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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Stuffies

PART 3! Sick Cuddles!

Description: You are in sick and need of lot of hugs and cuddles!

or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.

Pairing(s): NONE!

Word Count: 2,436

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: So sorry for the long wait, I am super happy to be writing again! Enjoy the fluff~

Part One Part Two

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This was the worst ever. You would think the common cold had no place in the Devildom but how wrong you were.

You coughed into your forearm and groaned. “Whyyy me,” you moaned.

Lucifer sighed. “Because you decided to go on a midnight stroll with Mammon. With no coat, might I add.”

You glared halfheartedly at him, but he glared ten times stronger back. He was too powerful. You sniffled and melted back into your bed, laying against a stack of stuffed animals and fluffed up pillows. Everything was sore, and you were freezing. So cold that even the multitude of fluffiness around you did nothing.

The Avatar of Pride hovered over you, his arms crossed and stern looking. “Just rest for now. I have Solomon preparing some medicine that you’ll be able to take.”

You stiffened. “So-solomon…?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. While his food is terribly inedible, he is one of the best potion makers we have around. I trust him in this.”

“You won’t let me die, will you Luci?” you said, then sneezed violently. So bad your entire head shook.

He made a disgusted face, but afterward he nodded at your question. “I won’t let you die.”

You reached a hand out, clenching and unclenching it, and whispered, “Come here.”

Lucifer looked a little scared at first, because Lucifer did not seem to like anything to do with colds at all, but he did lean down, probably feeling bad for you. So you took your chance and grabbed his oversized sleeve and tugged. He wasn’t ready for that and stumbled into your bed, and you held on to him like he was a giant stuffie. You hummed at his warmth.

“What are you doing!?” he shouted, struggling immediately. He was clearly not trying to hurt you but also trying to get out of your clutches. He pulled back far enough to be able to look at your sickly expression and furrowed his brows.

You shushed him, “My head hurts, I’m cold, just snuggle me for a bit… please?” Being sick was awful, and all you wanted was a hug. Couldn’t he allow you that much?

Lucifer was the only brother you hadn’t gotten a pact from yet, so you couldn’t exactly force him (not like anyone else would reject your hugs, especially Belphie or Asmo).

Lucifer was stiff and looking out of place in his full outfit while you were in pajamas and a haphazard blanket thrown over you. Still, soon enough he sighed for the umpteenth time as he looked at your face, which you hoped showed the misery you were feeling. “I will allow you ten minutes. That is all I will allow, understand?”

That was plenty enough time, you would no doubt fall asleep by then. He hummed. His hand came to rest on your lower back a moment later. Then he scooted backwards until he was sitting partially up on the bed, and you lay in his lap instead.

You smiled and pulled your blanket over yourself more and pressed your face into his chest, feeling his body heat start to overcome your own coldness. “Thank you.”

“Rest now. Your medicine will be here soon.”

You fell asleep to his soft touches on your head and back, warm and comforted.

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“Noooo…” you cried. You clutched to your chest Po and avoided the spoonful of medicine being pushed at you. “It stiiiinks…”

Solomon sighed. Luke laughed. They both came by to check on you, and Solomon to drop off the potion. It wasn’t going so well for you at all. But, Luke was like an cuddle bug and because he was an Angel this sickness couldn’t get to him so you could snuggle him, too. He currently lay beside you, giggling.

“You have to drink it, or you won’t get any better,” Solomon said. He tried to push the spoon at you again, but you pursed your lips together and moved your head.

“I can just sleep it off, please don’t make me,” you sniffled.

Luke pet your arm. “Solomon, isn’t there any other way?”

“No, Luke, she has to drink this. Twice a day. For the next three days.”

You sobbed. “Why meee…”

The door burst open, and in came Beel. His twin was being dragged right behind him. “I heard you were sick. Are you eating?”

Belphie yawned. “I can put you to sleep, too,” he murmured. He took a seat on the other side of the bed, and over took your pillows and stuffies. You let him, he was warm and smelled like chamomile and it was comforting.

The sorcerer in the room sighed from where he stood at your bedside, hovering with a potion bottle in one hand and spoonful of the same substance in the other. He looked frustrated, but that didn’t mean you felt sympathy. You were not taking that stuff. “She just needs to drink this and go to bed. A little help would be great,” he said dryly.

Beel frowned at the potion. “It smells.”

You nodded sadly.

“But if she has to,” Beel continued.

You gasped. “Beel, no!” You were betrayed.

Belphie chuckled. “Here we go.”

What did that mean?

Suddenly, Beel was on the bed on his knees. You were so shocked you gasped, and in that shock he had taken the spoon from Solomon and shoved it between your open lips. You tried to move away before anything could happen, but his hand held the back of your head and his hand was so big and he was so strong you were defeated.

You swallowed, and then cried. Belphie and Luke both hushed you and pet your head and arms, Beel getting off the bed and doing the same.

“That—was—icky!” you cried. Your mouth tasted like sour candy, and you hated sour candy.

Beel shushed you. “You did such a good job,” he said. He put his hand on your forehead, and it was hot. “You need to rest, your fever is high and you need to sleep. Belphie?”

“On it,” the younger twin said.

You were put on your side, Belphie behind you, and Luke took this as his time to move. He frowned at you but let the twins do their job. Still, he handed you Po, who had fallen off the bed, and you thanked him.

Belphie’s voice was in your ear, and you couldn’t recall what he was saying exactly but the intention was clear: go to sleep. And you did, with a terrible taste in your mouth.

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“She looks so pale, poor lovely,” Asmo pouted.

“We should give her something to eat,” Beel said.

“Can she even eat?” Mammon asked.

“Of course she can, dufus,” Satan responded. “She can have broths and tea, and probably some crackers and juice. And of course she needs to rehydrate so lots of water.”

You felt surrounded and like a Zoo animal. You were laying on the common room sofa, having had 2 days of drinking Solomon’s nasty potion and lots of bedrest. Lucifer gave you permission to leave the bedroom as long as you stayed in this one room.

So of course, everyone came to see you. You came in around noon after waking up late, and had been in here quietly for a few hours before they came home from RAD.

“Ah, she looks so cute with her stuffed doggy, though, doesn’t she?”

You whimpered when Asmo said that, and pressed your face into Fido’s belly. He just cooed again. You didn’t know what it was, but right then you just wanted to be left alone and to breathe. You’d been cramped in your room for so long and now you felt cramped again. You felt a tear slip out of your eye, and tried to push yourself further into the couch.

“Enough. She needs to rest still. You all need to stop hovering around her and speaking as if she is not there.”

Lucifer came in the room and Simeon was behind him with a tray. The Angel had come over to check up on you and make sure you were taking your medicine as Solomon was out on an errand for Diavolo as of yesterday.

The brothers mumbled but moved away, wandering around the room.

“Sit up, please,” Simeon asked gently. You did, with some help from him maneuvering your blankets and pillows. He gently wiped at your cheek from the little tear drops that fell, and gave you a soft smile. “Here you go, darling,” he said, setting down over your lap a tray with warm soup and water. There was also a cup of steaming tea that smelled of honey.

“This is the last one and you have to take it.” Lucifer handed a potion bottle to Simeon along with a spoon, the Angel having taken a knee beside you. “She won’t do it herself, so you must force it on her.”

You glared at Lucifer, and he just raised a brow back but you saw a small smirk on his lips. He was not wrong…

Looking around at the brothers doing little things, Satan pretending to read, Asmo looking at his reflection in his hand held mirror but occasionally looking over at you, Beel and Mammon talking but pausing and glancing over at you and then acting all flustered when they saw you noticing them. It was overwhelming, and you still felt a little embarrassed being sick and fussed over like this.

You grabbed Fido and squeezed him for comfort.

Simeon hummed. “They’re just worried, lamb.”

You nodded. “I know, I’m just…”

“Tired? Wanting to be well again?” he guessed.

You nodded again. “Yeah…”

“Poor dear.” He pet your hair from your cheeks, and felt your forehead. “Still a bit warm, but you shouldn’t have a fever as of tomorrow.” He held out the spoonful of terror with an angelic smile. “One more, okay?”

You sniffled. “Okay…” You let him spoon feed you the potion, and you swallowed it with a grimace. He gave you water and you swished it around to which Simeon just laughed. “Ugh.”

Lucifer took the potion back from him. “Drink your tea and eat the soup. What you can’t stomach tell Mammon take away, this is partly his fault after all.” He titled his head at Mammon, who fussed but agreed. “And drink all the water as well, you’re obviously dehydrated.”

“I will, I promise.”

Lucifer gave his nod of acceptance. “Good girl. Simeon, let’s leave her be. She’ll be watched by my brothers for now.”

Simeon bid you a soft goodbye and a get well soon. Then it was time to eat. You struggled a bit, but ate half the soup and drank all the water. The tea was nice and tasted good, felt good on your throat, too.

Beel helped you settled back down while Mammon took the tray away. You thanked Beel for adjusting your blankets and pillows so they were fluffed up. He said, “I do it for Belphie’s bed all the time. Sometimes he forgets, and his neck hurts the next day.”

Satan glanced over at the tray before Mammon took it to set on a table in the corner of the room. “Not bad,” the blonde demon said. He quickly took a spot at the end of the sofa, and put your feet in his lap. “You should have eaten more, but that will do I suppose.”

You giggled when he tickled your ankle. “I’m full, Satan, I can’t eat anymore.”

Asmo half sat at the head of the couch, and he started to play with your hair. “Don’t force her to have any more or she might throw up.”

You tilted your head to let Asmo begin braiding your locks. “Mmm…” It was luring you into sleep, the soft touches on your scalp. Also the full stomach helped with that.

Asmo smiled down at you. “Go to sleep, dear,” he said. “The best medicine is a full 8 hours of beauty sleep~”

“No it isn’t,” Mammon said, leaning over the couch. “The best medicine is laughter.”

“Well, are you going to tell her a joke then?” Satan asked.

They proceeded to argue back and forth, and you yawned. There wasn’t time to ask them to stop, because sleep was coming fast. “Goo’night.”

They stopped arguing, and gave you soft ‘goodnights’ of their own. Even though it was 4 in the afternoon… And you went to sleep just like that.

When you woke up that night, you had been put back into your bed. Beside you lay your favorite trio of stuffies, Louie, Po, and Fido, and on the nightstand was a glass of water. You reached for the water and drank it all.

The clock said it was an hour past midnight. You were sleepy, but not from the sickness. In fact, you felt much better. But you wanted to cuddle someone…

You crept out of you room, after grabbing the smallest stuffie, Louie, to take, and knocked on Levi’s door. He was the one up at this hour a lot just like Lucifer.

“Password?”

You smiled and gave it. He heard your voice and opened the door, and was shocked to see you. “I—are you still sick, are you okay? Do you need anything? Water, or maybe some more tea? Lucifer told me that tea makes your throat feel better when humans are sick—”

“Levi,” you stopped him before he really rambled. You reached for him and hugged him. “Can I sleep in your tub-bed with you?”

He flinched, but then relaxed and hugged you back. “S-sure, c-come on it. I wasn’t going to bed soon because I have a game releasing in an hour but I can still cuddle you?”

You hummed, that sounded nice. “’kay…”

He climbed into his tub first, and then reached for you to lift you up and lay you in with him. Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. It took some expert maneuvering but you found a spot right between his shoulder and neck and snuggled in, Louie tucked in your arm. It was soft and warm. He put a fleece blanket over you both and that was even better.

Levi’s hand went up and down your back. “Sleep, little one,” he said, unlike him in the moment. He pet your hair and a soft rumble came from his chest.

The blue light from his fish tanks gave you a strange comfort and it lulled you to sleep along with his caresses. You did hate being sick, but all the cuddles were a big benefit.

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frobisher-smythe · 4 years

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The Reawakening

Chapter 1: House of Arrivals

Summary: When the Anubis kids return to school, they find themselves one member short. Sibuna is determined to discover why Nina has not returned and Eddie is just as motivated to keep them from the truth. But the truth always comes out eventually, and the Paragon/Osirian duo might just need their friends' help to survive. ______________________________________________ Basically, this is exploring the Chosen pair and what that means while introducing a new mystery at the house. I've had this idea since season 3 first aired and I was disappointed by the plot, so this is how I believe the series should have continued. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1189

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“So, no one has been able to get in contact with her?”

Amber’s voice rang out as they walked into the drama lounge. Everyone shook their heads.

“Even you, Fabian?” The boy shrugged his shoulders.

“We talked over the holiday, but it’s been nothing for a few weeks now. She would’ve said something if she knew she wasn’t coming back, I know it.”

The others gave Fabian sympathetic looks. They were all worried about Nina, but he was the most distraught, especially after Amber’s comment about him not making the America trip. It wasn’t his fault plane tickets were ridiculously expensive, even if Nina’s gran offered their home for him to stay. Right?

A ping on his computer brought Fabian out of his thoughts.

“Guys! She’s messaged me back!”

They all crowded around him with inquires, though Fabian’s excitement soon deflated once he read the message.

“It just says she couldn’t come back.”

“Well, ask her why, dufus,” Patricia’s comment was shushed quickly while they waited for the typing symbol to appear.

“Really, Fabian? Double texting?” Fabian shook his head at Amber in response. Finally, the little dots showed up and Fabian, along with the rest of Sibuna, almost held his breath. He knew there was probably some logical explanation, but his mind couldn’t help but wander to Joy and her disappearance, all because she was the believed Chosen One.

“She says there’s a letter? I don’t know what she’s talking about,”

“Maybe I should try messaging her,” Amber wondered out loud. “I’m very good at interpreting Nina,”

“Oh, shut up, Amber,” Patricia quipped, which earned her a huff from Amber and a harmless push from Alfie.

“Maybe it hasn’t come yet. Or maybe aliens took the memory of the letter from you and--” The ramblings of Alifre were cut short by a less harmless shove from Jerome.

“‘Ask Eddie’?” Fabian read. What did that mean? Eddie was his roommate, surely if he had a letter to give, he would have done by now. He thought back and realized that Eddie had been acting strangely. He was quiet when he’d arrived, and hadn’t joined in the uproar when Mr. Sweet told them of Nina’s departure. Still, all of that had to be just coincidence.

“Where is Eddie, anyways?” Alfie piped up. “Why isn’t he Sibuna-ing? Y’know because of that stuff from last term? The Oraden or whatever,”

“The Osirian,” Jerome supplied.

“He said he was staying after to get the homework,”

“Homework? Eddie?” Patricia sputtered. “Definitely not. I say confront him,”

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he? Why don’t you do it?” said Jerome with he signature smirk. Patricia faltered.

“I’ll do it,” Fabian spoke up, still staring at the screen. “After classes,”

Conversation between FabianRR and NinaM22

FabianRR: Why aren’t you back at school?

NinaM22: I couldn’t go back.

FabianRR: Why not?

FabianRR: Hello??

NinaM22: My gran. Look, the letter explains everything.

FabianRR: What letter?

NinaM22: Ask Eddie.

NinaM22 has signed off.

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Eddie sighed as he listened to Ms. Andrews prattled on about the French homework. He’d asked her about it, despite being fluent, in order to escape the Sibuna meeting he knew was about Nina. It was bad enough he would have to lie to them when asked questions about her whereabouts, but he’d also misplaced the letter Nina had written to help answer questions.

“Will that be all?” Ms. Andrews spoke.

Eddie shook his head out of his thoughts. “Yes, Ms., thank you,”

If avoiding Sibuna was this difficult already, he had no idea how he was going to make through the rest of term. Hopefully, everything would soon be sorted and he wouldn’t have to.

This summer, Eddie had gone to Cleveland to visit Nina, with the intention of figuring out this Osirian stuff. It was great, at first. He found that despite all their differences, Nina and Eddie got on really well. She told him stories of the house, of finding artifacts that made up the cup, about how Senkhara came to use Sibuna. He felt included. It didn’t last.

Things went wrong when they tried to discover what they could do as the Chosen pair. Victor Sr.’s ghost had told Nina of their duty to protect the world, but not how nor from what. With Nina’s naturally curious personality, she thought it would be good to test it. Eddie couldn’t blame her, of course. She was tired of being afraid of the abilities she knew she had.

The first time Eddie had ever felt a pull like the ones he’d been given at the house was when he was still at school in America with his mom. He’d been in school and suddenly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sit still. He needed to go somewhere, do something, but he didn’t know what. When he rushed out of the classroom, it had been the last straw in his generally unruly behavior and he was expelled. Through their swapping of stories, Eddie realized that this was the same day Nina had been trapped by Rufus and put the Cup together. It was his first Osirian instinct and, oddly enough, paved the way for his coming to Amun and meeting Nina.

If only their little summer test had such fate. They found they could connect on a deep level by concentrating on each other. It took some getting used to, after the first time Eddie could feel Nina’s emotions, just the same as she could his. It was weird, knowing someone that deeply when you had just met mere months ago. But it was also exhilarating. His purpose was clear and for the first time he felt like his duty of protecting her wasn’t impossible.

“Eddie!” someone’s voice rang out, interrupting his thoughts.

He glanced up to see Patricia rushing towards him, brow furrowed.

“I called you like three times, what’s up with you,”

“Sorry,” Eddie said, putting on a fake smirk. “Just in my head,”

“In your head? And what was with the staying behind for homework? It’s only the second day,” He shrugged his shoulders as his girlfriend prattled on. Normally, he loved listening to her ridiculous rants, but lately, after everything that happened, he couldn’t focus on much else beyond Nina. The sick feeling he’d felt in the classroom, the days when she was missing, and when she put the Mask of Anubis on -- it was constant now. He needed to fix this.

“Eddie! Are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, yacker, I, uh, am not feeling well, I’ll see you later,”

He sped up and went on into class, sitting next to someone from a different house. The rest of the day he kept his head down, avoiding his friends. Logically, he knew it was probably a bad idea; he needed to act normal. Emotionally, however, he didn’t have the energy to care. He figured he could get through a quiet dinner at the house, and then message Nina. The sooner they figure this out and she could come back to school, the better.

His plans were interrupted as soon as he got to the house, with Fabian glaring at him in the entryway.

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A/N: Ayy that's the first chapter!! The next one will be up on Sunday 2/16! I've had this idea literally since literally 2014 and am super excited to finally write it. I've always been dissatisfied with the way season three went and the excuse of the Chosen One and the Osirian not being able to be near each other got my younger self thinking. I really hope you enjoy this and get lost in the mystery that's to come!! Let me know what you think!!

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slbp-secret-cupid · 5 years

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A little note from @faeriesplaygames to @yoolee!

My darling Lee! How fortunate was I to pull your name in the V-day exchange? At long last, my time to shower our goose princess with a little love has come!

I thought of you and I thought of your motto for the new year.

Fight Like A Goose!

And I thought to myself, of all the dear 2D folk we read about and adore and whom you find yourself affectionate toward, who would be the most likely to jump on board with that motto. And the person I could see was none other than our earnest, always ready for a fight, Yukimura. So here is a bit of modern fluff featuring one of your 2D husbands, with a special mini appearance by Saizo, since you've said they come as a pair for you. Hope you enjoy this incredibly ridiculous V-day gift!

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Reaching past your shoulder, Yukimura leaned in and tapped the keyboard. Curious, your gaze flicked sideways to his flaming cheeks and nervous expression before you focused on the screen in front of you. A somewhat generic but upbeat music began playing, with a driving beat behind it. The screen faded from black and resolved itself into a image of Yukimura, only this was a Yukimura you had never seen before.

Shaking his body smoothly to the beat, just a slight jerking of the hips and shoulders, nothing too fancy, he kept perfect time with the music. He wore his trademark color in the form of a t-shirt that was practically painted onto his muscular torso with your new motto emblazoned upon it. His snug jeans molded to thick, firm thighs and the combination was mouth-watering. Surrounding him were dozens of oversized, glitter-glazed donuts, sparkling under flashing lights.

You choked as a burst of laughter nearly tore its way from your throat. You covered it with a dry cough into your hand, smothering the smile you couldn't stop if you tried. What kind of wildly cute antic was this? A music video? Seriously?

Recovering, you tried to concentrate. Before your eyes, the screen changed to a close up of Yukimura from the waist up, raising his arms dramatically as the word, "Fight!" flashed over his head. In quick succession, two more images of him with larger and larger font over his head flashed. Fight, Fight, Fight!

You gasped as two geese appeared on your screen wearing bandanas to match Yukimura's shirt. This must be some kind of sorcery, some kind of cute voodoo. They seemingly bobbed their adorable heads in time to the music under a banner which read, "Like a goose!"

The sequence repeated itself a couple more times before returning to the original screen. Yukimura plucked something from the waistband of his jeans. He raised a glittery paper heart, miming his heart beating out of his chest in time to the music. The two geese waddled in from each side to flank him. As the music stopped suddenly, Yukimura winked and blew you a kiss, his hand pressing the paper heart over his own.

Unable to resist the impulse, you jumped out of your chair and flung your arms around the real live version of Yukimura standing anxiously beside you. You couldn't believe this silly, earnest, dufus of a man made you a music video with geese of all things, geese and glitter donuts. And all to show his support of you, to get on board with your motto for the new year. What a gem, what a treasure, what an absolute sweethear-

-Snapping awake suddenly, Yukimura blinked and shook his head. Looking around, he noticed Saizo reading nearby. He leapt to his feet as though driven by incredibly urgent matters.

"Saizo! Where do I find geese?! I need geese! For Lee!!"

"Do we now?" The man didn't even look up from his book at this. As though this were entirely normal and not at all strange or sudden or heck, impossible.

"Yes, this is IMPORTANT, Saizo! I have to train them. And I need glitter. And lights."

"Mhmm, yes, dear." An amused Saizo cut off his frantic babbling and gazed fondly at him.

Yukimura had a LOT of work to do. But for his Lee, their Lee? He could do it, he was postive. He was absolutely sure that between the two of them, they could do anything for Lee.

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So there you have it, modern Yukimura has a secret fantasy about being an idol and smooth AF. Please enjoy these outtakes of Sockimura in action. He was kind of a diva, to be honest. But the geese were 100% professionals.

#slbp #2019SLBPCupidExchange #slbp yukimura #faeriesplaygames #yoolee #fan...puppet?#fanfic

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hollanderwritings-blog · 6 years

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Happy Birthday you Idiot Tom Holland Imagine

@superholland Since you requested #12. You also told me your birthday is coming up once again happy early birthday :)

The morning sun light broke through the windows. Shining their beams on the sleeping pair.

Y/n grinned today was Tom’s birthday and she really wanted to make it special. The even better thing is hers was tomorrow knowing Tom she knew he had something planned.

Y/n carefully slipped out of bed trying her best not wake her sleeping boyfriend.

Tip toeing downstairs she began to make breakfast in the kitchen. Tom loved pancakes and waffles. However he craved her recipe because she always put a secret ingredient honey and cinnamon.

Flipping each food item she gently placed them onto a plate. Then setting them on a tray.

She grinned and took them upstairs. Peaking her head in she was relieved to see that Tom was still sound asleep.

Cautiously she stepped towards the bed then resting the tray on the dresser.

Sitting on the bed beside Tom she nudged him softly. “Tom honey wake up.” He groaned and tried to shoo her away.

She huffed then got an idea walking over to his side of the bed she kneeled in front of him. Softly kissing his forehead then nose, cheeks and lastly his lips.

Tom grinned softly into the kissed and he pulled her into his arms making her squeal.

“Now that is something I’m excited to wake up to every morning love.”

Y/n smiled at him.

“Happy birthday Thomas I love you.”

“I love you more darling.” He responded pecking her lips.

They sat up and Y/n got the tray. “I made you breakfast which is your favorite.”

“Your pancakes and waffles are always the best.”

“Glad you think that now eat up birthday boy you’ve got a busy day planned.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Nope you’ll just have to find out.”

He pouted “Can I least have a kiss?”

“You don’t have to ask.” Y/n kissed his lips softly.

After they finished eating breakfast. Y/n practically was taking Tom to loads of places. Until their last stop was at his parents home.

Luckily his apartment was not that far from where his old home was.

“Is there a reason why we have come to my family home?”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

“It’s your birthday Thomas your family wanted to see you ! Especially your siblings.”

Stepping on the door step the door opened to reveal Nikki

“Oh! Come on in you both!”

“Happy birthday Thomas.”

“Thanks mom.” Tom said hugging his mother.

“Boys! Your brother has come to visit!”

Foot steps ran down the stairs and revealed 3 brothers and Paddy got to Tom first. Racing to give his older brother a bone crushing hug.

“Hey little man.”

“I hope you both are hungry I’ve made dinner.”

“Always happy to enjoy your meals mum.”

“Except her meatlo- ow!” Harry was interrupted by his twin elbowing him in the side.

After they managed to finally get through dinner,cake and presents. It was time for the couple to head home.

“Thanks again Nikki.”

“Oh it’s not a trouble dear I love seeing my future daughter in law.”

When they got home they noticed that it was pretty late.

“So do I get my gift or not?”

Y/n giggled at his question.

“Of course Tom I almost forgot.” Y/n then quickly ran upstairs to go grab his gift.

Bringing back town a box she handed it to him. He tore open the wrappings and revealed two tickets.

Plane tickets that were for Alaska. Tom said he always wanted to visit Alaska.

“Love how did you get these?”

Y/n shrugged. “I saved up savings and bought the tickets you said you always wanted to visit the state so I got them for your birthday.”

Tom pulled Y/n in for a bone crushing hug.

When the old grandfather lock chimed 12:00 am.

“You know Y/n since it’s now technically not my birthday anymore and it’s yours I thought I could give you your gift now.”

Tom then lowered onto one knee and Y/n gasped.

“I was planning to do this later but it seems now would be a good idea. Y/n I love you since the first moment we met at the dog park. I learned how much you love dogs as I do. You’ve helped me enjoy things in life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So will you do me the honor and marry me?”

Y/n was practically crying but she managed to nod her head and say yes.

“Yes of course I will!” Tom beamed and placed the ring on her finger and kissed her lips softly.

“Happy birthday Y/n I love you so much.”

“Happy birthday to you too dufus I love you more Tom.”

I thought this was cute because I can totally picture this happening but I hope you enjoyed this @superholland! Hope you have a wonderful birthday

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #paddy holland #harry holland #sam holland #nikki holland #birthday #birthday imagine

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writerdarlin · 6 years

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Green Monster

A/N: My first imagine in a long time. Never thought I’d be writing 5SOS Imagines to now Marvel Imagines and other fandoms. I hope you enjoy and let me know if I should do a part two or make a small little series. Anyways have a great day and requests are appreciated! :’))

Pairing: Fem Reader x Peter Parker

Prompt: - Reader has unnatural super abilities that she hides from her family and friends. She has had a crush on Peter since freshman year, but they had a small falling out. They are reunited when she joined the academic decathlon team. Reader almost creates an incident because of her jealously of Peter’s crush on Liz Toomes. She’s ultimately unaware of Peter’s own thoughts.

Word Count: 1,012 words :)) Warnings: Jealously, small mention of death, and angst.

(I don’t own the gifs, credits to the owners)

Whether she accepted who she was or not, (Y/N) would be classified as a mutant, a freak. The daughter of gifted parents with superpowers. Her father had the ability of five times the brain power than an average man and her mother had the ability to control nature at her fingertips. (Y/N) became the host of both her parents’ powers. She never had the chance to learn how to control them, after her parents were brutally murdered by unknown suspects. (Y/N) was only nine at the time. She was barely getting introduced to her powers, like when she started to cry, flowers around her died. After her parents’ death, she was pushed into a foster care system. (Y/N) had to move from house to house because most host families saw her as a freak, until she was 14 and adopted by a loving couple in Queens, New York. She decided it be best to keep her powers concealed. Nevertheless she learned some type of control with her powers, mostly her father’s but her mother’s was a bit challenging. Especially being a sixteen year old teenage girl, with a crush on a boy who saw her as a friend, did not help at all. The first time she saw Peter Parker was the first day of freshman year and he accidentally bumped into her, knocking down her environmental science project. Peter felt so bad he apologized for a whole month that year with random flowers each week. The flowers eventually stopped as she kept telling Peter he didn’t need to keep apologizing every single day. They became strangers again with one or two classes together. She was nobody special, only a normal smart girl who he had ruined her perfect How Trees Are Needed project. Until sophomore year, the principal of her school insisted that she should be on the academic decathlon team, since she was #1 out of her whole class year. She actually had no choice as her counselor and principal placed it as one of her new classes. That’s when her, Ned, MJ, and Peter became good friends.

Today (Y/N) was eating lunch with MJ, both taking turns reading out loud practice decathlon questions.

“Okay, who introduced the theory of punctuated equilibrium?” MJ asked, then took a bite of her sandwich.

“Turelli and Fitzpatrick,” (Y/N) replied with no hesitation.

Both girls continued with the questions, with (Y/N) helping MJ if she needed it. Then two boys joined the table with their lunches. Ned and Peter gave them both smiles as they started to eat their lunch, until something caught Peter’s eye. Something was actually someone, senior Liz Toomes. (Y/N) knew Peter had it bad for her and it was irritating when he’d stare at her or speak of her. Which made it hard at times when they were with the decathlon team, because of course Liz was on it. Peter’s eyes lost staring at Liz and her friends placing the homecoming poster up.

“"Did Liz get a new top?" Peter asked placing his head against his hand.

"No, you've seen that before. But never with that skirt." Ned replied staring with him.

"We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though." Peter said still not moving his eyes from Liz’s direction.

"Too late. You guys are losers." MJ turned to them placing her booklet down with (Y/N) nodding in agreement rolling her eyes. Peter and Ned laughed but continued to talk about Liz and her perfections out loud, for all the four of them to listen. To (Y/N) it felt like their conversation could be heard by everyone around them. She started to feel the jealousy monster creep on her and unknowingly the vines outside the school walls started to encroach closer to the cafeteria. She felt chills knowing that her emotions could cause a horrific scene so she stood up ready to leave.

Peter’s arm hair stood up relaying from his spidey senses that something bad was about to happen. His eyes searched across the room to find the source of upcoming trouble but he there were no signs of danger. It must be a false alarm. Peter reverted his eyes and attention back to his half-eaten lunch just as (Y/N) stood up and left, leaving her lunch behind.

“(Y/N), where are you going?” Peter asked but she ignored his question and headed outside of the cafeteria.

“Look what you did dufus,” MJ sighed knowing (Y/N)’s obvious feelings for the clueless boy and followed after her.

“Why is it my fault?” Peter turned to Ned to answer his question. Ned shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I don’t know Peter I’m not an expert on girls, maybe (Y/N) actually likes you this time?” Ned didn’t think his reply would affect Peter as much as it was intended to but it went way past the point. Peter’s mind shifted to the beginning of freshman year when he had bumped into (Y/N), ruining her science project. He remembered bringing her flowers everyday for a month not only because he felt guilty but it was always a chance to talk to her. Peter talked about her to Ned all the time. He even talked about how the flowers and the daylight would always seem to brighten up when she smiled or laughed. Despite the bright days in one month, he remember the day she told him to stop with the flowers and to stop feeling sorry for her. That day it rained and she had tears streaming down her face. Peter and her didn’t speak to each other the whole freshmen year. He had to give up his crush on her and he moved on, he built a crush on Liz. Sophomore year came and thanks to decathlon, (Y/N) would be apart of his life once again. The boy didn’t want to be attached so he stuck to being friends and seeing past his old feelings. Not all the butterflies went away and now they were back with Peter. Now all he could think about was if Ned’s statement were true.

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taejinpurple-blog · 6 years

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TOXIC BITES - Chapter 7

AN: An angsty kind of fic. Can be a trigger for anyone who has ever been in a toxic relationship before.

*REMEMBER this is just a fanfic used for entertainment so please enjoy it*

Mature content so please read responsibly.

The Heart Speaks

Jin looked at Namjoon as he spoke to the other men in front of him. Jin wasn't sure what type of supernatural beings they were but he knew they weren't vampires.

"What are you?" A man with long teal hair asked Jin,

"What am I?"

"Yeah, are you a vampire? Demon? Fallen angel? Fairy?"

"I'm human," he said and their mouths dropped.

"You're human?!" They exclaimed, and he nodded.

"No offense but you're the most beautiful human I had ever seen." The man with short brunette hair said. Jin's cheeks turned a soft red.

The man with teal hair nodded. "Yeah, usually supernatural beings are born with above average looks. You could easily fit in and no one would even question."

"Thank you." Jin politely bowed his head.

"Are you and Namjoon dating? You two make a fine pair honestly."

"Leave it to Namjoon to find the exotic gems."

They all laughed.

"You two are funny but no Jin is just my personal guest."

"You rarely have those."

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be yours soon." They laughed before walking away.

"Sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable. They are demons and aren't around many humans."

"That's fine."

"You look good." Namjoon smiled at him.

"Thank you and as do you."

"Namjoon Hyung, thank you for inviting me to your party," V said coming into sight. Jin's eyes widened when he saw V but he remained calm.

"I'm glad you came. You've been in such a bad mood these last couple of weeks I was afraid that you wouldn't show up."

V's eyes narrowed a bit but he let out a small laugh. "Your parties are always the best. How could I pass up the opportunity of socializing with snobby upperclassmen who just wanna talk about all the humans they've fucked in the past?"

Jin's eyes widened and he glanced at Namjoon who wasn't amused but he just nodded.

"I was certain that Shiwon would be here by your side like he is every party you have," V smirked as he folded his arms.

"Nope Shiwon isn't here with me. I'm here with Jin and a couple of gentlemen were just telling us what a fine pair we are, right Jin?" Namjoon's hand slid down to his lower back and Jin cleared his throat nodding his head.

"Yes."

He clutched his fists and walked away without saying anything. He was furious but he knew attacking Namjoon was instant death. And Jin would blame himself, so he decided to keep a safe distance from them. He needed something to clog his senses.

"TaeTae you came!" Baekhyun exclaimed hugging him.

"Yeah ...I decided to come after all."

"Great, let's have some fun!"

"Hyung, did Suho Hyung bring his drink mix?"

"Of course he did! Why?"

"I want to let loose tonight and introduce me to those guys you were talking about."

"Say no more, my child!" Baekhyun draped his arm around V's shoulder.

Jin watched V walking away with a group of vampires.

"Is Taehyung the vampire you were involved with?" Namjoon asked.

"Yeah ..."

"Do you wanna go to him?" Jin looked at Namjoon. "I'm not an upper-class vampire for nothing. Unlike others, I can hear your thoughts and your mind is calling Taehyung. However, it seems likes you usually run to him."

"I don't wanna be weak anymore." He whispered.

"So you won't run to him this time?"

"I won't," Jin said looking Namjoon in the eyes.

"Let's put that to the test ...come with me."

~~~~*~~~~

Jimin pushed Jungkook against the wall as the room door shut behind them. He captured Jungkook's lips, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Jimin grabbed Jungkook's waist pulling his body into his.

Jungkook pushed back a bit looking Jimin in the eyes.

"I have never been with a guy before."

Jimin stopped inches from his pink lips. "Is this something you want?"

Jungkook swallowed hard as Jimin's hand brushed over his bulge making him shudder. He opened his mouth to speak but Jimin caught his lips again. His tongue swirled around Jimin's as a soft moan escaped his lips.

"is this what you want?" Jimin asked him again.

Jungkook pushed at his chest and looked down to the floor. "I can't make that decision just yet ..." He pushed passed Jimin and rushed out the room.

Jimin sighed leaning against the wall while running his hand through his hair.

"Liar."

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V down another drink and bobbed his head to the music. Something by Girl's Day was blasting. A fallen angel came behind him and rubbed up against his body. He looked at the green eyed-man who licked his lips.

"You look sexy, wanna have some fun?"

V tilted his head and stopped his lips inches away from the fallen angel. "No, now get lost."

The man scoffed. "Your lost." He disappeared. V saw his cup was empty and staggered away from the area to get another drink. He bumped into a demon who turned and shoved him.

"Watch where you're going, douche!"

"Do you have a problem with me?! Wanna fight punk?!" V slurred his words as he stared at the four demons in front of him. "I can handle all four of you! Bring it on!"

The demon looked around not seeing anyone else but the two of them.

Baekhyun rushed over to V and moved him away from the demon "What are you doing dufus? You know Namjoon would hand you a new ass if you fight at his party."

"I don't care what he thinks! He's a man stealer!"

"Man-stealer? What the hell are you talking about?!"

"He's stealing Jin from me!" V ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Jin is here?"

"Yes! With Namjoon Hyung!"

"That's tough, Namjoon is everything you're not."

V glared at him and they walked outside on the balcony.

"Just go find someone else."

V leaned against the banister. "I don't want to ...I love him too much."

"I swear to god you're so annoying." Baekhyun ruffled his hair in frustration. "Then go and tell the man how you feel!"

"He already pushed me away!"

"Because you probably did something idiotic in the process. Just go to him and tell him. Tell him everything that's in your head and stop being stubborn. If he's the one and you lose him you'll never be happy."

V pressed his lips tightly and rushed through the crowd.

"Good luck."

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Namjoon stood with Jin on the balcony of the fourth floor.

"Wow, the view of the city from here is beautiful."

"I like this view, it's very calming."

"It is."

Namjoon looked at Jin. "There's a reason why I sought you out."

Jin looked at him.

"It wasn't just because of your company."

"Then why?"

"I saw Taehyung watching you. He came to your apartment and watched you through your window."

Jin's eyes widened.

"Taehyung did?"

Namjoon nodded. "You were singing a sad song and started to cry. He then disappeared and I saw you. I felt like you didn't deserve to suffer like that and I thought the idiot wasn't good enough for you. I guess what I'm saying is, I'm interested in you and if you truly want to get over him. I'll show you how a real man is supposed to treat you."

Jin swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I um ..."

"Give me another chance!" V's voice came from behind them and they turned to the door. "Jin I love you! I love you more than my stupid brain and heart can comprehend."

V ran to Jin dropping to his knees. He grabbed his hands. "Please, I promise to do whatever you want. You wanna cuddle and not have sex for two weeks that's fine. You want me to sit in the house with you and not go out with Jimin, fine! You want me to be gentle and show you real love, fine. I just need you in my life again."

Jin opened his mouth to speak but gasped when V collapsed in his arms.

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firelady · 6 years

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ML Winter Week Day One- Hot Chocolate

"Hey, Nino," said Alya, approaching the DJ, "could I cash in that favor you owe me? I need you to do something for me."

Nino removed his burnt-orange headphones. "Sure. What do you need?"

"This may sound ludicrous, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend," she requested without preamble.

Nino choked comically. "Wh-What—?" he spluttered.

"My parents are having a fancy dinner tonight with my bastard of a cousin, Madeleine," she explained shamelessly, wrinkling her nose with aversion. "And she's bringing her equally snobby fiancee, so I want to show her that I too have an active love life, so that she'll have one less thing to mock me for."

Nino was still red-faced. "Couldn't you ask Adrien? He's the perfect gentlemen."

"Are you chickening out, Lahiffe?" Alya challenged.

That was her best strategy: make a dilemma into an irresistible challenge. Nino could not turn her down.

"You know what, I'll be your fake boyfriend," he consented. "What time should I come?"

"The dinner is at eight but Madeleine arrives at six, so I would say come around seven. That way, I'll only have to endure her for an hour."

"You got it." And then he recognized another flaw. "Won't your parents be suspicious?"

Alya waved his question aside dismissively. "I'll take care of it. All you have to do is wear something nice, be punctual, and channel Adrien. That's all."

"What do you mean, channel Adrien?"

She gave him an incredulous look. "Be charming, be polite, I dunno. You're his friend."

"Right," he said, wondering what he had gotten himself into this time.

...

"I don't know what to wear!" moaned Nino to his friend. "What exactly does a fake boyfriend wear to his fake girlfriend's family dinner?"

"What a real boyfriend wears," suggested Adrien dryly. "You're way overthinking this."

Nino sighed, flopping onto his bed like a limp fish. "I just want to impress them, dude."

"Them, or her?"

"Her—them—just help me out here! I have to leave, in like, twenty minutes!"

"Fine." Adrien stood and surveyed Nino's pitiful wardrobe (in his opinion). "Do you have any dress shirts?"

"I have two."

"What colors?"

"Navy and light blue." He fished them out and laid them out on his bedspread, and Adrien eyed them critically.

"Wear the navy," Adrien instructed. "It'll make you look more sophisticated."

Nino donned the shirt. It had an stiff, itchy collar, but he ignored it stubbornly.

"Now, you need pants," the blonde continued. "You should probably wear formal ones."

"Here." Nino produced a pair of tight-fitting brown slacks. "Will these work?"

"Yeah."

Nino pulled the pants over his bare legs and buttoned them before consulting Adrien. "How do I look?"

Adrien appraised him.

"You'll definitely impress them," was the verdict, "but not without combing your hair."

Nino sprinted to the bathroom and dragged his comb through his dark hair until it looked tidier.

"Much better," Adrien acknowledged. "I think you're ready."

For the first time, butterflies soared in his stomach. "Are you sure?"

Adrien rolled his eyes. "Stop worrying and relax, dude. You look fine."

"Thanks for being a life-saver," Nino said gratefully. "You're quite the fashion guru."

"Yeah, well, when both your father and your girlfriend are fashionistas, you start having an eye for style," Adrien replied, chuckling. "There are a few things I could live without though—color-coordinating my closet being one of them."

Nino grinned and happened to glance at the time. He yelped.

"I have to leave in five minutes!"

He fastened his watch on his wrist and fast-walked to the front door, where shoes were scattered on the floor without any semblance of organization.

He yanked on a pair of his dad's formal work shoes and turned to his friend hurriedly, who was waiting behind him patiently.

"Here, take my car." He dropped the keys for his convertible in Nino's hand. Nino gaped at him.

"Dude, I can't—"

"I'll just walk back to my flat," Adrien interrupted. "It's not that far. I want you to pull out all the stops tonight to impress Alya and her family. So just take my car."

Nino wanted to argue, but one hasty glance at the clock told him he didn't have time to. "Thanks," he mumbled and dashed out the door to the silver convertible parked on the street.

Adrien smiled. "It's not a problem."

...

He was actually five minutes early, despite having to stop by the flower shop to pick up a bouquet. He arrived at Alya's door at five minutes before seven and dawdled outside for two, before ultimately working up the nerve to knock.

Alya was the one to answer; he suspected she had been anticipating him eagerly.

She looked, simply put, really pretty. He had never seen Alya in a dress, but this sight just blew him away. She was wearing a coral-colored maxi dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her bosom. Mascara and lipstick enhanced her natural beauty, and her auburn hair was still wavy, but she'd inserted a butterfly clip to hold back her hair.

She looked so graceful and elegant that Nino had to swallow back a lump of nervousness in his throat.

Alya, in turn, was surprised that Nino had made an effort to look presentable. His dark hair was brushed back and he was devoid of his customary cap. He was dressed smartly in a wrinkle-free navy dress shirt and brown slacks that compliment his golden eyes. In addition, the thick-framed glasses were gone.

She would go as far as saying he looked downright handsome.

"You look...dapper," she said.

"Thanks. You look—" He teetered on saying gorgeous, but that might be too awkward.

"—great," he amended, thrusting the flowers forward. "These are for you."

"Thank you." Alya took the proffered bouquet and clutched it against her chest.

They stood in silence, but not for long.

"Alya dear!" called Mme Césaire. "Don't leave our guest waiting."

"Yes, it is very rude," added a posh British accent.

Alya seemed to jerk herself out of her reverie. "Coming!" she called back with a hint of annoyance. She grabbed Nino's arm, pulled him into the sitting room and shut the door. She turned around to face him, hazel eyes serious.

"Like I said, be charismatic," she hissed. "Madeleine will nitpick and point out every weakness of yours, but don't let it faze you."

Nino nodded determinedly.

"And tonight, we're supposed to charade as a couple," she continued in a low whisper, "so be affectionate. Don't shy away."

Nino nodded his head again. "So keep the facade of a couple and don't let your cousin get to me," he listed. "Is that all?"

Alya opened her mouth, but was cut off by another gruffer voice. "Alya?"

"We're coming!"

Alya strode swiftly down the hall, Nino just a step behind her. Just outside the dining room, she paused and interlaced her fingers through Nino's fingers, giving the illusion that they were quite fond of each other.

They were greeted by the sight of a woman with piercing green eyes and over-styled ebony hair. She was perched daintily on a chair and was inspecting her manicured nails idly. She looked up as soon as Alya and Nino walked in and arched her eyebrows.

"So this is Nino," she said, sounding unimpressed as she scrutinized him. Nino suddenly felt conscious of his appearance, but repeated Alya's advice in his head: Don't let it faze you.

"And you must be Madeleine." He kept his tone deliberately casual as he looked her straight in the eye.

Madeleine tossed back her hair. "My fiancee is in the loo, but he will return shortly. Have a seat, please."

Now he understood why Alya had described her cousin the way she did. She was stuck-up and chattered nonstop about herself, barely allowing Nino to speak. Her fiancee was no better, having eyes for no one but his wife-to-be.

Nino tried his best to be patient, but was finding it difficult. The only thing keeping him composed was Alya, squeezing his hand every so often.

...

Alya snuggled up to Nino on the couch, sipping hot chocolate with a straw. The TV was playing reruns of their favorite movie.

"Thanks for being my fake boyfriend," she said.

"No problem," he replied, meaning it. "I enjoyed it, in spite of that obnoxious cousin of yours and her fiancee."

Alya laughed. "So did I. You know, we should definitely go out for coffee sometime."

"Are you asking me out, Césaire?"

"Yes, you dufus."

"Then the answer is definitely yes."

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slashtakemylife · 5 years

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I’m ranting why I think we adashi’s love gentle top Shiro and just can’t see bottom Shiro while other ships seem to like the usual top and bottom Shiro

This is really just me ranting and pouring my Shiro and Adashi feels before they explode inside my head so it’s just sentimental gibberish from an adashi shipper

I think it all comes down to were it begins, all other Shiro ships begin with the image we have of Shiro presented to us since S1, a dedicated soldier, youngest of his generation, organized, focused, has his shit together (mostly) so a bit stoic but he’s also gentle and caring, he is happy to see others grow and help them become better, we also see that behind all that, there is a guy with a hidden sense of humor

So most Shiro ships are based on this image, therefore whoever Shiro is paired up with, mostly helps him loosen up, explore and discover this fun side of him, to have fun and not always be by the rules, or maybe they are alike and Both discover the fun side of each other and support each other

So for these ships, Top Shiro usually brings comfort, that he has his shit (mostly) together, is an anchor and helps his S/O, on the other hand Bottom Shiro means that his S/O is helping him escape that stoic world he’s in, he wants to losen up and give control to the other and just forget about responsabilities and all the trauma he has lived so far

Here is were things change with Adashi, for the first time we saw a glimpse on who Shiro Really is Pre-Kerberos, a.k.a. before the war affected him, and lo and behold, Shiro is actually a pretty lively guy! He goes hoverbike racing, he seems like fun to be around, is all smiles and with his scene with Adam we see another thing, he is ambitious and even a little selfish, in here he cares about his career, his goals (granted he had a disease but that just means he’s focused on himself and in fact that is why Adam leaves him)

We learn that Shiro actually is a very independent guy that had mostly been taken care of by Adam, Adam was his support, his anchor, Adam actually had to hold Shiro Back, if anything it’s the reverse process of the other ships

Shiro doesn’t need to learn how to loosen up, he’s actually a very lively guy! He doesn’t need to give up control to someone else he trusts because he’s not a stoic commander, he’s actually very bold and Needs to be held back! And that also means he trusts Adam’s advice or it weight heavy on him because he knows Adam is right, this is why we love and see the moron/morosexual vibe

So that amount of energy and Shiro’s own caring and lovings self, we see a Shiro that is stupidly in love with Adam, he’s an idiot in love, therefore a caring top, someone who actively wants to bring pleasure to his partner and enjoys doing it, specially to someone who cares so much about him, that just screams gentle top

We don’t see bottom Shiro because Adam already takes care of him outside the bedroom, Adam is probaly what helps him relax and focus but he’s too lively and active to just be passive while Adam, the more leveheaded of the two, probably likes to be pampered for once after being caring for this big dufus he loves

This is the sad part coming and of course it involves canon and canon kicks our butts

We were excited to see Shiro reunite Adam because by doing so, we might just get that lively, happy-go-lucky Shiro that was lost by the war, to see Shiro’s true self, that goofy and stupid side of him, instead, Adam’s death just meant that Shiro just got more into himself, the pain made him shut himself in and just become even more that stoic Captain, don’t we love when Shiro smiles in both S7 and 8? Because we were all so thirsty to see our boy happy but even then his happiness was still because of the war efforts or for the paladins, never for himself

That is why the epilogue needed to explicitly say he found hapiness, we get told that he did eventually was happy and he does look like the goofy guy we were imagining but we didn’t see it happen and we wanted to see it so bad and most of all, why? Why couldn’t Shiro be happy before? Why everyone can reunite and have moments with their family while Shiro needs to wait even more Years after the war to Finally be happy? We accompanied Shiro throught his best and worse times and we wanted to also share the journey of his happiness and all we got was more pain and just a 3 second image with a tag line that says, well he is happy now

We were cheated and we love Adashi out of pure spite because we know Shiro deserves to be with the man he loves and find his hapiness and be the guy he’s always been, his true self! We want the real Shiro!

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