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hyuk4sbf · 1 year

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im so glad you’re back!!! i asked this before but can you please write dry humping w/ beomgyu <3

hi!!!!! tysm sorry this took me so long writing is hard >< hope u like it i got a lil carried away w it so hopefully that makes it worth the wait im so sorry again LOL

>nsfw!!!! obvi ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

>word count: 1.6k

>sub!beomgyu x gn!reader

*wrote and edited on phone lmk if theres any mistakes idk T_T

“baby,” beomgyu breathes against your mouth, “baby, i think we should stop.”

you pull away, hands still on the nape of his neck as you eye him with concern. his chest heaves, pupils dilated as his eyes practically memorise every feature to your face.

you’re perched in his lap, lips kiss-swollen, eyes hazy and thighs soft in the palms of his hands. you tilt your head at him, and it makes his throat a little drier.

“sorry, are you okay?” you question, a simmering of guilt beginning to rise in your stomach. you might’ve pushed him too far? you hope not. he swallows, blinking heavily.

“it’s okay, m’okay,” beomgyu tells you, yet he still sounds like he’s had the breath punched out of him. you try to smile a little to reassure him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“we don’t have to keep going but can you tell me what happened?”

beomgyu sputters a little, his ears tinting a pretty red, and he leans his head further into your palm embarrassedly. you thumb over his cheek with a pretty little chuckle.

“i… i don’t know.” he tells you. he watches your expression change, disbelief clear as day. you prod his side a little just to see him jolt and squirm, pout now evident on your mouth.

“don’t lie, beoms,” you whine at him, “tell me what’s wrong so i can fix it.”

he scrunches his face a little, and that’s when you finally feel it. he knows you do, and he does anything to move his hips away from your own. he’s hard.

“oh,” you simply say, and watch as his hands come up to cover his face that flares an alarming red.

“m’sorry,” he babbles, “m’so sorry i didn’t mean to.”

you feel heat in the face, a warmth swirling your stomach as you watch him practically pant for forgiveness. you purse your lips at the shiver that threatens to take over your body. he got hard just from kissing you, your brain continues to alarm you as if hitting you with neon lights. your heart thumps a little louder in your chest, you wonder if beomgyu would be able to hear it if he listened close enough. however, the shy heat you feel radiating from your boyfriend makes you realise perhaps his heart is too loud in his ears to hear anything else.

your mind made up, you gently coax his hands away from his face, the little smile on your lips doing nothing to stop the swoop in beomgyu’s tummy. fuck, you’re so pretty. he feels the sweat that clams his hands, an inner voice chastising him for how pathetic he must look. you haven’t done anything but kiss him, how embarrassing.

but you just continue to shyly smile at him, much like he’s just put the stars in the sky for you rather than get an unwarranted boner for you in his lap. fuck, you’re still in his lap. your hands still hold his, keeping them away from his face. he feels hot all over again.

“it’s okay, baby,” you coo. “i can help.”

i can help. i can help. i can help.

he exhales shakily, throat bobbing as he swallows away how dry it feels. his eyes are caught with yours, flickering between your eyes and your mouth. he really needs to kiss you again, his thoughtful, beautiful lover. the urge falls off his tongue in a needy breath of, “please.”

you coo again, eyes sparkling as you cup his face and lean in to press your lips against his. you press yourself closer to him, shuffling your hips forward.

his reaction is immediate, a hand reaching for one of your thighs. the other curls around the small of your back as he openly whimpers into your mouth. he grasps at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go, pulls you as close as he physically can. you distantly think about what his fingerprints would look like as bruises on your skin.

“do you want it just like this? hm?” you question as you pull away just a tad, “can’t even get my clothes off me, you’re that desperate for anything?” it’s teasing, condescending and you know it, but the way his eyes flutter and he nods obediently gives you enough incentive to keep going. you giggle and pair it with the rough roll of your hips down against his.

at this, beomgyu jolts with a deep moan, so pretty as it catches on a breath, and he starts to chase the friction. his hips move of their own accord, rutting up against you in an desperate pace. you’re more than happy to meet him halfway.

“come on, baby. that’s it.” you lean to whisper against the shell of his ear, “such a good boy.”

he almost can’t breathe through the flame of arousal and pleasure that lick up his spine in thick, hot waves, mixing together in excruciating and intoxicating measures. you feel so good, your skin so soft under his palms, your hot breath wet against his ear, the weight of you on his clothed cock. he does his best to memorise every detail, but the foggy haze of lust proves it a challenge.

“feel so good under me like this,” you tell him, “so big, you’d feel so good inside me, hm? would you fuck me just right? make me feel good too?” the filth spills out of your mouth before you can really stop it. you want to be unsure of where the confidence came from that you could say such things, but nothing’s more reassuring of its origins than the way beomgyu eagerly nods along to every word.

“yes. yes. please, want you to feel good, too. please, baby. wanna make you cum so bad.” he pleads, practically begging as his hand on your back guides you to hump a little harder into him.

you hum, satisfied with his answer and a little gasp catches in your throat at the sudden eagerness he has to grind directly into your own sex. your hands fall to his tummy, and you take the opportunity to slip up his shirt, fingers exploring every sliver of skin that gets exposed to you the higher you hike upwards. you practically leave flames in your wake, his breaths so loud and shaky, skin so hot and slicking up with a sheen of sweat under your touch.

“so cute,” you giggle and you can’t help but to ask, “been thinking about this?”

the boy pants, “all the— ah!… time. think about you coming on my tongue all the time. ah fuck, fuck! you’re so pretty.”

you whimper against his ear, “maybe if you cum for me like this, i’ll let you taste me. think you can do it, beomie?” you reach his chest, and your fingers roll his nipples between them, and somehow he humps into you with a more desperate intent. and god fuck, he whines, louder than he had been, body trembling under yours and hands grasping at your shirt for dear life.

“yes, p…please. i think m’close. please…”

“what is it, honey? what do you need?”

“kiss me. fuck, please kiss me. m’gonna cum.”

your heart thrums in your ears, and you’re quick to oblige, lips smashing against his own in a mess of tongue and teeth.

beomgyu gasps into your mouth, his body seizing, thighs trembling underneath you, and you moan in response at the realisation of the mess he’s making in his pants. his eyes scrunching closed at the pleasure that takes hold of his body, and you keep your hips moving to guide him through it.

your hands push his hair out of his face, your ministrations falling to a complete halt as you start to coax him down from his high. he looks so dazed, but satiated.

your expression easily mirrors his own when his lips stretch into a big, dopey smile at you. “god, you are so hot.”

you playfully land a smack to his arm, and bury your head in his neck as the embarrassment of all you had said starts to set in. his skin is damp and sticky, but you try to hide regardless.

“i’m serious!” he exclaims, “i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

you mumble, “you are so bad at this aftercare stuff.”

you feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, hearty and so himself it makes it hard to believe you had him so pliant just minutes before. the thought hitting you, the close memory of it makes you a little squirmy. he clicks his tongue.

“it’s not aftercare if it’s not over, is it?”

you move from his neck, going to question what he means. the words hitch in your throat as he catches you off guard and uses little to no strength to flip your position. your back hits the mattress with an ‘oomph!’ and you stare up at him wide-eyed.

he grins, toothy and beaming as he leans down to press kisses to the corner of your mouth that hangs agape in surprise. he trails downwards, underneath your jawline and your hands abruptly grasp at his shoulders. your chest heaves a shaky breath.

then, he pulls away, and shifts himself down the bed.

“what are you doing?”

he nudges your shirt up with his hands, and pushes your legs until he can fit between them. there’s a kiss on your tummy, and then a fiddling at the waistband of your pants. beomgyu smiles up at you, eyes sparkling happily as he waits for your permission.

“you said i could taste you.”

#beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu thoughts #beomgyu imagine

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pjsk-writin · 1 year

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Helllo hiii! Uhmm im really not good at explaining, im sorry TvT but can i request tsukasa and rui (separately) suddenly shouting at the reader out of stress because theres so many things that needed to be done and fix in their upcoming shows or in school(you can choose!)that's all, thank you sm!!

oh dw, you're fine!! tried to make this a hurt/comfort for the boys, but if you want anything changed, lmk!! hope you like this! <3

♡ STRESSED SHOUTS - Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa is naturally loud, this is what he's known for after all

However, he doesn't usually shout at people-

It was a random day in the week, and he was stressed out working on a new show

You went to ask him to do something, and he snapped

"Can't you get someone else to do it?!" An uncharacteristic frown was on his face as he looks off to the side, clenching his jaw, "Everyone expects me to do everything all of the time! I'm so sick of it! I'm so-"

He cuts himself off, eyes going wide before he looked back to you. "I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You walk up to him, taking his hand in yours before pulling him into a hug. "Hey, you're alright, my star. You're alright."

He would end up crying in your arms, shaking and begging for your forgiveness.

All you could do was hold him closer, gently reassuring him that it was all alright. <3

Rui:

Rui may not be as loud as his troupemates, but he raises his volume from time to time

It's rare, but he'll snap at people sometimes. He apologizes afterwards though

It was a random day, and he was stressing out over the new show

He had been overworking himself, you noticed. You went to intervene, and he cracks

"I'm fine, alright?! Just leave me alone!" He looks over his work, everything that he needs to do, and grimaces, "I am more than aware of my limits, now could you please let me get back to it?"

He didn't even seem to notice that he shouted, and kept working. It wasn't until you place your hands on his shoulders that he freezes

"Rui..." You sigh, shaking your head before looking at him, "Take a break, we both know you wouldn't have shouted at me if you weren't at your limit already."

Despite his stubborn insistence not to, you make him take a break. He'll sit across from you, looking down at his hands before sighing

"I...I apologize. That was...Uncalled for." He will look up at you with a determined look, "I'll make it up to you, I swear." And he does exactly that <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader

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duckugou · 3 years

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Hey could you do a NSFW one-shots w/ the MHA characters with "first one to cum pays for dinner" or something along those lines... it doesn't matter who but something abt this prompt makes my brain go blank

hey hey- lmk if you want this with more characters!!!

Hawks x fem!reader

cw: light breath play/choking, teasing, light coercion, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (fem & male rec.), daddy used, power play a little, aftercare if u squint, face fucking (lmk if theres any i missed!!), not proofread lmao

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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"I'm ready!" You exclaim, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

Hawks turned around in his chair where he was waiting for you and gawked at your appearance shamelessly.

The two of you had been dating for just over a year, deciding early on that you would have a date night every month on the 15th. It was to keep the two of you close and make sure the fun and quality time was never lost in your busy schedules. There were a few months when something would come up emergency wise- but youd always make it up by the end of the month. It was a staple.

This month, youd decided on a classy dinner. Being with a pro hero meant that you could go to really nice places and not have to worry about the cost- it was nice. Not that you used him- he made sure he treated you in every way. This restaurant was his choice in fact- when you choose date nights, it s usually mini golf or star gazing.

Seeing you in his favorite color dress- the hem falling in the center of your thighs made him lose his train of thought.

You fixed your makeup as best you could in a solid minute before putting your heels back on, stumbling lightly out the door where he waited for you. Keigo laughed at how you stumbled, knowing he would make it much worse later.-

If he had anything to do with it, you would need to change out of your heels and still need help walking to the car.

Standing up from his chair, Hawks unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, your eyes widening, not expecting this.

Kiego walked until he was backing you into the bedroom door that you had previously closed, arms on either side of your head as he looked down at you. He was significantly taller than you even in your kitten heels.

"U-uh babe? What are ya doin? Dont we have reservations?" You asked hesitantly as he licked his lips, looking at you like prey.

"Oh sweetheart. I'm Kiego fuckin Tamaki. The reservation is whenever I walk in." He told you in a low tone.

The cockiness in his voice went straight to your core. You'd always loved his audible "Im better than everyone else" attitude, though you knew that he didn't actually think that. Not all of the time at least. You knew the real him but in situations like this- you knew he meant it.

"Kei-" You started, setting him off. The sound of his name on your lips was all he needed to be pushed over the edge after spending the day thinking about having you for dessert, not realizing that you would end up being the whole meal.

Attacking your neck with his mouth, his hands found your hips, grabbing them harshly and making you moan lightly.

"Kei baby, we have to go to dinner." You moaned out, wanting to keep the night on track. Date nights were important to you, but even you could admit that right now the thought of his cock was slowly taking over your mind.

"I say we make a bet then, huh dove?" He continued his assault on your neck, working it down to your clavicle.

"Hmm?" You hummed, lost in the feeling.

"First one to cum pays for dinner." He gripped the back of your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His face was buried in your neck as he reached behind you with one hand to re-open the bedroom door.

"Fuck- 's not fair Keigo." You tried sounding stern, but the wetness in your panties distracted you.

"Gonna have to try hard, huh birdie?" He teased, laying you on the bed and hovering over, not able to get enough as he began rutting his hips on your leg. Kissing you on the mouth this time, Keigo wasted no time putting his tongue in your mouth, stifling the moans you both let out from the smallest bits of friction.

Pulling away, he looked down when your bodies met, his cock hard in his nice pants.

"Better take these off before I make a mess of them, huh?" He chuckled, getting off of the bed.

"Mmhm." You replied, laying there speechless. How did the night take this turn?

Pants and underwear discarded, Keigo looked to you expectantly. "You wanna tell me why your panties are still on, sweetheart?"

"You didnt tell me to take them off...daddy." If you were going to win this bet and make him cum first, you were pulling out all the stops, nicknames included.

"Good fuckin girl." He growled, tugging your panties down your legs himself as you lifted your hips for him.

He took his place laying on the bed in front of you, ready to eat your sweet pussy, but you knew he was cheating.

"Nuh-uh... Thats cheating." You said, rising up to rest on your elbows behind you.

"Oh, birdie. You dont make the rules." He chuckled, licking a stripe up your already wet cunt.

Your arms gave out and you moaned, your upper half and head landing back on the bed and Keigo ate you out like this was dinner.

You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, hands rushing to his hair as you messed it up and pulled it, making him moan onto your clit. The vibrations made you look down and gasp, remembering that this was a bet.

"Daddy... let me- fuck. Let me suck your dick pl-please." You begged in the sweetest voice you could muster.

Your begging worked as Keigo momentarily forgot about the bet and could only think of your lips wrapped around his cock. He made a noise almost like a growl as he stood, allowing you to sink down onto the floor in between the bed and your boyfriend's massive cock on your knees. Reaching up, you stroked his length, rubbing your finger along the tip, making his knees a bit weak. He held your head, not pushing it but using you as leverage, as you sunk your mouth over his cock,

"Shit, dove. Your mouth is- fuckin phenomenal." He groaned out, gripping your hair.

You fully knew you could make him cum first, and you would. And you knew this wasn't going to be over just because he would cum and you would go to dinner. Oh no, this would last all night, you were certain.

Keigo didnt ever fuck you and make you cum less than 5 times. Ever. Its like it was an unwritten rule. You knew you'd be satisfied.

And you were determined to get- no- earn a free meal as well.

His mind blank besides the sensation of your warm wet mouth and throat, Keigo started fucking your face. Pushing your head down his shaft further until you reached his abdomen- his short hairs tickling your nose as you struggled to breathe. It was the first time you allowed him to nearly bottom out in your throat, as it was a special occasion. You reached up and caressed his balls as tears formed in your eyes while he thrusted in and out of your mouth. Something about your delicate fingers on his balls reminded him that this wasn't a normal quickie.

This was a bet. And you were doing everything he ever told you he loved.

Pulling you off of him, he grunted a few curse words.

"You little bitch. Tryin real hard to win huh?" He smudged the spit all around your face, ruining your make up.

"Fuck me, daddy. Please." You moaned out, looking up at him through teary lashes as his hand rested on top of your head.

"Fuckin hell, birdie. Youre gonna be the end of me." He granted your wish, pulling you up and laying you back down on the bed.

He hovered over you, looking into your eyes, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with you. His cock head rubbed up and down your slit, making you whimper. He pushed in slowly, looking down to where your bodies connected. Both of you let out a gasp and sigh as he bottomed out in your pussy.

"Fuck, youre so tight." He groaned out, mind becoming hazy.

"Fuck me please-" You moaned out, needing friction.

He pulled back and thrusted into you, both of you becoming lost in the feeling. His hand found its way up to your neck, well aware that this would bring you closer to the edge.

Two can play at that game.

Your hands found his hair, giving it a tug as he sighed from pleasure. Both of you enjoyed light pain and right now, everything was wound so tight, you could feel the tension.

He let go of your neck and pulled the top of your dress down and he began playing with your nipples as it became harder to hold yourself back.

"Da-addy please. Fuck- need your cum!" You moaned out, hoping for him to cum first.

"No fuckin way angel, youre cumming first." He sounded confident but he was twitching inside of you.

It was a race to the finish- but nobody wanted to be first.

" 's so fuckin good!" You moaned out, tongue lolling out of your mouth, drool sliding down your chin as he put his thumb on your tongue. You were becoming so fucked out that it was hard to hold back. You felt yourself losing and you didnt want that- but fuck did it feel good.

You knew exactly what to do. His eyes were fire and his face was burning. The look he gave you told you everything as his hips began to falter.

"Breed me- please! Stuff me- fill me up please daddy please!" You begged, his hand leaving your mouth and chin and going for your shoulders as he gave in, those few words shutting his brain off.

"Gonna fuckin breed your little pussy- shit gonna make you fuckin'- oh fuck angel- mine mine mine mine." He chanted as he spilled his seed into you, making you cum right after him as he fucked his cum further into your core.

"Yes daddy! Ah- fuck Keigo!" You screamed out his name as you reached your high, making it more intense for him.

He loved claiming you in any way- whether it be hickeys, holding your hand, giving you his own merch, or his favorite- stuffing you with his cum in hopes of tying you together forever.

As the two of you came down, Keigo rolled over next to you, his head resting on your chest. The room was filled with heavy breathing and soft, nearly inaudible, "I love you"s.

He helped you up, walking the two of you to the bathroom to get cleaned up in order to go to dinner.

Sitting on the toilet, wiping the slick off of your legs with a was cloth as Keigo wiped his face off, yo smiled at him.

"Dinners on you, fucker." You chuckled.

"Yeah it is- but youre gonna regret laughing at me later when its time for dessert." He said lowly, not looking at you.

Your face got red as you got up to wash your hands. Turning to leave the bathroom, he grabbed your wrist, turning you around and kissing you hard.

"This isnt over yet, birdie. After dinner, youre gonna be punished for all the smart moves you made tonight."

Heat surged straight down to your center and up to your face as he growled into your mouth before continuing the kiss.

Walking into the bedroom and putting a pair of panties on, your mind raced thinking about later.

"Oh thats what he meant by dessert" you thought to yourself laughing lightly.

"Lets go, dove! We have reservations!" He shouted from down the hall.

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neitherever-nornever-goodbye · 4 years

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Number Five Fic Recs

I have spent days reading Five fics since season 2 aired, so I decided that I might as well start jotting them all down for anyone’s interested. It’s a long list, here we go xD

Completed

1. Blood and Steel by @e-vasong, T, 6900 words

Diego gets shot. Five is evasive. There is a bit of an emotional reckoning, and neither of them are even vaguely equipped for it.

2. Carry Him by ClaraCivry (Kat_Of_Dresden), not rated, 2422 words

`Five times Five's siblings carried him, took his weight.

Some hurt Five, some fluff, but mostly Hargreeves being worried and looking after him.

3. Small Changes by calypso42, T, 3509 words

“I need to ask you something.” He set down the large stack of books he was carrying beside him. Klaus glanced at a few of the titles - Consciousness in the Brain - Memory & the Role of the Hippocampus - Soul vs. Matter: A Comprehensive Look at the Origins of Sentience - and grimaced.

“Are you… having an existential crisis, or something? Because I am possibly the worst person you could go to for that.”

...

When Five goes to Klaus to ask him something about his powers, Klaus doesn’t think much of it. At least, until he realizes that what he thought was simple curiosity was actually deeper than that, leading to a revelation about Five himself.

4. Strike A Violent Pose by @ford-ye-fiji, T, 1268 words

And here he was, limping along with a twisted ankle, going to save his siblings from certain doom yet again.

5. You are not alone by my_monster_are_real, T, 4259 words

Five doesn't like to be taken care of, but Allison doesn't care.

6. They Could Care Less (as long as someone’ll bleed) by @ford-ye-fiji, M, 2835 words

Number Five is cornered once again by commission agents, but this time with his family.

Diego and Klaus learn something about their littlest-oldest brother.

7. Didn’t Give Me Time to Say Goodbye by rookflight, Gen, 1769 words

After dealing with the second apocalypse, Five takes time to think about everything that’s happened. Klaus seizes the opportunity for some quality sibling bonding.

8. With Two Arms by karcheri, T, 3345 words

What it comes down to, really, is that Five had been too eager for results. Once it became clear to him that there was a connection between his powers and his energy level the obvious course of action, as he saw it, was to test this information. The hypothesis was this: higher energy levels = stronger powers and the easiest way to get more energy is to eat more. Pretty simple stuff. Too simple.

or Five times that Five starves himself and one time that he gets called out on it.

9. Number Five The Monster Under The Bed by Kraeyola, T, 5460 words

It's easy to forget sometimes when you look at Five; small lanky body, little boy-scout shorts, and a perfectly pristine uniform. A smooth youthful face that's always wearing a too-serious expression for someone (supposedly) so young. Not that the siblings don't respect Five as an equal, it's just... well. It's hard to take him so seriously. Especially when he gets mad and makes such an adorable pouty face.

It's why they find it so difficult to deal with reconciling Five to the boy they (thought they) knew, to the boy they're seeing standing right in front of them. But you can't really blame them, can you?

After all, it's hard to believe things without witnessing them first hand.

There is a monster under the bed and it's in the shape of a thirteen-year-old boy.

10. Nonlinear theory for dummies by Inkjade, Gen, 4786 words

After forty-five years of fighting, it's kind of hard to know how to stop.

11. Vital Signs by aye_of_newt, M, 3524 words

Sometimes, it's difficult for Klaus to tell if someone is alive or dead.

When Five shows up, covered in blood after killing the Board, Klaus panics.

12. Not with me by Claracivry (Kat_Of_Dresden) Gen, 5681 words

They never asked if any of that blood was his.

Five is bleeding, and he is also giving up.

AU to 2X07, with hurt Five because after all that boy has been through...

13. Nothing’s Going on (and that’s the problem) by briegretful, T, 5231 words

(Directly after the season 2 ending, except everything's normal and everyone's still around) He did it. Five saved his family. They landed in 2019 and everything, somehow, worked out.

He's not sure how to deal with that.

Five struggles to deal with not having an apocalypse to stop, and his family tries to help him.

14. A New Life by BirdInTheCave, T, 3884 words

Allison had convinced Ray to come back to 2019 with her and her family and after a month of being cooped up in the house with the other Hargreeves plus their own unconventional guests, Ray suggests they spend some time alone. He's still struggling to fully comprehend the new world he's stepped into but he's determined that with Allison at his side he can get used to anything. Allison can't find a reason to say no. She should have said no.

Luckily for her, Five will always be there for his family, now that he's back.

15. Side Effects May Vary by CivilBores, T, 6565 words

Allison crosses her arms. “Five,” she says firmly, “when was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t know,” Five says honestly. At Allison’s expression, he quickly adds, “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t know what it’ll take for all of you pea-brained idiots to realize that.”

“We may not be as intelligent as you, Five,” Allison says, “but at least all of us are smart enough to know how to take care of ourselves.”

A week after the world is saved, Five convinces himself that he is still experiencing lingering side effects of paradox psychosis. His family has something to say about that.

16. The Walls Kept Tumbling Down by @ingu, T, 64888 words, 8 chapters

It started small.

There was a nagging ache in his chest, phantom pain from where the bullets had pierced his flesh, in the overwritten timeline that never will be.

(the one where rewinding time doesn't miraculously resolve mortal gunshot wounds)

17. Stay by maddienole, T, 6027 words

Five had saved his life once, many months ago. Maybe it was time for Klaus to return the favor.

18. Growing Pains by kakashi_mole, Not rated, 10520 words, Fiveya (personal fave, angst too much)

Number Five remembers his first kiss

Notes:

Takes place after Season Two. A Five-centric fic. Some teenagers get growing pains, some don’t, but the last “cycles” of pain usually occur around age 13.

19. Another Cog in Murder Machine by @ford-ye-fiji, T, 2463 words

Five finally gets the breakdown he deserves

20. Sorrows Like Thunder Clouds by Emotionally_Detached (Yeah_Toast), T, 6953 words

He makes it. He time travels and makes it through another apocalypse.

He makes it, but his siblings don't.His siblings don't make it, except he's in his own childhood and they're still here, alive and thirteen and he can fix things.

He will fix things

On Going

1. “I’m Too Tired” by beastboy12, T, Chapters 2/?

A slight re-telling of the barn scene. Five manages to save his siblings, but at what cost?

In which the author takes a throw-away line in season 2 and runs with it.

2. And We All Turn To Ash by @golden-redhead, Gen, Chapters 1/?

Seconds, not decades.

The blue glow pulsed between his fingers and he pulled at the familiarity of the feeling, pulling until time and space bent under his touch, parting as he struggled to squeeze himself through just enough to jump and change the course of history.

The energy, familiar but somehow different, courses through his body and then he moves, for a few precious seconds existing within the time and yet outside of it.

a.k.a. Five is so, so close to getting them back home and making things right. And then he isn't.

3. Tangled in The Hanging Tree by TiredPigeon (TwistedSkys), T, Chapters 2/?

The timeline is still messed up, obviously. There is still so much work to do, still so much to fix. His siblings have questions and concerns, and they want answers.

Five just wants his nose to stop bleeding.

(Post-season 2, but I have no plans to speculate on season 3, so consider this fluff.)

Five is tired, his family is starting to notice.

Thats all for now!

@tomatojuicem apologies for making you wait ;)

Lmk if theres something wrong with the link Notes: All these fics posted after season 2 aired, but not neccessary related to season 2

#number five #five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #fic recs #the umbrella academy fanfic #mine

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6ad6ro · 3 years

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i think it's especially easy for neurodivergent ppl to blindly follow a community's "rules", especially when they're created by communities that overall have seemingly "good intentions". there isn't that necessary process of criticism, and context is rarely used alongside these "rules".

i randomly joined tumblr way back when, and IMMEDIATELY was like "wow, this is amazing. these ppl care about human rights and want to make the world a better place!" lol. and i began to blindly follow a lot of "rules" and cast a lot of judgements without thinking. it was pretty easy to do, considering i'd left places like youtube where (hatespeech and prejudice ideas are really common). tumblr seemed like paradise.

sure enough, i found myself saying things like "i hate men" (im he/they), "i hate white ppl" (im white), "i hate cis ppl". etc etc etc. it's really easy to like... passionately want change. and think the groups you're supporting are always right.

it's easy to make blanket statements... to follow "rules" without thinking? when your intentions are "good". i just wanted actual equality. the culture i was involved in said "these ppl are at fault, we need to change them to fix things". so i went along with it. i didn't think. i wanted to be "good".

but what about male allies. what about trans men. what about WHITE allies... do some of u gays REALLY not have a single cis person you're friends with? sorry, but theres a lotta ppl that fall into these groups who are ABSOLUTELY lovely. and also on your side.

and yet here you are, blogging about how much you hate them. throwing them under the bus based on the color of their skin, their gender, or their prefs.

just bc racist/sexist/transphobes commonly call out tumblr as a "place of hate" to try and justify their OWN hate (u know the tactic)? doesn't justify what we're doing. many of tumblr's "rules" and widespread beliefs? are inherently prejudist.

and neurodivergent ppl can just... eat this stuff up. me personally? i'm ALWAYS having to ask others "is this okay" or "am i doing this right"? it's really hard to make confident decisions on my own. so i would see "rules" as a godsend. something to trust in.

not realising that the same type of authoritarian, control-freak mentalities that exist in like... government? are also in these marginalised communities.

not to call anyone out, but i ran into yet another person with an absolutely silly dni today (ftr they seemed like a rly sweet, at most confused, younger person doin their best). but they literally were like "if someone i follow is bad, please lmk"... like? while on the surface that might seem like "oh i wanna know if someone i rb from is a secret terf" etc? i can't help but see it as "i dont know the rules! plz tell me the rules!!! i wanna do the right thing". bc i'm sorry. i see this stuff too much from atypical peeps.

there was a lot of confusing stuff in this dni. another being "if you believe there can be racism against white ppl, please dni" (the user claimed to be white btw). like... honestly? this one makes me wanna scream. bc what ppl call "racism" is usually just "prejudice". and YES prejudice actually DOES happen against white folk. your statement is an example. seriously tired of marginalised communities excusing their prejudices simply bc they're poc or gay or just whatever. like if you CHOOSE to make excuses for why hating someone based on their race or gender or sexuality is okay? you're excusing prejudice.

it even gets extra silly w the less serious "rules". like i'll see things like "no self-shipping" (its fictional), "no problematic character love" (its fictional), "you must set up/format your blog in this way" (its not your say, so if u dont like someones blog just unfollow/block omg). just a lotta weird "rules" where i KNOW these ppl got em from other cutthroat, authoritarian, self-proclaimed "good people". "no racists" is a rule that makes sense. but "no vtuber shipping"??? are... are u kidding? u know that anime youtubers are designed to be horny, right? lol... i just see a lotta stuff. too much demonizing and over WHAT? it's ridiculous.

PLEASE! for the love of GOD just TRY and use context and individual judgement. and i say this ESPECIALLY to other neurodivergent ppl. bc i get that it's really hard for ppl like us. but...

i guess i'm just tired of seeing so much hate being disguised as justice and love. and i'm tired of atypical ppl's trust being taken advantage of. i'm tired of blind rulefollowing. if tumblr communities should teach you anything, it's to be critical and analytical of morality. i know it can be difficult, but please just THINK.

#not all atypical ppl fall into this #im more just talkin about ppl like me #if you read this as hateful towards neurodivergent ppl #you really screwed up lol #long

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CEO SVT | wonwoo - fast pace

disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doig, i didn’t proofread this or anything, i feel weird formatting it to look niceish when it’s bad but imma try anyways, i changed up minor details a bit into it and a good bit of it was written when i was half asleep so if you notice something’s wonky ignore it and/or lmk so i can fix it thanks. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER consider this somewhat of an intro i couldve just made it one long part since the next one is gonna be him too but oh well

summary: everything moves fast when you’re the ceo of a large company. you never have time to waste and when you want something, you get it. what do you do when what you want might not be used to the same lifestyle as you?

seokmin always had weird requests. it was nothing unusual for him to send you, somewhat of an assistant to him, on wild goose chases for random purposes. for that reason, you weren't particularly surprised when he told you to go to a small bookstore across town and buy exactly 15 copies of "The Case of The Missing Heart," a new murder mystery book that had just been published about a week before. you didn't bother questioning it like you might have back when you had just started here. you just grabbed your drink and purse, stood up from your desk, and smiled. "sure, boss." was the only reply you gave him, somewhat hummed in a tone of clear amusement, but he didn't seem to care. he flashed a pearly grin, sent you a wave, and turned back into his office as you turned to leave. there was nothing else to it.

soon enough there you were, scouring the relatively empty bookstore for your boss's most recent questionable request, and you found it. it had probably already been half an hour since you'd left work, you figured he'd probably expect you back in another half hour, and while you doubted he'd care too much, you still didn't want to be late. if you could call it late, that was. with that thought crowding your mind, you quickly snatched a book, then two, then three off the shelves. you would've continued, had you not been distracted by subtle movement out of the corner of your eyes.

standing there, to your utter surprise, was the grim reaper. or, well, you assumed it was more likely a very tall man under a grim-reaper cape, staring down at a game. a game that looked rather familiar from the corner of your eye, and with a risky glance away from the hooded figure and towards the game he was pulling off the shelf, you understood why.

"I worked on that game," you mused aloud, not entirely understanding why you felt the need to tell the grim reaper your life story. but it was too late to do anything about it now, wasn't it? he stilled for a moment, shocked, but slowly turned his head to look at you. you were pretty sure that somewhere under all that thick black fabric, you saw the glint of some silver-rimmed glasses and a few curls of hair.

"You did?" he asked, and if you were to give the grim reaper a voice, it would've probably been something similar to that. your mind briefly flashed back to the scene in goblin where eun-tak asked the goblin if he was the goblin in the library, but you smartly decided against recreating that for fear he might kill you. internally, you gasped. were you already dead? what if this was a test?

wonwoo, on the other hand, was horribly amused. he felt bad, finding amusement in a girl's struggles, but judging by the look on her face, she knew he caught her as soon as she saw his face. he lazily, reached up, finding no reason to continue hiding his identity anymore, and slipped his hood off. she seemed even more stunned. he almost had to bite his lip to hold his smile back, but he somehow managed to keep it at bay without such a show of amusement. she was cute, he noted, but she was also a liar. Wonwoo was friends with the creator of this game, had even made a few appearances to help when he could.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you working when i was there." he said. it was interesting, a change in character that any of his friends would've mocked for months had they seen it, but something about the awkward, familiar energy (familiar in the sense that in some way, she reminded him of himself) she held calmed him. he couldn't explain it, or really understand it, but he could tell she was nothing to be afraid of, she didn't have it in her to tell anyone that he was different around her than his image would suggest. nor did she have the guts to argue, which was also comforting because, well, neither did he.

contrary to his beliefs though, she felt a fire ignite in her veins at his words. the tips of her ears flushed red in embarrassment and she glanced around to make sure nobody was listening in. to her relief, there was nobody around.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you while i was working on it either. as someone credited on the back of the game, you'd think i'd recognize you if you were there." you hissed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. it wasn't a particularly harsh hiss, but there was no denying the slightly confrontational diction you chose, and he was taken aback just as were you. you, of course, were proud of your work, didn't want that credit stolen from you by some grim-reaper cosplayer who just happened to go shopping and decided to pretend he knew everything about everything- you shut yourself up, knowing you should stop before you made yourself any angrier.

you knew you weren't exactly confrontational, and soon enough the adrenaline of your little outburst had passed and you were slowly cowering back to, avoiding his eyes and looking back to your bookshelf.

"what's your name?" he asked quietly, after quite a few moments of silent staring on his side, flipping the game to see the credits. you said you were on there, and of course you should know your own name.

you shot him a look out of the corner of your eyes, collecting more books off the shelf one at a time. "Why, so you can stalk me? i don't think so."

"oh, so you're admitting that you're not in the game credits?

"I never said that." you bit quietly, frowning to yourself. at this point, he had a bit of a frown on his lips as well. well, at least until he noticed the book you were pulling off the shelf.

"well, i published that book you seem to want so many copies of."

at this point, he was just being an ass. you knew for sure you didn't like this grim reaper. you weren't going to tell some random man off the streets your name, give him more opportunity to find and kill you, and he didn't seem to like that so he decided to mock you. well, it didn't sound like mocking when it fell from his lips but you could tell a mocking word choice when you heard one. you dished out a lot of them yourself, rather than actually confronting people.

"yeah, and i wrote it." you grumbled. with one big, bad idea of a swoop, you somehow managed to catch the rest of the 15 books that somehow fit on that shelf before you used your arm as a makeshift windshield wiper to knock them all in your pile and scurried off. but even though your encounter was brief, somewhat of a reserved argument between reserved people, it left him deep in thought. curious. wondering. and, of course needing that game more than ever before.

and then that was the end of it. you got back to work, followed seokmin's orders and studied more on game creation with the help of both him and the team working for him. you forgot about the cute but obnoxious grim reaper boy and continued on with day to day life. three months passed, to be a little more exact, until the next game launched, and seokmin threw a party. you were still too new to have experienced one of the launch parties before, but he always invited the people he worked most closely with and, of course, his friends. it was somewhat of a small event though, at least in comparison to the expectations you had for such a highly coveted event. or, at least you assumed it was because of the guest list. you didn't know much about your boss' personal life, but it was impossible not to know about seokmin's 12 high-end ceo friends because all of the young women in the building seemed to have a favorite. jeonghan was the name you heard the most. you weren't sure what he did, but you didn't doubt that he was probably gorgeous.

you just didn't find the time to look into it, as you were just finishing up school and devoting all extra time to your job as seokmin's assistant. you started out as an intern, but he liked your drive, your goals, and so he offered you a real job to help pay the bills and get you more experience. he didn't have to help you, but he did and you weren't going to make him regret it.

due to that, this would be your first time meeting any of his friends. you were a little nervous, but you felt the same way meeting anyone. rich, famous, cute as they may have been, you wouldn't let it make you any more nervous than usual. you had little time to be very interested in them, and they would never be interested in you anyways, you're just seokmin's assistant so what would be the purpose of it? theres no sense getting any more nervous around them than you would your mom's friends.

that thought, and any other, cleared when you walked in. it seemed normal. lavish, but that was to be expected. but before you had much of a chance to take in the decorations, you were swept into the madness by a familiar coworker.

time moved quickly, you were never granted with enough seconds to form proper thoughts or observations, feeling like a human hot potato as your coworkers passed you from conversation to conversation- which half the time you could only pretend to know shit about- each keeping you only until they found someone else to entertain themselves with. many of whom had already had just enough alcohol for everyone to tell they were drinking. it was somewhat entertaining, you thought as you finally snuck off to a corner off behind the snack table, slowly consuming a donut you grabbed off it in your escape. at least, until you bumped into something. originally, you thought it was a pole at first, or maybe a rather un-leafy plant, but upon feeling it stumble further back with a gasp, you realized it wasn't. with a squeak of surprise, you jumped around (almost tripping thanks to the heel on the back of your shoes) reaching to help catch the boy, but he had already caught himself and so you reaching for someone who wasn't actually falling caused you to fall, right into his chest.

he caught you with his hands on your upper arms, catching you with the tip of your nose mere centimeters away from smearing your foundation all over his pristine black suit jacket.

your breath is caught, a lump in your already-tight throat because you're so afraid that if you move at all you'll ruin his outfit. so you don't move. he moves you. slowly, he pushes you back up into your feet, neither of you meeting each other's eyes until you're steady, a safe distance away from him and his expensive looking suit.

oh, but when you do meet each other's eyes, all hell breaks loose between you. it takes mere seconds for you to recognize him, seconds of silently wondering where you recognized his face from until you unintentionally gasp aloud, "grim reaper!" at the same time as he gasps in a similar tone "bookstore girl!"

#seventeen #ceo svt #dont know wtf to title this so ill leave it at that lmfao #maybe like #the circle #is ehat theyre called #sounds ominous #kinda like it husg bc of rhsf

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2whipped4haz-and-tom · 6 years

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Tom, you bitch (Platonic Harrison Osterfield x Reader)

asdfghjkl ive had this idea for a while and im so glad i finally wrote it!!!! i hope you guys enjoy this!!!!!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Platonic Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of breakups, mentions of sex, mentions of prostitution (if theres anything else you guys see that i should warn against, lmk please)

MASTERLIST

“You act like I do it on purpose!”

“At this point it seems like you do! It’s like you purposely forget our plans just to go hang out with other people!”

“That’s only happened twice,” Tom said, holding up two fingers, then three. “In the three years we’ve dated! Every other time it’s been a meeting or an audition. I don’t do it on purpose!”

“You’re Tom fucking Holland, you can say no to a meeting and they’ll just re-fucking-schedule it! Hell, you can even say no to an audition and those people will still chase after you!”

“I can’t reschedule any of my meetings!”

“Of course you can’t. Every time I get mad at you, it’s for something that you can’t fix! ‘I can’t do this babe, what’s my manager going to think?’, ‘I know it’s my day off but it’s a four hour drive babe I’m way too tired, I just can’t.’ ‘I can’t, my brothers and Harrison wanna go out for drinks, I’ll have to take a rain check babe.’ But I have to take that four hour drive, even after a full day of uni, then work, then my second job that I have to pay my fucking bills, in order to answer a booty call for a man who doesn’t seem like he wants to make the effort for a real fucking relationship!”

“You always throw the fact that you have two jobs in my face.” His voice was bitter.

“Because you’re so stuck in your world that you forget some of us don’t make millions by pretending to be other people.”

“Oh get over yourself, Y/N. You act like it’s my fault you grew up with a pathetic mother who could only pay her bills by selling her body to strange men.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice sounded small and quiet.

“Fuck, no. Y/N.”

“Those words really came out of your mouth, didn’t they?” You took two steps towards Tom and he flinched at the anger and hurt in your voice. “You really just threw my shitty childhood in my face?”

“No-”

“No? So now you’re going to lie to me?” You inwardly cursed yourself for the crack in your voice. You were not going to cry in front of Tom. You weren’t going to show him how much he hurt you.

“No, babe. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Tom shouted, his own voice cracking. Tears started streaming down his face and he made no move to wipe them off his face.

“I’m gonna leave.” You said, grabbing your bag from the kitchen counter and walking. Tom started chasing you.

“Babe, please stop. Please I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it-”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot. I’m an asshole. You were telling the truth, all of it was true and I got all fucking butt-hurt over it and I said a shitty thing. I’m an asshole, babe, please just stay. Be mad at me but please stay, please. I swear I won’t talk for the rest of the night, or the rest of the week or however long you want, just stay.” Tom was almost on his knees as he begged for you.

You wanted to stay, you did, but those words he said echoed. If he thought your mother was pathetic, what did he think of you? She raised you, all by herself, so of course you probably acted just like her. That must mean he thought you just as pathetic as her, right?

You stormed out of the door, slamming it shut and quickly running outside. You had no idea where you were going to go. You didn’t have any family in London and at this moment, your Tom Holland loving friends probably weren’t going to be much help.

You started walking down the road, and half an hour later, you were far away from Tom and his hurtful words.

Your phone rang, and you ignored it, thinking it was Tom. When it rang a second time, you realized it probably wasn’t Tom, since you had a special ringtone for him (a recording of him singing your favorite song, which you got after months of begging).

You picked up the call and was relieved to see that it was only Harrison.

“Haz.” You sighed out.

“Hey, Y/N.” Harrison said over the phone. His voice was soft and comforting, something that you really needed at the moment. “I know since I’m Tom’s best friend, you probably won’t want to see me right now-”

“No! I want to see you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Come on over then. Its way too cold to be out there this long.” You made it to Harrison’s house in no time at all.

Harrison was waiting outside for you and when you stepped in front of him, he hugged you. He led you inside and got you a cup of tea and a blanket, then practically dragged you to the sofa and sat you down.

Harrison didn’t even let out one word before you started crying, your tears spilling into your tea. You recounted the story to Harrison, but he already knew the whole situation.

Tom had called Harrison the moment that the door slammed in his face. Tom cried into the phone as he told his best friend what happened.

“She loves you. What the hell could you have possibly have said that made her run away?”

“I said her mother was pathetic.”

“Tom-”

“And then I said it wasn’t my fault she had a mother who was a prostitute.”

“Tom, you bitch.”

Tom flinched at the insult.

“I’ll talk to talk to her, but not for you.” Harrison did not hesitate to show his anger over the phone. His friend was in the wrong and he sure as hell was going to let him know. “Don’t you dare try to call her. You will leave her alone until she’s ready to talk to you.”

“Harrison, just please let her know how sorry I am. Tell her I love her.”

“Bye Tom.” Harrison said, hanging up without waiting for Tom’s answer. After that he called you, and now here you guys were.

He held you as you cried and ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.

You broke from the embrace and looked into Harrison’s eyes. “Do I forgive him?”

The loyal friend in him told him to say yes, that you should give Tom as many chances as he needed. But his loyalty to you conflicted with his to Tom. He found himself saying, “You do whatever makes you feel good.”

You shook your head. “I need more than that.”

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up taller in his seat. “You and Tom are some of my bestest friends in the world. I love you both equally, meaning if you feel like breaking up with Tom, I will be there every step of the way to help him and you.”

“I don't… I don’t think I want to break up with him. I know he loves me… I just made him angry. I say hurtful shit when I’m angry too, so I can’t get mad at the fact that he said what he said. I just wish he never said it.”

“Tom loves you, Y/N. I’ve never seen him as crazy about someone as he is about you. He’s an asshole, and maybe he doesn’t deserve you to forgive him for this. But he does love you, and I know that when he says he’s sorry, he means it. But like I said, honey, you do whatever it is you feel is best for you. My shoulder will stay right here.”

Harrison said nothing else and just let you think about everything he said. He tended to your every need, getting you a snack even when you denied it and getting you more tea when your last cup was all gone. It was one in the morning before Harrison suggested you both head to bed. He took the sofa and let you sleep in his bed.

The next morning, Harrison woke up and found that you were gone. You left a note, telling him that you were going to talk to Tom, but Harrison called anyway.

“I’m okay, Haz.” You answered immediately.

“How are you getting to Tom’s place?”

“I’m taking a bus, dad. I’m safe.” You said, smiling at Harrison’s overprotectiveness.

“So… what did you decide?” He asked, then cursed himself. One: he didn’t deserve an answer; two: talking to Tom didn’t mean that you came up with a decision; and three: this wasn’t something you talked about on the phone.

“I don’t think breaking up with him is necessary. I love him too much to let him go after one argument.”

“Y/N, can I just suggest one thing?”

“Of course, Haz.”

“Maybe you and Tom need more communication. This all might have been avoided if you talked to Tom more often about how you felt and if he talked to you about how he felt.”

You nodded your head before realizing that Harrison couldn’t see that. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks again Harrison, I owe you big.”

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When the bus arrived to your stop, you got off and walked the couple blocks it took to get to Tom’s house. You were contemplating what you were going to say to him.

Should you attack and demand that he treat you like a queen? Or should you walk into this rationally, and tell him how much he hurt you and why? Or maybe, you guys just fuck it out and never speak of it again?

Your anxiety over the situation really made you want to choose answer choice C.

When you arrived to the house, you knocked very softly on the door. After waiting five minutes, you decided that you needed to knock just a smidge harder. Tom heard the knock that time and swung the door open.

“Y/N!” He hugged you then broke from the embrace just as quickly as he got into it. “Sorry, I know you’re mad. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He stepped aside and let you into the living room.

“Okay,” Tom said when you both were settled in the living room, cups of tea in your hands. “Now, let’s talk.”

And talk you did.

Even though you were dreading the conversation all throughout the bus ride, it wasn’t as bad as you expected. There was a reason you and Tom fell in love; you both understood each other on a different level.

Things would change now, and they would change for the better, because you and Tom were just too perfect for each other to have it any other way.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland fic #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x reader #platonic #spiderman homecoming #marvel cast #queue gotta die sometime #angst #tom holland angst

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