.
- Pulling some kind of huge end of the year prank
- Both of you speaking in zoomer language and not even your classmates have any idea what your saying
- I can see both of you accidentally writing/typing ‘pog’ into a essay/class assignment and your teacher being VERY confused
- Blasting fan-made songs about both of your guys characters and everyone liking them, and both of you are just giggling and smiling because they dont know
- Your friend group see you two doing something and they’re just like “ah shit, here we go again”
- Both of you going to school events only to ensue chaos and be idiots
- On the first day one of you getting lost and the other having to go fetch the other one
- Both of you crashing at the others house to study but it probably didnt go well
- You two are honestly just encased in your own little shared bubble, just vibing and being yourselves
- i feel like this is going on forever and most of it was just angst so I’ll go ahead and cut this off lol
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a/n: TWO UPLOADS IN ONE DAY??? CALL ME GO-
Okay but in all seriousness i hope this was not total shit and actually pleasant to read. Idk i just feel like this bad
Anyways I promise I’ll get to working on pt. 2 of dad wilbur but i have some other requests i need to work on. But in the meantime simp for Ranboo and Wilbur okay bye
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sushi-guro · 2 years
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HELLO im new to yout blog and i know you totally can tell- so... i see your request are open and maybe can i request a ryomen sukuna playlist? Im feelin like an enemie to lover with a thicc sexual tension with a badass fighting scene vibe with someone that just as strong as him ya feel?? THANK YOUU!!
OH and i kinda wanna share some song that reminds me of JJK characters I hope you don't mind tho, i think you hear some of this song but if you dont maybe you could like hear them if yoh have the ofc<3:
1. Focus - H.E.R. | NANAMI KENTO
the way Nanami Kento be working 24/7 type of vibes ya feel? and got none of that time for me, got fed up, he came home from work in his shirt and messy tie, hair is a mess, sit him down on a chair,  turn on the RED LED LIGHTS and dance for him ya know?
2. No Idea - Don Toliver | GOJO SATORU
IDK if this is just me but I can just see gojo satoru being so cocky and just like push back his hair while walking and just like smirking at a none existent camera, the damn guy if feeling himself and he knows that he is FINE.
3. You Right - Doja Cat | FUSHIGURO TOJI
don't laugh but this song gives me cheating vibes like- you're a singer in a club ya know like there's sexy dancers and all that, yes. Toji is like Idk let's say a bodyguard? yall know each other for quite a long and yall start catching feelings, them sexual tension is THICCC. but you have a boyfriend and them boom this song
4. like I need you - Keshi | GETO SUGURU or GOJO SATORU
imagine them fwb with you and fall in love. But then you're like "I think we should stop", yall stop but the boys are far too deep on their feelings and not able to move on from you. they're like insecure and just like thinking about "does she go out with another man?", like sitting on the bed, it's gloomy, raining, both hands holding their head while debating to call you or not, but I bet gojo would drunk call you tho lowkey. sad boy vibes <\3
omg i love when people interact with me like this! I might cry istg. ANYWAYSS YOUR MUSIC TASTE??? HELLO???? YESSSS EVERY SONG FITS THAT VIBE JUST PERFECTLY! The first one tho, shit, that felt so intimate to listen to after reading your scenario about nanami, I almost blushed LMAO and yes Gojo is one pretentious douchebag with a big heart he just likes to hide and we also love him for that <3 I was on a break from this profile but honestly the vibes from this inbox were so good I'm just gonna work on your request and try to be as active as before! Stay tuned cause I might open requests for non-anime fandoms too! Hope you have a nice day\night wherever you are <3
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ooffies · 3 years
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ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ, ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴍᴜʀᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛ
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Anon asked: hi!! this is my first time doing an ask- i LOVE youre writing sm and i enjoy everything you make ^^ so i was wondering if you could do hcs for Izuku, Bakugo, Tamaki, and Shigaraki with an s/o who does digital art, but they're kinda self conscious about it cuz they think their art is bad- And like- the characters didnt realize how good their s/o is until they look at an art piece that was left on the screen of the s/o's tablet/computer while they were away from it and are just FUCKING AMAZED- and are just "Why didn't you tell me you were this good-" and maybe even request a piece from them-
Hopefully that made sense- if you dont have time to do it or anything, thats absolutely fine! Anyway- i hope you have a great day/night! Stay hydrated <3
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Izuku, Bakugou, Tamaki, Tomura x gn!reader (separate)
A/n: Ahhhh thank you so much anon that's so sweet of you to say! This is my first time writing for bnha so it might not be great but I still hope you like it! :)
A special thanks to @raes-ramblings for editing this!
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❁Izuku❁
Izuku was already aware that you liked drawing
Sometimes you’d show him a quick sketch or two
He’d still encourage you and be your #1 supporter when it comes your art, even though he’s barely seen it
It happened on regular day, classes were over and all the students were settling down and relaxing
You had asked Izuku to go grab your sweater from your room because you were to lazy to get up from the comfortable and very cozy couch in the commons
Once he finished rummaging through your closet  and was about to head out he noticed you left your computer on so he went to turn it off for you
Once he saw your art on the screen his eyes went as wide as saucers do to shock and awe
He was absolutely enticed by the art on the screen
Runs down the common room to gush to you about how amazing he thinks your art is.
He still is very much your #1 supporter and will always shower you with compliments 
❁Bakugou❁
He definitely knew you drew but that’s all he really knows since you never do it in front of him or show him your art
He doesn’t ask about it either because once again he barely knows about it
It was a Friday evening when it happened
You were in your dorm peacefully drawing as you listened to music/podcast or watching a video/show/movie
Without a warning (or even a knock) your door burst open, almost breaking off the hinges
There stood in the doorway was the culprit of your almost broken door, looking at the your poor door and checking to see if broke (because he didn’t want to face the wrath of Aizawa)
He began to stomp towards you but stopped in tracks once he saw your computer screen
He looked at it for a few seconds, his eyes squinting a bit as he was processing the beautiful drawing on the screen
“HUH YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT DRAWING!?!?!”
“WHAT DO YOU “ACTUALLY GOOD” WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!?!”
“WELL YOU NEVER SHOWED OR TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR DRAWINGS SO I LOWKEY ASSUMED YOU SUC- *AHEM* WEREN'T GOOD AT IT”
“BAKUGOU KATSUKI I’M GONNA PUNCH THE YOUR FACE IN”
After a few minutes of silly arguing and someone down the hall yelling shut up, he began throw out the compliments and praise
He may not be a super vocal supporter like Izuku but he still is your #1 support 
He’ll just chill with you while you draw, you two just vibe together 
He will always ask to see your new art no matter what, he’ll even ask if you ever finished that piece, ect.
❁Tamaki❁
He definitely knew that you drew but didn’t say/ask much since he knew you are self conscious about 
He definitely still supports you saying even though he’s never seen it he sure it’s gorgeous 
It happened very casually compared to the others
It was just a regular day and you two were chilling in your dorm room. You decided to watch some youtube and you pulled out your computer.
Little did you know, you had your program open.
You panicked and moved to slam your laptop shut, but before you could he grabbed your hand gently
“W-wait, that was so cool! I didn’t know you could draw like that!!” 
You started to blush and stutter and he started to do the same after his sudden burst of confidence came to an end 
You both started laughing in the amidst the embarrassment 
After that he became someone you were very comfortable sharing your art with
He also starts to ask you about it and what you’ve been working on
You two will hangout in you're room and relax together while you draw
❁Tomura❁
Didn’t know that you can draw at all
So you’d often go draw in your room for hours on end he got a bit annoyed
He didn’t know what you were doing in there and it bothered him
You could be taking an insane amount of naps, you could be taking a super long bath, you could be playing video games,...... you…… you could be cheating on him……..?
He got up and began rushing to your room, his mind still wondering down the cheating rabbit hole
He slams the door open causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream and throw you pen across the room
“OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU THAT ARE YOU OKAY?” you asked, you throat still recovering from your scream
He looked at the pen on the ground to the computer screen then to the pen again
You got up from your seat and walkover to him, placing your hand on his arm and rubbing it soothingly
“Tomura babe what’s wrong you’re worrying me” 
“Oh you were just drawing” he said slowly wrapping his arms around you
“Oh y-yeah I was ahaha…..” you said with a nervous chuckle cause it just hit you that he SAW your art
“It’s really good”
He supports your art and always compliments you whenever you show him a new piece, he’s someone you’ve become comfortable sharing your art with
He was also super excited when he saw your artist glove (if you have one) because it looked like his quirk cancelling glove. He’ll hold up one of his hands to yours and say “Look we’re matching” with big, stupid, goofy grin 
But you never truly learned what was bothering him that day and it still kinda bugs ya
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hes-writer · 4 years
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Reign (3)
Summary: harry sees something he's supposed to have
Warnings:  angst in the beginning, angst in the middle, angst near the end
Word Count: 4881 words
A/N: @devilinbetweenthesheet-s : dont cheat and don’t do drugs, kids
Tarnish (1)  .  Halo (2)  . Reign (3) . Trial (4) .
Errors (5) . Ruin (6) . Crumble (7)
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A writer that cannot write is dead.
When one loses the ability to tell their stories and anecdotes through the mere action of swirling words together to create an imaginable atmosphere of real-world fantasy; they are dead. A writer recovering from the mundane and mediocre way of penning experiences to bounce back into what they used to be is difficult. It is easier to free fall and drown in the depths of despair. The moment thoughts and rumination fog up to form a blurry image of conviction is a warning sign, blaring at the back of their minds and sometimes even in their faces.
Harry is a writer--or, he was. Picking up the pen to style the words lingering in his head used to be as easy as blinking; quick and natural. Now, the words claw at the swell of his throat, trying to spit an adjective to describe the way he felt. It was at the tip of his tongue, waiting to be lathed into existence. It did not matter if his cognition was mingled with various chemicals aimed to be able to feel happiness.
He was sober but he had trouble placing his finger on why it was so strenuous to narrate his feelings throughout the breakup. Being high or drunk was never the answer for him. Weed made him tired and made him have a case of cottonmouth. Harry learned from a young age that he should only ever engage with alcohol if he was in a mindset and setting that catered to increase existing good vibes. He thought that maybe he was in an odd phase of perceiving the opposite, and so he intoxicated himself enough to understand that it didn’t matter if he was soaked head-to-toe in sobriety or whizzed out of his mind by the amber liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. But that wasn’t the circumstance. It also didn’t matter if he was grasping his favourite pen to write--because it was comfortable--or tapping his calloused thumbs against his phone keypad. Hell, it didn’t make a difference when he sat down and prepared his typewriter to indulge in a headspace of vintage songwriting. Maybe that would help.
It didn’t.
He had stories to tell. Everything was laid out in misty overcast yet Harry’s great ideas morphed into gentle mistakes, harsh mistakes and discoveries that had him almost ripping his hair out of the roots of his scalp. When he felt the wave of his ocean-thoughts rise and peek where the sand shifted, his fingers were ready to move and discern for the eyes to see. But with each fritter, he couldn’t seem to get even two paragraphs in to decide that it was utter shit.
Harry was old enough to understand that slumping on the wet sand was a part of life. Sometimes picking up a fistful of grains and throwing them back to the sea was a great way to release frustration. But it seemed like this plunge of his ability to write was a hole of quicksand. He was trying his hardest to displace himself as swiftly as possible but it only made his scenario worse. The muddy sand clung unto his legs like sticky glue, heftier with each effort to leave. He wanted to move on. He wanted to forget everything that occurred in the past four years. Harry wanted to erase Y/N from his life because she wasn’t around anymore to bring those memories back to sparkly existence.
What he needed to do was nestle himself into a certain depth, calmly, in order to pull a limb out and ensure that his progress on the so-called ‘moving on’ did not have any drawbacks. Until then, he cannot possibly create songs that he was well-known for if he wasn’t patient enough.
He wanted so badly to tell his side of the story. Harry craved to think as clearly as he did when he told Y/N about his plan for their future. Admitting to his feelings was a hard route. Sure, he can be vulnerable but it took a great deal of convincing on his part to immerse himself in the deepest parts of his brain to understand why he felt the way he did. He usually had the means of songwriting to help him out but that obviously wasn’t working out that good for him.
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Harry was packing the rest of Y/N’s things in boxes to be picked up later in the afternoon. He was annoyed at first at how she depended on him to fold her clothes properly instead of doing the bundle of the work herself. But he guessed that she didn’t want to be around him for longer than she had to. To be frank, he also did not want to indulge in what might turn into an argument if they spoke about the reason for their breakup. It was just a bit confusing because he had an urge to still want her around despite their less than likely situation.
Torture. If Harry had one chance to describe the way he felt right now; it was torture. With every nook of Y/N’s side of the closet emptying into brown, cardboard boxes--he physically how much she had integrated her life with his. How much space she took up in his life. How his clothes and her clothes were so interchanged between them that he couldn’t decide if the gray pull-over was actually his or hers. And in a moment of selfishness did he tuck it away for his safe-keeping despite seeing the tag imprinted on the inside; a shop that he hadn’t set foot in so it was a guarantee that it was hers.
Her scent embedded in the thin threads of each fabric wafted to his nose; each with a new wave of memories engulfing his senses as if each piece garnered a specific scent tailored to a specific event. Like her sunflower sundress--it smelled of fresh flowers as if the print was a scratch and sniff that released a fragrance. Or their DIY-ed tie-dye shirt of pastel blue and cotton candy pink. It was a matching piece made out of the cheap dye and a simple white tee but it was theirs. Things like these made Harry want to yell in frustration because every time he thought that he was completely over her-- Y/N appears out of visibly nowhere and towers over him.
Seeing her for the first time in days was a breath of relief. She looked fine. Glowing even, and Harry did not know what to make of it. As sadistic as it sounded, he was expecting dry-stained tears and a birds’ nest of hair trampling her head. Instead, Y/N was dressed for comfort in her baggy jeans and an even looser sweater covering her body. Her lips were drawn in a thin line, giving him a nod in greeting as he gestured to the boxes littering the floor.
Harry offered to help--it was the least he could do. And somehow, silence protruded from the tense atmosphere, begging to be cut by a knife yielded through their voices nipping at each others’ emotions.
“Let go of my damn hand,” Y/N stated, her hard stare could turn Harry into stone. He just wanted her to listen before she left.
He shook his head in denial of her request, tightening his grip further. “No. Listen to me, Y/N,”
“What do you possibly have to say that will change anything between us?”
And maybe it was her fault for assuming that he wanted to fix things. The sliver of hope thinly dressed behind closed lids enabled her to think that maybe he was going to say that he wanted to make things work again. That he had broken up with Camille and he realized what a stupid he had done throwing away everything they built up to for the past four years for an affair that couldn’t quench the thirst of his desire to have a family.
Harry sighed, a shadow of mischievous smirk painted on his lips. But maybe it was Y/N’s sight in deception because she could never see Harry as anything other than sweet and kind Harry incapable of hurting a fly.
“What? I don’t intend to. We’re broken. We’re beyond fixing,”
The hitch in her breath was as sharp as the stare he was searing her with. Forcing her to please understand that this would be their last conversation--if time and fate were on their side. “You’re not something I would take the time to handle,”
“Stop saying shit you don’t mean, Harry” Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. His macho act was barely an act and more like a stage curtain easily pushed with a flick of a wrist.
“Things I don’t mean?”
“You heard me,” She crossed her arms over his chest in defence, leaning against the closed trunk. “Say what you will but our love was real. Don’t make me seem like I’m crazy. Don’t tell me that I’m a mistake,�� Her voice was filled with confidence because she knew the affection that Harry diffused.
The cradles of his palm at the small of her back when they had to walk past a crowd. The subtle graze of the back of his fingers caressing the bare skin of her arm. Kisses pressed to her temple as she read a novel and swirling fingertips twirling her hair. These were acts of love that happened nearly every day in their relationship. A routine that felt different if it wasn’t done to or with each other.
Exasperatedly, Harry felt the same itching crawling up his spine. His ego ballooning into a delicate size and one more word from Y/N’s lush lips would have him on his hands and knees, begging for her back.
“This, us, was a fuckin’ mistake,” Harry’s accent thunked heavily in her cochlea, practically spitting the words out of his mouth as if they were poisonous. Ringed fingers gesticulated the space between them to emphasize how much of a misunderstanding they truly were. “I should’ve known the second things went further than planned,”
Y/N felt her heart drop to her full stomach. The feeling so nauseating that she instinctively palmed her belly over the fabric to protect her little baby from his harsh words. Even though they weren’t directed towards anyone but Y/N. She didn’t think that their unborn child deserved scrutiny from their own father.
“You don’t mean that, Harry.”
Because how could he? Not when he emulated sincerity through his syrupy voice. Not when he spent hours loving on her tummy and spoke to it like he would if she were pregnant. Especially not when every kiss from him felt like a buzz of electricity coursing through her veins because he was the main distributor of her happiness.
Harry truly was an asshole for making her hope and wonder of what the future held when he was unsure himself. He did want a family. That was a statement in all its truthfulness. What he wasn’t sure about was if he wanted a family with Y/N. He could have a family; kids of his own in his own time. But Y/N didn’t have to necessarily be the mother. So was he besotted with the concept of family and marriage regardless of who it was with?
“But I do,”
The rain started drizzling in frequent spurts, planting a fat droplet on her cheek that could be argued as a tear escaping Y/N’s eye. It hurt a lot to hear that from him. The man of her dreams blatantly denying each sugary word because his plans had changed.
“You’re a goddamn mistake is what you are,’
“Why are you. . .saying all these things to me? Are you trying to hurt me?” The shakiness of Y/N’s tone had Harry swallowing his words down his strep throat.
He shook his head in disagreement, “No, I’m not. ‘M just tryna make you see my side. So you can understand,” His head dipped to the side, softening his tone yet stern as though he was speaking to a child.
And that was one of the reasons why Y/N didn’t believe his all-too stoic demeanour about her. Harry was great at making others see his side regardless of how much in the wrong he was.
So why was he struggling?
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Needless to say, he wasn’t very respectful towards Y/N any other time afterwards. He had unblocked her number months after blocking it at one point and demanded answers that he didn’t have the right to know. In retrospect, Harry was embarrassed by the way he acted. He did cheat on her and suddenly he was a saint because she moved on quicker than he thought she would? Unbelievable.
In his defence, the night he became the drunk caller was the same night he fought with Camille about having children; having a family they can call their own. Ever since that discussion did Harry notice a dispatch in their relationship. It was like they were aware of a missing link that had disappeared in their connection, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to bring it up. Harry supposed that now that Camille knew what he wanted (and vice versa)--she was feeling the pressure of giving in to him. Don’t get him wrong, Harry absolutely wanted a family and he thought that Camille was the right partner to build it with. However, he couldn’t help the voice at the back of his mind slyly whispering that he had forced her to give him what he wanted for the sake of saving their failing relationship.
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It had been two and a half years since he mildly and miserably accepted that his dream family was being erased like a pencil on paper.
The first year; Harry still clung to the obscure hope that Camille might change her mind of having kids. Many fights sprouted between the two of them concluding in them sleeping at different places for weeks on end until they eventually crawled back to each other like an invisible string. The second-year; Harry brought up the idea of adoption. It was a hard choice for him as he desperately wanted kids of his own. A boy that looked like him and his love or a little girl that smiled at him with deep dimples mirroring his own.
And Harry liked to think that he was just on the edge of convincing Camille to consider the option when his tour was scheduled a few months after. A new dealbreaker was that Harry wasn’t going to be around much to watch and nurture the little bub they might’ve adopted. It was a sudden intrusion to think about since Harry was good with kids. He knew that. That was why he had three godchildren of his own. But what hit him the most was how sure Camille sounded when she yelled at him about leaving for months at a time and returning for a bit, only to leave again. Now, Harry hadn’t considered that part. But surely he will be ready to choose between a family and his career, right? When the time comes, he thought.
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It pained Harry to admit that his relationship with Camille was dwindling down the drain. The knowledge that there was no future--the one that Harry envisioned--for them was getting more and more real each passing day. 
A late-night grocery trip was one of the many examples that had Harry rethinking his actions for the past couple of years. It was the time period where night owls arose and barely any customers littered the aisles. Still, Harry made sure to keep his hoodie up to shield his face.
Camille had an early flight to Milan in just a few hours later that day and she wanted to purchase some things to bring with her; in case they weren’t available in the country. So here they were at three in the morning.
As Camille walked ahead of him in her sweatpants and a plain tee, Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker to the clothing section to his right The first-floor space was decorated with pastel blues and pinks; a stroller was displayed with a price would not make a dent in Harry’s bank account.
“‘M just gonna grab somethin’ over here, Cam,” Harry muttered as he pointed a thumb behind him. She nodded, “Meet me at the produce? Need to get you some fruits,”
Harry felt guilt thudding his chest because although he was losing feelings he thought were written in stone, Camille appeared to care for him the same way she always had.
He walked to the brightly lit area, puffing his cheek as a cute onesie caught his eye, “You’re so golden” with the word ‘golden’ printed in a shiny, yellow glimmer. He smiled at the thought of baby angel cooing at him as he tickled her tummy. Harry passed by the shoes next, picking up a pair barely the size of his palm. His mind flashed back to a conversation with Y/N years ago,
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“I’m just saying,” Y/N took a bite of a pickle she held on her left hand, “Baby shoes have no business being that expensive,”
Harry chuckled from his place across the counter, “Babies need shoes too, love,’
She grabbed her fork and stabbed a piece of strawberry from her bowl, “I didn’t say the don’t need shoes. For tiny things, they could at least be a bit cheaper,”
Harry watched as she munched on a pickle on her left and took a bite of a strawberry on the other. His tongue poked out in a gag at the odd combination, resorting in glare and a huff from Y/N.
“You should try it instead of judging me,’
“No, thank you. Watching you eat it is enough for me,’
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Harry craned his head at each aisle, hoping to find Camille and to distract himself from the endless Y/N related thoughts that somehow returned to his brain. He needed his girlfriend to remind him that he cannot just knock on Y/N’s door and ask her about the baby she has. If he could hold them for a bit because his baby fever was through the roof.
Locating the produce section, Harry whistled mindlessly as he searched for a blonde head of hair, failing to notice that there was a basket in front of his feet. He had kicked it, jolting him out of his thoughts in a hurry.
A man with brown hair sporting an outfit similar to his (sweats and a hoodie), chuckled at him as Harry leaned down to retrieve the gray basket filled with a jar of pickles.
“Sorry man,” Harry muttered, holding the handles up for the man to carry.
“It’s alright, it happens,” The guy had not seen his face yet, too busy inspecting the carton of strawberries.
He decided to continue the conversation, “Strawberries and pickles? Odd combo, huh,” Harry was briefly reminded of Y/N’s obsession with the two rival products.
“Yeah, m’lady loves ‘em. Had a craving in the middle of the night. She’s in the car right now with our lil bubba,”
Harry’s heart fluttered at the mention of a baby. He needed to get his rails in check. He cannot keep having his heart bursting with adoration at the mere mention of a baby.
“I’m Connor,” He said, finally facing Harry after choosing the best carton.
“I'm--,”
“Harry!” Both men turned their heads towards Camille carrying a basket full fruits and green veggies, “Got you some stuff to blend for your smoothies,”
Connor squinted his eyes at the couple and Harry internally screamed because he knew that he and Camille had been recognized. “Harry. Yeah, I know you,” The sudden hostility made Harry confused as Connor grasped his basket from him in a harsh manner, heading towards the checkout.
The rest of the time inside the store was filled with curiosities as Harry carried the paper bags towards the car, barely recognizing Connor’s figure heading towards his own vehicle. Luckily, Harry has parked only a few slots away and could inconspicuously watch Connor and his so-called ‘lady’.
Except, Camille was ushering him to hurry up as she still had a few things to pack at home.
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On most days, Harry was used to waking up alone. Used to feeling the shiver crawling up his side, used to seeing the indent left by Camille’s body instead of her. He had grown familiar with the sudden cast of loneliness blanketing him thicker than the duvet on top of his body.
The early morning trip to the store had tired him out, paired with the overthinking of the man named ‘Connor’ that flipped his attitude towards him quicker than he could kick the grey basket with his feet. He flopped back to the mattress after washing his face and brushing his teeth. It was noon when he jolted out of bed again at the sound of his front door opening, voices filling the empty space that had Harry running towards the foyer in case there was an intruder.
His tense shoulders sagged in relief when he caught sight of his mum and Gemma, “Oh, s’just you guys,”
Both women looked up at him at the top of the stairs, “You forgot we were coming over for the weekend, didn’t you?” Gemma teased as she headed to the living room. Harry followed, walking down the stairs.
He scratched the nape of his neck nervously, “No. . . “
“Can you help me reach this, H?” Anne called out from the kitchen.
His mum gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Yes, you did, by the way. Slept through the whole morning. Good thing Camille let us in before she left,”
At the sound of a bag crumpling and squeals echoing the hollow house, Harry scrunched his nose in curiosity, briskly walking where Gemm was currently holding up tiny baby clothes in front of her. “Who’s that for?” He thought of any possible friends that had had a baby recently but couldn’t recall any.
She immediately stuffed the clothing into the bag, nervously placing a hand on her chest, “Gosh, Harry, you scared me,” Her brows went high on her forehead in alarm, sharing a look with her mum trailing behind Harry.
“Well? Did I miss something?”
“Oh, it’s for one of my friends,”
Harry contemplated on his next words, “D-did you know that Y/N had a baby?” It couldn’t be right if his sister and mum knew about his exes baby and not him, right? That’s just plain odd to still be in touch with an ex's family. His brows furrowed in suspicion as both of them declined his question.
“What? Nooo,”
Awkward silence filtered through the air as Anne sipped water from her mug and Harry was slowly putting the pieces together. Gemme dove to the centre of the couch where her phone was when it rang suddenly, surprising all three of them. Harry was quicker, eyeing his mum and sister and inspecting the emoji substituting as a name before sliding his thumb to answer it.
"Hey, Gems! Are you coming to the park? We're waiting for you,”
Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach just as the phone nearly slipped from his clutch. That voice. He could recognize it from everywhere having spent nearly every morning for the four years that they were together hearing it lulling him out of sleep. It was Y/N’s voice calling his sister who was looking extremely anxious.
He tapped on the ‘mute’ button, “What does she mean ‘we’?”
“Nothing! Give me my phone back,” Gemma tried to reach for the device but Harry held it high beyond her reach.
“I saw the picture you sent me. I told you that you and Anne didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry felt dizzy. “Connor and I got some things a few weeks ago. But that skirt is so adorable!”
One part of him was glad to hear her voice. In fact, Harry found himself smiling too, despite what he just heard. Connor. “Harry, won’t be there right? Hello? Have I been talking to myself this whole time,” Y/N laughed a little; she had a habit of talking endlessly when she was excited. It made Harry more sombre, letting his guards down and his arm in reach for Gemma to grasp.
“Hey! I'm just organizing the clothes, see you soon!" Gemma jammed her finger on the red end call, anxiously glancing at her brother, piecing everything together.
“Who's Connor?" Could it be that the Connor he met last night was the same as Y/N’s? The one who bought pickles and strawberries--one of Y/N favourite food combinations? He mentioned that he had a little girl and Y/N just called to meet his sister and his mum at the park. And baby clothes?
Anne and Gemma looked at each other, quickly deciding that for the benefit of Harry that they should tell him at least a little bit. He was looking as if he was going insane, especially with his bed head pointing his hair out in different directions.
“He’s Y/N’s partner”
Harry gulped, reeling his thoughts to a halt, “Partner? And the baby is...?” The last bit of confirmation was all he needed to lash his feelings out.
“Is... waiting for us at the park! Sorry H gotta go,” Gemma was swift enough to gather all the bags without having Harry chase after her. His state of confusion and shock was enough to render him partially speechless and immobile.
“Hey wait!”
Anne garnered his attention, “Oh, Mrs. Q from next door wants me over for dinner. I’m sure wants to see us both. Why don’t you get ready, Harry?” Anne tugged his arm in the direction of the staircase pushing him to stumble up a couple of steps.
Harry was confused. He made the sounds of his footsteps creeping up the wooden stairs, hearing his mum quietly talking to Gemma on the phone, “Elmsway Park, you said? How long till you're home? I’m not sure how long I can keep him occupied,”
With that being said, Harry was out of his house, silently unlocking and locking the door. He was dressed in some basketball shorts and a graphic tee, slipping on the first pair of sneakers he had tossed aside. Harry jogged to his car, typing in the name of the park on his phones’ GPS. The route was only a few minutes away so he decided to take his time, gathering his scattered thoughts along the way.
He parked just beside the playground scouting the trees around the premises. Harry decided that it was the perfect day. The sun was out. It wasn’t too humid and the birds were chirping on the branches. He could see why the playground was full of children running around in delight. The green patches of grass were partially filled with picnic blankets and food to be shared. Families laughed with each other as one in particular caught his eye.
It made him smile at first, seeing just how adorable the couple was with their baby. He exited the car, making sure to lock the vehicle. With his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his shorts, Harry could feel the tethered grass rubbing against his legs. As he got closer, he couldn’t help the twinge of familiarity spark in his chest, recognizing that what he was staring at was Connor playfully chasing a little girl of about two-years-old as she squealed at how close he was getting to tagging her.
Harry stood by a tree, shielding him away from view. He tried to appear invisible without seeming too creepy. He knew that it was only a matter of seconds before his eyes found the woman he had been missing, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
Connor picked up the little girl in his arms, dotting pecks all over the girls’ cheeks, causing her to giggle and push his face away with a tiny palm. And there she was standing outside the raised platform of the playground, coming up to the both of them with a juice box in hand to hydrate the little angel. Connor turned his attention to Y/N, planting the most adoring kiss on her lips that made her smile so wide and the baby cover her eyes. They laughed together, looking like a picture-perfect family.
Gemma sat on the bench, flickering her gaze to the precious family in front of her and to the figure of her brother walking away from the scene. Her heart broke for Harry, and it cracked, even more, when he turned back. This time, watching Connor and Y/N cheer on baby angel to go down the slide. Both of them clapped their hands in enthusiasm as the girl hesitantly slid down the plastic slide. The smile on her face was infectious.
It almost made Harry smile, too.
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metalchickaf19 · 2 years
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The Bowers Gang: Ship #26 - Henry Bowers
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Request: Can I get a ship if you dont mind? Im 16 and 5'10, have dark brown hair and blue eyes, tend to wear oversized hoodies/skinny jeans, selfconscious about my height/weight. Im extremely sensitive (not in front of people) and obsess over comments and am a pushover. I love listening to any kind of music all the time. Im not a nerd, but school is just something Im good at. My sense of humor is definitely sarcastic and mocking but I annoyingly find everything funny and bust out laughing sometimes. Ty ❤
Dude...
I personally love the fact that you’re a sensitive soul, but Patrick and Henry hurt your feelings literally on the daily
Henry on accident most of the time, because he genuinely has a soft heart for you (he’s usually just cold/insensitive, like usual), but Patrick completely on purpose...
... because the asshole knows Henry is bothered by the fact that you’re the same height as him, and that’s Hockstetter’s cash cow
In short, never wear heels - the snide comments and random measurements (just to accentuate how tall you are) happen often enough as it is 
You tutor Henry on weekends, which is a vibe...
.. but he puts in absolutely no effort, so you just slip him the answers to tests in class
Like, honestly - you’re the real OG when it comes to Bowers’ grade-point average - you have elaborate signals set up so you can cheat even if you’re across the room from one another
Henry likes your conservative style (over-sized hoodies, etc.), because it makes him feel like you save the good stuff for him
* Cute AF side-note*
Victor thinks your smol (because he knows you’re sensitive), and tries to be your protector even though that should be Henry’s job
I mean, Henry does genuinely care for you...
...but he prioritizes being cool/tough above everything else
Whereas Criss will throw down if he feels you’re getting uncomfortable in any way
Like, seriously. It’s a thing with him. He’s threatened to pummel Patrick multiple times for his bullshittery, and, in general, neutralizes every emotional threat that comes your way
Heroic? Check
Selfless? Check
Best friend material?
ALL THE CHECKS THAT EVER EXISTED.
In a nutshell, you and Victor are extremely close outside of the group, and Henry kind of envies the fact that he’s so good at maintaining your inner peace
* Cute AF side-note ended*
You and Belch have jam sessions together in the Trans-Am at least once a week
You just drive out to the boonies at night, park, and listen to music - trading off song choices as you go
It’s honestly like therapy for the two of you, and some of your deepest conversations have been spurred by the songs you chose to play
Lastly... bro.
The guys love your sense of humor
It kind of helps you fit in with the group at times (because mocking humor is the only humor), and sometimes you find yourself being meaner than normal with your jokes just because you know the guys will enjoy them
Meaning, yes, the guys are definitely a bad influence on you
But, honestly, they love having you around, so I’ll leave you to determine whether or not that trade-off is worth it (*cough* obvi *cough*)
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OMG didn’t notice you opening for director’s commentary!!! If I’m not too late, do you mind if I ask for from “but now– now he wanted to be the one to break it.” through the GORGEOUS HOT INCREDIBLE sex to Lewis’s leg cramp? I know you’ve said you dont always feel confident about your nsfw but I’m gonna tell you, that whole sequence was one of the hottest things I’ve ever read and would love to hear your thoughts about writing it if you feel comfortable 💜
Haha, consider this an open invitation to ask for director's commentary whenever! Now just happens to be a good time because I have a free Saturday to answer them <3
It's not that I don't feel confident about my ability to write nsfw, it's more like... it usually takes me a long time to write, so by the end of it, the things I found sexy about it, I start to second guess if they're sexy anymore. So first of all, thank you very much; I'm very happy that you thought that sequence was sexy!
Second of all director's commentary for dying to be taken apart under the cut
dying to be taken apart, commentary in bold
ok sorry, I'm starting a little earlier than you requested, just for context - so, I very seldom plan out my sex scenes in advance. I just go into it with ~vibes, and find out what happens as I write it.
"If you're good, I'm good," Lewis said and kissed Sebastian's bristly cheek and caught his earlobe between his teeth. "I haven't been with anyone since I last had a test."
Sebastian's hands, skating over Lewis's body like they didn't know where to settle, seemed to twitch. "What?" he said faintly. "Not– not even, uh–"
"Not even Nico," Lewis said and pushed down his own jeans and boxer briefs all the way so he could step out of them.  Not during the season, Nico had said, implicitly promising after the season. And Lewis had kept that promise close to his chest since then, but now– now he wanted to be the one to break it. "It's been fucking months."
okay so I wrote ALL THIS ^ to establish that Lewis and Nico haven't been intimate for a while. I wanted it to be insinuated naturally, instead of something that Lewis brings up on his own, to inform Sebastian - but ooops, now I've established that Lewis wants to have bareback sex. Okay, well, let's go with that!
As for the specific "but now he wanted to be the one to break it" - I think it was thanks to @grideon's commentary that I went back into the text and defined Lewis and Nico's relationship more. And what this does is establish Nico as witholding - ostensibly sex, but really intimacy. Which is what Lewis really wants, but he can only frame it in terms of sex. Anyway, let's move on.
"Oh," Sebastian said. His eyes seemed to darken. "He really has been missing out."
Sorry this is hot. Seb being extremely clear eyed about the fact that Lewis cheating on Nico is the POINT of all this (or at least it starts out that way)
Lewis felt a responding tug in his stomach when Sebastian pushed at him, walking them both back towards the bed. While Sebastian was busy getting his ugly shorts off, Lewis scrambled to get the lube and sit down on the bed, ready to pull Sebastian down with him. He was vaguely aware that the playlist was still playing, but he could barely hear it above his own breathing, the rustling of the sheets as they moved into place.
I feel like I struggle with sense of place when the place is somewhat generic (hotel room) but the playlist is something specific that Lewis put on in this particular circumstance, so I wanted to mention it to anchor the situation. Like I think when I say I go into writing sex with ~vibes only, it's really about making it specific. Specific to these characters having sex in this place at this time. And that makes the playlist part of the sex!
Sebastian wasted no time in getting the lube cap off and coating his fingers in it. Lewis splayed his legs and tried to brace himself, but when nothing happened, he pushed up on his elbows to see what Sebastian was doing, kneeling between Lewis's legs.  It took Lewis a second to realise that he was warming the lube up, cupping it in his hand with a concentrated little frown on his face.
it might be a heavy handed way to point out that Lewis is unaccustomed to his, ahem, sexual partner taking his comfort into account. But the image of Seb doing a little frowny face while he warms the lube is so fucking cute, I'm not sorry.
Lewis nudged at him with his knee. "Hey," he said, voice cracking a little. "I'm not getting any younger, you know."
Sebastian's face split into a grin, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his teeth. "Didn't know you were in such a hurry," he said philosophically. But he dropped to his elbow above Lewis and kissed him, deep and slow, which distracted Lewis so thoroughly that he didn't even flinch at the first touch of Sebastian's slick fingers against his hole.
Lewis tried to squirm and pulled impatiently at Sebastian to proceed, but he seemed content to keep kissing Lewis and just circle the rim with blunt fingers, teasing rather than pushing, until Lewis was shivering. He'd never been kissed so thoroughly, like kissing was the whole point; and Sebastian was a good kisser, alternating between nipping at Lewis's lower lip and touching his tongue to the warm insides of his mouth, exploratory and yielding at the same time.
"Okay, come on Seb," Lewis said, breathless and twitching, when Sebastian at last moved his mouth to kiss Lewis's neck instead of his mouth. Lewis's lips tingled. "Jesus, put your fingers in me already."
"Poetic," Sebastian said with a grin, which shocked another laugh out of Lewis. He broke off on a sharp hiss when Sebastian moved down to lick at his nipple; a warm, wet touch on sensitive skin that electrified every other point of contact between their bodies.
Sorry again, Lewis being kissed silly so that he barely even notices being fingered open - I didn't PLAN it, but it's the best thing in the world. Fuck, it's what he deserves!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, Sebastian's mouth distracted Lewis enough that he didn't even realise Sebastian had pushed two fingers inside until he was two knuckles deep. Lewis gasped, right leg twitching as he fought to stay still. Normally he loved the challenge of this, of making his body perform, but the way Sebastian was moving and touching him, Lewis didn't know how to brace for it; always skirting close to losing complete control.
when you've only had sex with the same (emotionally manipulative) partner for years, it's gotta be a little disorienting to have sex with someone new. Lewis thought he was used to sex, but really he was only used to sex with Nico :/
Lewis was gripping Sebastian's arm tight enough that he wondered if he might leave bruises. spoilers: he did
By the time Sebastian slipped his fingers out, Lewis was trembling. His grip on Sebastian's arm had grown slippery with sweat, and he felt the muscles there work as Sebastian palmed his own dick, coating it with a generous amount of lube. His curls were a mess and his mouth looked red, tender from all the kissing. Lewis shifted, touched Sebastian's shoulder, and Sebastian looked up at him with big eyes and a furrowed forehead. "Yes?" he said, putting his free hand on Lewis's thigh. His palm was hot, almost rough against thin skin.
"Yes," Lewis repeated, flexing his thighs. "Do you want me to turn around?"
But Sebastian just hooked his hand under Lewis's knee and pushed home, like doing it any other way hadn't even occurred to him. Lewis's eyes fell shut, his mouth open, and he let himself feel Sebastian settle inside him, let himself enjoy the sweet drag of being filled.
sorry once more: i love emotionally fraught missionary sex. i love to throw some eye contact in there. But specifically, here, it points to Lewis being used to having sex in other positions. This fic is all about revealing Lewis's past experiences through his experience with Sebastian
After a buildup like this, Lewis anticipated a burst of action, a frenzied chase of skin slapping against skin and the clash of harsh breathing. Instead Sebastian braced both hands on either side of Lewis and hitched his hips like he was searching for something, moving in tiny little thrusts without ever pulling out.
Lewis, on edge, pushed up on his elbows again. "Seb," he said. "I'm not made of glass. You can fuck me if you want."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Sebastian said, and even though he tried to make a joke of it, Lewis was gratified that he sounded out of breath. So this was affecting him too, even though he moved as if he was in no hurry at all.
Again, Lewis is used to a very particular kind of sex. Seb isn't following the pattern Lewis is expecting.
"I meant you can fuck me harder," Lewis said, and to make a point, he pushed his calf against Sebastian's back.
It shifted something inside him, and with Sebastian's next little thrust, something white-hot sparked through Lewis, a flash of intense pleasure that made him cry out, muscles locking up with it. <- i wrote this to emphasize the intensity of the pleasure, but let's put a pin in it
Sebastian made a sound, a keening little moan, and then started to move in earnest – closer to what Lewis had imagined, but still so completely different. He set up a pace that made Lewis shift his hips up to meet him, and it took some of the edge off, letting Lewis sink into it instead of trying to keep desperately afloat. Every time they moved together just right and that flash of pleasure lit his insides, Lewis bit down on a groan, tried to move with it so his legs wouldn't cramp. I was like "i mean yeah, they JUST drove cars at inhumane speeds for two hours, i BET Lewis is dehydrated as fuck. And then he exerted himself, tensing his muscles- fearing a cramp seems entirely reasonable!
It felt good. Lewis blinked his eyes open to watch. Sebastian, still braced on his arms, was flushed down to his chest, and even under the cool breeze of the air conditioning, they had worked up a real sweat. A drop of it slid down Sebastian's temple and cheek, just to fall on Lewis's chest. His eyes were closed, like he was concentrating,  his lips parted, and without thinking about it, Lewis reached up to touch his thumb to Sebastian's mouth.
Sebastian's eyes blinked open, shockingly blue against blonde lashes, and after a breathless moment his gaze focused and met Lewis's. Without breaking eye contact, Sebastian turned his face to suck Lewis's thumb into his mouth, grazing his teeth against the meat of it, and Lewis felt a different sort of pleasure run through him at the gesture, something indeterminable and hungry. He pushed his thumb against the wet softness of Sebastian's tongue and without deciding to do it he said, "You're fucking me so good, Seb."
Sebastian's eyes fluttered shut, and Lewis could feel him moan around his thumb just as much as he could hear it. It made Lewis moan in turn, and he had to touch Sebastian's chest, to feel him breathing too.
This is like. Lewis is finally moving with Seb, instead of trying to predict anything, or, more crucially, compare Seb to anyone. And in letting go (of his own self-doubt, but also preconceived notions about what this is) he happily stumbles into Seb's praise kink, which is so good for both of them! (also note the eye contact. told you i loved it!)
When Sebastian dropped to his elbow again, to hitch Lewis's leg in the crook of his arm and fuck him faster, Lewis had to touch himself with one hand and keep Sebastian close with the other. He wanted Sebastian to kiss him, but he didn't know how to ask, couldn't do anything other than press their foreheads together and breathe.
His hips stuttered and Sebastian came with a high-pitched groan trapped behind clenched teeth; Lewis felt the hot pulse of it inside him and felt his own hand tighten on Sebastian's neck. As the tension leached out of Sebastian, Lewis wanted Sebastian to melt into him, and Lewis raked his hand down Sebastian's back, slick with sweat, and tried to chase his mouth.
This is like. Lewis, baby. It wasn't really the sex you wanted, it was the intimacy :(
But Sebastian moved, shifted away enough that some of his weight disappeared, and Lewis whined. But then Sebastian's hand was on his, both of them touching his dick, and Lewis felt the orgasm roll through him like a shockwave, obliterating every other sensation and leaving a blissful blankness in its wake.
Lewis came back into his body by degrees. The warm weight of Sebastian lying half on top of him was the first thing he noticed; the wet mess on his stomach was the second. The third thing Lewis noticed was that his leg had cramped up, and he stretched it with an audible groan.
And so the leg cramp, which I originally wrote to emphasize being swept up in pleasure and perhaps hint at the context of them being pro athletes, also gives me a DELICIOUSLY specific circumstance to explore
"Oh," Sebastian said, voice still reedy. Lewis felt Sebastian's whole body tense, and then the strange sensation of Sebastian slipping out of him. "Oh, sorry, I–"
"It's okay," Lewis said, voice strained. "My calf's just cramping, it's fine."
Sebastian sat upright in the bed, letting Lewis shift to accommodate the faint ache in his groin from spreading his legs for so long. He touched Lewis's right leg with a questioning quirk of his eyebrows, and Lewis, who didn't know what to think, nodded. Sebastian sat back on his heels and pulled Lewis's leg into his lap, heedless of the come leaking out of Lewis and heedless of his own dick, red and soft between his legs, and started to massage the calf muscle with practised movements.
DELICIOUS, SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCE, OF THE GUY YOU'RE CHEATING WITH MASSAGING YOUR LEG CRAMP. I dunno, I was so incredibly happy when this scene unfolded like this. I never would have thought of it, if I hadn't written Seb and Lewis like this, you know? Also Seb using his ergonomic and nimble little hands to massage Lewis's leg while they're naked in bed. Hot.
Lewis just stared, shocked into inaction. The playlist had looped around from the beginning, he was pretty sure, and Sebastian was working his fingers into his gastrocnemius muscle in firm, long strokes. The cramp eased, and despite himself, Lewis gave a sigh of contentment.
"Better?" Sebastian asked, mouth quirking into a smile. He stopped massaging, but kept cradling Lewis's ankle in his hands, and Lewis flexed his foot carefully, to check that the cramp wouldn't come back.
More on a character note: Seb has forgotten that what they were doing was cheating on Nico. To him, he just had sex with Lewis, and he treats Lewis as he would any of his sexual partners; with kindness and care.
When it didn't, Lewis sighed again. "Yes, thank you," he said, and it was a mistake to look Sebastian in the eyes, but then it was too late to look away. Sebastian was still smiling, with a warmth in his eyes that made Lewis twitchy. His pulse was still rushing in his ears. He had to ask, "Seb, what are we doing?"
as grideon noted: post-nut clarity strikes again. Unfortunately, what this does is remind Sebastian of the circumstances of this sex: specifically the cheating, and so Lewis more or less self-sabotages the very intimacy he was seeking. Ah, huge bummer! Fuck!
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i'm hella biased bc i really like pmore but while both are religious in themes (21p and pmore) hayley's lyrics always struck me as someone young handling religious guilt (now we know it was bc of her ex and the fact that he started seeing her while he still was in a relationship, AND then the same happened to hayley) which made it not rancid but just sad, clearly the guys who left the band and mention "political differences" paint a picture too, falling out with friends is a big theme with them. on 21p i do believe you're right his vibes are super rancid and racist all over and he always acts like any request for accountability on his bullshit is a burden while hayley still has to run around saying sorry for saying the word "whore" when she was like 16
i always get 20 asks from pissed off paramore fans but i find a small amount of her work to be offputting ever since i saw a video of her preaching onstage about how she loved god and she knew god was real and in the room and loved her or something. thats totally fine for her to do and express and lots of people identify with that but i personally had a very negative experience with that specific branch of white people protestant(?) christian religion growing up and its something im coming to terms with at my own pace. i know hayley has grown and changed a lot as a person and she was quite young and i dont hold it against her but a lot of their music was written before the extremely homophobic guy left and such and for me the christian themes in their early music are tied to that, so its not something im super deep into like mcr or fob. i know there are people who dont want to listen to pws BS because of bad experiences with men too, like i get it even if that isnt me, its art.
i have difficulty articulating what about 21ps lyrics bother me because pete and gerard and billie evoke religion constantly in ways that i like and identify with. but 21ps definitely seem like youth pastor lessons to me, like they just seem very one dimensional and insidious in a way that skeeves me out because theyre feeding overt bible verses and stories with very little self awareness to 13 year olds disguised as rebelling against the establishment. and like religion isnt inherently bad but tylers brand of religion comes with very overt homophobia/transphobia and very overt racism and its just BLEH
whereas pw is like “i am having a manic episode in the shopping mall and this kid im looking at is god and ive never seen anything so beautiful and hes crying because this deranged man is trying to touch him and fuck god isnt real after all” and then theres like. mama. and tyler is like rewriting bible stories and bible concepts where he is jesus talking to god like the desert one but there is not an ounce of real like actual questioning faith in it its like a bible lesson. like there is but it has the same vibe as when you were in church when you were 11 and your pastor was preaching about doubt and telling a story about doubting god that week but you could tell he was lying and just making it up because doubt was on the planned spreadsheet calendar and you just started feeling weird. sorry this bad mouthfeel is so hard to articulate. and like billie writes himself PLAYING the character of jesus of suburbia but tyler is like “i am jesus because jesus is in all of us 😌”
i dont think hayley williams should apologize for that and i actually think she should be saying whore, i also dont care if brendon urie says whore when he performs i write sins. art is about expression and obviously like there Are Lines but i dont think that calling someone your boyfriend cheats on you with a whore is like a horrible offensive line that art cant depict for fear of causing harm to society. it honestly makes me mad that people try to make their experiences as palatable as possible but whatever i get she has crowd and label and twitter pressure
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