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hihhasotherfixations · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Hate/Angry sex - Price x Reader

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CW: fem!reader, rough sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, angry Price - though not at you

So, the reason these fics of the last few days are late are cause ‘twas my birthday! So I’m catching up now but I figured for my birthday day fic I’d go a little more out than usual, hehe. Enjoy Price using you to blow off some steam ;3

Word Count: 3468

Walking in through the door, John slammed it shut, an anger and vitriol radiating off of him that had you wide-eyed and silent in a second, sitting on the couch and watching him.

“John?” You asked, but it was like he didn’t even hear you as he kicked off his boots, dropping his bag with only a little too heavy a thunk before he stalked into the house, an angry frown on his face.

Immediately, he walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a scotch and pouring himself a hefty glass, not even bothering with the ice he usually so meticulously put in whenever he poured himself a drink.

Leaning back on the couch, you looked at him, a worried look on your face. “John. Big bear.” You finally got his attention with the horrible nickname you only ever used to tease him, though this time, there was not a hint of teasing or mischief on your face, your brows pulled up in worry. “What’s wrong?”

Taking in the deepest breath you’d seen him take in a long time, it almost seemed as if he was trying to reel in his anger before he sighed out deeply, rounding the couch and crashing down into it right next to you, nearly sitting down on you and spilling his drink; though it was clear his mind was somewhere else as his face twisted up in frustration. “Fucking Norris thinks he can ground my team because he’s ‘higher rank’.” He spat, making air quotes at the end as he took off his hat and slammed it onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, hey, what happened?” You ask, placing your hand on his thigh, to which John started tapping his fingers into his knee.

“Colonel Norris – bastard that he is – decided to ground my team because of a mistake his men made while we worked together a month back. An op went wrong because of it and now he’s making it a whole case, trying to spin it on my team.” John seethed, his fingers stopping their tapping as he instead started bouncing his right leg, frustrated. “Because it’s being investigated, we’re not allowed to go out until it’s solved. But we had a fucking target right in our grasp-!” John sat up, his hand wringing an imaginary neck before he huffed out a frustrated breath, falling back into the couch as he covered his eyes with his hand.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You frowned and John sighed deep, sitting straight to throw back half of his drink in one go, barely even reacting to the burn as it glid down his throat.

“We’re not getting this guy in our sights again. It took me three months to track him down and right as we were planning a mission to get him, Norris comes with this shit!” He hissed, partially turned to you now, just ranting to you. “And I’ve had problems with Norris in the past in Urzikstan but back then it could be excused by him simply following orders from higherup, but this time it’s completely him and I’m bloody done with this bastard!” He growled to you, a fire in his eyes that didn’t seem to want to die out anytime soon.

“Is there anything you can do?” You asked, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit though it had the complete opposite effect, firing John up even further.

“I already tried everything! I sent e-mails, told Norris in person to just hold it off for a week, spoke in meetings about it but this molded muppet used his rank to override any of my requests!”

Seeing he was not going to be stopping, you knew you had to do something.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do my job when he is coming in here during one of the most vital times happening in the last half a year?! For a thing we didn’t even do?! It’s ridiculous and I’m gonna-!” “John- John?” You stopped him mid-ramble, turning his face towards you. “You’re getting too worked up. You need to blow off some steam.” You spoke softly, watching him huff out a breath as he tried to reel himself in, realizing himself he was just throwing everything on you now.

“I know, but I really can’t be bothered. I’m not going to the gym and I’m through my cigars this month. I’m not doing anything else today, sorry Y/N but-“ “That’s not what I meant.” You interrupted him again.

At that, his brows furrowed in confusion and you shifted on the couch, leaning towards him and placing your free hand directly on his crotch, your lips centimeters away from his, causing his breath to hitch.

“Plenty of ways to blow off steam without leaving the house.” You whispered and John groaned, shifting as just your touch – palming him – had him turning hard ridiculously fast.

“Darling, it won’t be pretty.” He gasped softly, trying to keep his composure as he closed his eyes, his lips pressed in a tight line while he leaned forward to slowly place his partially drank scotch on the coffee table.

You however, leaned in and started peppering kisses down his neck while he moved back to lean properly into the couch, having deposited his drink. “I don’t need pretty. Seeing you so worked up is just doing things to me.” You admitted, continuing to palm his crotch, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his uniform.

Groaning, John just threw caution to the wind, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his lap, his mouth slamming into yours.

You barely had any time to squeak before it was a mess of teeth clacking and tongue, John wasting not a single moment to claim your mouth for himself while his hands went down and tightly grabbed your ass, squeezing.

Pulling your hips into his, he practically forced you to straddle him as he began to thrust up, rocking his bulge against your crotch desperately.

It rubbed straight against your clit, making your eyes flutter shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back with fervour.

His hands wouldn’t stop groping your ass, running up and down the expanse of it before he released his right hand, using it to smack the flesh hard. “Take it off.” He commanded, barely breaking the kiss to say it, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“O-Okay.” You whispered, trying to catch your breath from the intensity and suddenness of the situation, only to get a firm squeeze to your rear again - you better hurry up.

Getting off his lap, you took off your pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them before looking at your husband.

His eyes were roving your thighs, his pupils blown out before he reached out and held you by the back of the thigh, right under your ass as he pulled you in. “Be good for me and take it all off.” He rumbled as he slid forward on the couch, leaning in to place his lips to the front of your panties, grazing his teeth across it and making you shudder.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, getting an approving squeeze to your thighs as you then pulled your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra as well.

While you did that, John’s hands roamed up your ass, slipping under the fabric of your undies and up until he turned his hands around and gripped the fabric, bunching it up before tearing it off your ass, leaving you completely naked as he simply dropped it to the floor.

Gasping as he ruined your panties and threw them, you didn’t even have time to protest as John locked his arms under your ass and lifted you as he got to his feet, starting to carry you to the bedroom.

“God, you’re exactly what I need right now.” He murmured against your stomach, his beard rubbing across your skin, making you close your eyes.

“Use me however you want.” You whispered, one of your hands tangling in his hair, making the man groan softly.

“Are you sure, love?” He asked, kissing your stomach while he kicked open the bedroom door, only half an eye used to navigate his way around the house.

“Positive.” You smiled and a little growl left the man.

Before you knew it, you were dropped onto the bed, your husband crawling over you with intent. Yet before he could fully eclipse you, you placed your hand against his chest, stopping him.

“What?” He grumbled, clearly unhappy by being stopped but you just smiled.

Seeing the sly look in your eye, John narrowed his own, trying to deduce what you were planning as you slowly moved out from under him, sitting up while he followed until you lowered yourself off the bed and down onto the floor.

“Thought I could do what I wanted.” He challenged, his chest deeply moving up and down, betraying how worked up he actually was.

“I’m just here to help you along.” You grinned, moving between his legs as you then reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it, never breaking eye contact as you opened his pants.

As you moved to pull the clothing down his hips, he gripped your wrists. “No, darling. If you want to suck it, you can. But I’m in control. Understood?” He asked, dropping your wrists to instead fish himself out of his underwear, hard and leaking a drop of precum.

Swallowing softly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, a low chuckle leaving the man when he noticed. Reaching out, he placed his left hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer while his right hand gripped the base of his shaft, angling it towards your lips.

Without complaint, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, immediately starting to suck.

Feeling that, John let his head fall back as he groaned, slightly rocking his hips. “Fucking hell-“ He hissed and you smirked around him, making the brunet snap his head down to you. “Don’t get cocky.” He warned and you innocently looked up at him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, taking him a little deeper into your mouth.

Groaning, his brown furrowed in irritation as he clenched his jaw, his hand tightening in your hair as he then pulled your head down, making you take him even deeper.

Getting the reaction you were hoping for, you moaned around him, sucking as you bob your head, John helping you by beginning to move your head up and down, clicking his tongue to try and stay quiet when he felt your tongue swirling around him.

“God, keep that up.” He grunted, starting to lightly buck his hips up into your mouth while he pulled your head up and down.

Closing your eyes, you just relaxed your throat, letting John begin to fuck your mouth as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, his hips beginning to speed up.

Almost as if a switch flipped, John groaned as he began to lose himself, leaning forward over you as he thrusted into your mouth, moving deeper and deeper until you gagged, spit gathering at your lips as he continued to move, pleasure curling through him.

Reaching out, you placed your hands on his thighs, doing your best to stay put, tears in your eyes as he became more and more vocal, pushing past your gag reflex.

His hips eagerly pumped into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him, both of his hands cradling your head, pulling you down onto his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ John choked out, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, making you gasp for breath while he panted, his left hand holding the base of his cock, almost as if he was stopping himself from climaxing.

“J-John-“ You whispered but his right hand moved from holding onto your hair, down to your chin.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered through his pants.

Wiping the spit away from your mouth, you nodded and slowly got up, climbing onto the bed while still trying to catch your breath.

Grunting softly, John shifted onto the bed again, spreading your legs as he then spit onto his fingers, reaching down to rub through your folds, only to find you absolutely dripping.

“God, you love me being rough, don’t you?” John huffed, spreading your slick onto his fingers as he then pushed two fingers into you, making you whine.

“Y-Yes.” You mumbled, blushing. Though he always held an air of dominance in the bedroom, John never truly lost himself, always being just a little too careful for your liking whenever he went onto the rougher side.

Pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, John growled softly, his eyes dark and intense. “You want me to fuck you then? Blow off steam?”

“Properly, yeah.” You whispered, taking in a sharp inhale when he scissored his fingers in response, a slight burn appearing as he stretched you out just a little too fast, needing to be inside you but wanting to prepare you at least a bit. “Leave it.” You gasped, John tilting his head, still scissoring his fingers.

“It’ll hurt, darling.” He growled softly, leaning down to bite at the sweet spot on your neck he knew by heart.

“I want it to.” You mumbled, grabbing his hips and pulling him down, making John huff.

“So you’re working against my command now too? Not even letting me prepare you.” He grunted, still moving along with you as he rubbed his cockhead through your folds, spreading your arousal on it as he clenched his jaw. At his words, you nodded as you bit your lip and the brunet growled. “Very well.”

With that, he pushed into you, not waiting or letting you adjust like normal as he instead shoved in to the hilt, groaning as he felt your heat envelop all of him, his eyes closing as he paused.

Opening his eyes, he then looked at you. “You asked for it.” He spoke lowly, the gravel in his voice twice as prominent as he began to move, his hands shooting down to your hips to hold you down; no easing into it as he began to rapidly pump into you.

Gasping at the burning stretch, you threw your head back, whimpering out a moan as your husband began to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours as he took you with short and quick thrusts.

“My team disobeys me, my superiors sabotage my mission, and now my own wife won’t even let me take care of her properly.” John hissed, a fire burning in his eyes as his thrusts intensified, strokes long and deep.

Your walls clenched around him as you moaned, a flush to your face from the anger and irritation radiating from him as he pounded into you, keeping you pinned down to the bed as you tried to buck away from him and into him at the same time.

“Stay still.” He growled, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he kept you down on the bed, his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck-“ You gasped, making John groan as he moved, his eyes half-lidded as he could feel every ridge of your cunt, wrapped so tightly around his shaft, rubbing into him as he pushed in and out of you.

“That’s right, take it.” He hissed, his left hand moving up to squeeze your breast while the fingers on his right dug into the side of your ass. “Just like that.” He praised, his voice still rough as he leaned his face back into the crook of your neck.

“John-“ You gasped, only for him to sink his teeth into your skin. “Shut it.” He grunted, bucking his hips into yours in a frantic pace, his cock hitting deeper because of the new angle, rutting into your cervix and making you cry out.

Feeling the entrance of your womb, a loud groan escaped the brunet, his tip bashing into it repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure and slight pain through you, making you moan out more.

“Fuck, you feel good.” The man grunted directly into your ear, making you whimper.

Huffing, he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling back from your neck to tear his shirt from his body, throwing it off the bed and allowing you to see the hair dotting his torso, leaning down into the v-line and happy trail connected to his cock currently thrusting deep inside you.

Groaning, John pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs, not willing to stop fucking you just to take it off, simply accepting it as he felt relief washing over his sweaty body, no longer completely cooking in his clothes.

Seeing his chest bare before you, you whined and reached out, running your hands down his pecs, feeling the coarse hair on his chest, hiding the scarred, warm, soft skin underneath. As you trailed further down, your lip between your teeth, John suddenly grabbed your wrists, swiftly pushing them down above your head.

“Did I say you could?” He growled, punctuating his words with a hard thrust, making you moan out. “Stay put.” He huffed, holding your wrists down with one hand while his other moved to your waist, holding you down while he slammed his mouth to yours, his chest pushed into you.

Whimpering into the rough kiss, your eyes rolled back as heat grew in your abdomen, feeling him fuck into you, your toes curling as he bottomed out with every thrust.

Pounding roughly, John was huffing against your lips with every thrust now, sweat gathering on his brow and running down his back, causing a sheen on his skin mirrored on your own, the exertion and pleasure coming to a head.

“John, please-“ You moaned, your legs weak and trembling, feeling your head start to go light as the heat spread, your walls clenching slightly around his shaft.

“I know, shit-“ John groaned, rutting into you with fervour as his cock began to twitch, feeling you clench around him.

Whining out a moan, you clenched your eyes shut as you arched your back, John moving his lips from your lips down the center of your throat, his teeth nipping and biting as he groaned out a moan of his own, trying to stave off his orgasm as he slowed down his thrusts, getting rougher.

“Fuck, please!” You cried out for him, only for his thumb to descend onto your clit, making you moan loudly as your back fully arched, your cunt tightly clenching down on him.

Feeling that, John moaned, his cock twitching while you came around him, your walls spasming and squeezing tightly, making him groan out low and desperate, his hips bucking as he continued to rub your clit, stretching out your orgasm.

“Good girl, good girl-“ He panted like a mantra, his hips bucking quick and sharp into you, your pussy so greedily taking him in, your arousal coating his entire shaft and leaking down your thighs.

Whimpering out as you came down from your high, John thrusted just a few more time before moaning low in his throat, shoving deep into you, filling you up completely before he released himself inside your walls.

His cum, thick and plentiful, spurted into you, making you whine out at the feeling of it splashing against your walls, your entire body flushed as you panted, exhausted and spent, your throat and voice raw.

“Bloody hell.” John panted, staying inside you as he lowered himself onto you, his arms on either side of your face holding him up while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” He mumbled after a moment, pressing kisses to the apples of your cheek.

“Never better.” You panted out, letting out a short and light chuckle before you reached an arm up and placed it onto his cheek. “Are you?”

Leaning into your palm, his eyes finally seemed to have calmed the storm, instead holding a loving look towards you. “Definitely a lot better.” He smiled.

Carefully, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, refusing to pull out as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You replied, closing your eyes as you snuggled into him. “If you’re ever angry, you know where to find me.” You teased and John let out a rumbling laugh, kissing the top of your head again.

But then again, he was definitely considering on taking you up on that offer.

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thehusbandoden · 8 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Amajiki Tamaki

A/n: so sorry this took so long! I had a good thing going but my power went out and it got erased </3

I do think this one's better though. Technically this is the third legitimate try <33

Edit: I'm trying out a new format for my info.. is it better or worse O.o

General info:

Wc: 1,176 words | angst to fluff/comfort | Character/s: Tamaki Amajiki

Warnings!: loneliness, snapping, flinching, a little bit of crying. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

The night was cold as you sleepily flipped through your journal, not wanting to write but knowing you should. The entries from the last three months have been short and filled with a dull ache of lonliness. They lacked the usual length and warmth you poured into the pages, ranting on about how sweet your timid Tamaki is and how much you adore him and his ever lasting warmth.

The rambling would go on and on, but now you wrote a paragraph or two about how your life has been 'fine' and that Tamaki has been super busy- if you wrote at all.

There was one or two that held multiple paragraphs of your frustration and not knowing who to blame- knowing that it wasn't Tamaki's fault that there weren't enough heroes to protect the innocent of your large city.

Tamaki was doing his best to protect the defenseless, and you admired that- but the dull ache that sat in the pit of your stomache couldn't go ignored much longer.

Sighing, you closed your journal, standing up from your desk to head to the living room, deciding to talk to Tamaki tonight.

Four hours later Tamaki walked through the front door, tall form drained from exhaustion as he made his way inside, already stripping off his hero gear.

"Tama?" You call, poking your head out from the living room to sadly smile at your Tamaki.

"Oh. Hey y/n." Tamaki yawned, dropping both his cape and mask onto the floor as he dragged his feet towards your room, tossing his belt onto the kitchen table before moving onto taking off his gear further.

"Wait, Tamaki!" You call, stopping at the bottom of the stairs as Tamaki paused, looking back at you.

"Yes bunny?"

"Ummm.. can we talk?" You ask, smiling at the nickname Tamaki gave you the first week into your marriage- though he later admitted that he thought of it when you two were simply friends but was too shy up until that point-.

"Baby, I'm really tired.. is it important?"

"Yes.. it'll only take five to ten mintues."

"Okay baby, where do you want to talk?" Tamaki yawned.

"How about the living room? I can give you a shoulder massage while we talk if you like." You smile, causing Tamaki's eyes to shine as he smiled down at you.

"I'd like that."

After you were both situated you started by squirting some lotion on your hands before spreading it onto Tamaki's left shoulder, immediately noticing his many knots.

"Okay bunny, what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh.. so I know that you're working really hard and are really tired.. and I also know that we haven't had us time in a while.. so I was wondering if you could take a day or two off? Not much, just a day or two would be fine."

Tamaki was silent as you bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you didn't upset him somehow.

"Y/n.. are you serious?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you know how many people might be dying right now? I can't just laze about spending time with you because you're feeling lonely. Why don't you go hang out with some friends?"

"T-that's not the same.."

"How so?"

"I want to spend time with you Tamaki. You know, my husband?" You scoff, starting to get annoyed.

"And I want to spend time saving people y/n, why don't you stop being sensitve and start thinking about other people?"

"But I've been holding my feelings back for months! Please! I'm just asking for a day- even a few hours is fine!"

"Y/n. No. Now if you're done I'd like to get to bed."

Jerking his shoulder away from your touch, Tamaki started standing up.

"But wait Tama-"

"No. I'm disappointed in your selfishness y/n."

"Wai-"

"Stop."

"Pl-"

"I said stop!" Tamaki hissed, turning around to face you within a second.

At the sudden movement and change of tone you flinched back, tears gathering in your eyes as you stared up at Tamaki, eyes wide.

As Tamaki glared down at you he froze as you flinched, heart immediately breaking as he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Y-y-y/n I-"

"I-it's okay Tamaki.. you don't need to say anything. I get it. I-I'll just go to bed now."

"B-but y-y/n.." Tamaki whimpered, guilt consuming him as he watched you walk away.

"Y-y/n.. I'm sorry.."

You quickly got in bed after hurrying up the stairs, wiping at your eyes as you clung to your pillow, staying as far away from Tamaki's side as possible.

You awoke the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes.

Wincing, you turned around to feel for Tamaki, forgetting all about last night and the dreadful few months.

After feeling how cold Tamaki's side of the bed you sighed, memories coming to you in flashes as you stared at his side of the bed.

Wiping away the stray tears, you got out to get ready for a day worse than the one yesterday.

After getting dressed you made your way down stairs, deciding to get on top of your piling to-do list to help get your mind off of Tamaki.

Stepping into the kitchen, you stepped back at the sight of a lavish breakfast filled with all of your favorites spread across the newly cleaned kitchen table.

"T-Tamaki.." you whimper, looking at your beloved with tearful eyes as he guilty studied you with his indigo orbs.

"Y-y/n I-"

You interrupted Tamaki as you rushed into his arms, clutching the back of his shirt, desperate for comfort from the man you've grown to adore.

"Y/n I- I'm so so sorry." Tamaki mumbled, burying his face into your hair to mask the tears falling from his eyes.

"I forgive you Tamaki, I know you were just over worked and didn't mean to take it out on me."

"I promise you- I really didn't me an to, a-and I feel terrible about it."

"Shhh it's okay baby.. I already forgave you. We just need to reflect on what we did wrong tonight and make sure not to do it in the future. Next time, I'll wait until you're less exhausted, and you'll make sure to remind me that you're too tired, mkay?"

"O-okay.."

"Now baby.. why are you home? Don't you have work?"

"Nope, I took the next two weeks and a half off. I know that it won't make up for the months of loneliness, but I'll try to be better, I"ll take less shifts and make sure to only leave for emergencies when I'm off the clock.

"Alright, that's a good start."

"I may need today and possibly tomorrow to sleep.. but I cleaned the entire house -besides our room- and looked at your to- do list and did a few of the bigger things on there.. oh and I made us breakfast.."

"Tamaki. I love you. So, so much."

"I love you too bunny. I'm really rea-"

"Shh, I already said I forgive you. Now, let's eat!"

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alchemistc · 4 months

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an: I was cleaning out my drafts and ran into this nearly-finished piece of two disasters having their first kiss. Enjoy.

the way you feel when you kiss him for the first time like fire within your bones like your soul has returned to the water like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again

Here’s the thing. So. Like.

He’s kissing Eddie Munson, tongue and everything, hands digging into his crazy fucking hair, face twisted sideways because they’d been sitting there next to each other, close enough that their hips were touching, and Eddie was gesturing with both hands thrown wide, so that every once in a while his hand smacked Steve’s chest on accident and he murmured a quick apology before going back to his story, and Steve fucking loved listening to him rant and rave about whatever he had a bug up his ass about on any given day, he loved it so much and it seemed like the thing to do when you loved something about someone so much it made your chest tight and your head a little fuzzy.

Steve twists his head and slots his tongue over Eddie’s lips and Eddie makes a noise that Steve feels down to his fucking toes and he nips, just a bit, swallows up Eddie’s gasp and curls his fingers around his neck and licks into his mouth.

First kisses are usually either tentative or chaotic, and this one is sloppy as all get out but it’s not – it’s good. It’s so fucking good Steve thinks he could happily fucking die right this second and he wouldn’t even be mad about it. Eddie’s teeth slide along Steve’s lower lip when he sucks said lower lip into his mouth and Steve hums and blows a breath out through his nose and fleetingly imagines their entire lives expanding out before them – tables that for another day when he’s done more than make out with Eddie in the woods behind his house.

Eddie pulls back, and Steve chases, a bit, blinks his eyes back open with a pout. “You. What. You?”

It’s – Steve’s done this whole song and dance with half the girls in his age group in Hawkins, rarely ever felt this buzzing under his skin. The desperate urge to claw his way into Eddie’s chest is burning him. That’s…not the usual reaction he gets when he kisses someone.

“What the hell, Harrington? What the fuck?”

And like… okay. So. He’s had crushes before. He’s been in fucking love before and he fucking knows what it feels like and he knows what it means when someone looks at you that way that Eddie looks at him and.

“Fuck, uh… Shit, sorry man. Yeah. Should have, uh…whoops?”

“Whoops?”

Eddie’s on his feet then, his limbs akimbo as he throws his arms out, gesturing vaguely in Steve’s direction, looking at Steve like he’s grown like, three extra heads. Which. Okay so maybe he could have done better at like, explaining what the fuck he was doing but Eddie was so fucking hot when he got really in the zone with some rant or other and Steve’s been like, waiting for him.

“You can’t just go around kissing people, man!”

“I thought you were gay!” Steve says, like that explains a damn fucking thing, and Eddie whirls on him, wild eyed, like Steve’s just shouted some tightly kept secret to the world and… yeah. Alright. Fair.

“I thought you were the straightest fucking dude in America, Steve, what the fuck?”

“Oh,” Steve says, because that, yeah. That tracks. Okay. So. Yeah, he can work with this.

He runs a jittery hand through his air, glances up at Eddie through a few strands that cut loose from the hairspray. “Yeah uh, so I guess like, no? Chicks are like, great but then here you are being so fucking adorable I wanna like, put you in my fucking pocket to keep you safe and like, take you out on a date and, I don’t know, suck your cock or something. Which is.”

He’s rambling now, doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Okay so like I guess I didn’t really think about the ramifications of this before I fucking went for it but I have been thinking about your lips on my lips for way longer than I have been acknowledging to myself and you weren’t fucking doing anything about it and I just thought I could. Do something about it. So um…no. Not. Not straight.”

Steve imagines, for a moment, Hawkins High jocks fading out of the shadows to beat the shit out of him, bible thumping mothers intent on letting him know his sins will destroy the country and land him straight in hell, his own father telling him he won’t have a fag for a son. Feels really fucking shitty about it for about thirty seconds and then remembers he’s saved the world at least four times and internally tells them all to go fuck themselves.

“Hey, is there a word for that? Liking both? Do you – fuck, is there like, a handbook? Do you even know? Did – but then you’re – I mean I definitely for sure got the feeling you and Robin have more in common than just being really great at saving the world, also you for sure kissed me back and – holy shit Robin’s gonna be pissed you found out before she did.”

Eddie stares at him in abject horror for about thirty seconds, but it’s not – it’s not judgy, at least, it’s more like Steve looks at Robin when she word vomits. “Jesus H Christ did you just speed run gay panic?” Which – Robin has explained that before and if Eddie knows about it then he probably also is not…not gay.

“I don’t think I’m strictly gay!” Steve says, his voice a little higher than he’d like but Eddie is pacing now, which. Not conducive to more kissing, and it’s literally all Steve wants to be doing right now. “It might not even be dudes in general, I haven’t gotten any further than you!”

“What the fuck, Harrington?” And pacing be damned, Steve hops up and cages Eddie in again, leans forward for a kiss because he’s not, like, saying no, he’s just confused because he didn’t think Steve was into it and kissing will definitely help him figure it out. Only he rolls his head back, away from Steve’s, shoulders and neck rolling back. The rest of him stays, though, and Steve slots his hands on Eddie’s narrow waist and stares at him.

“I’m like, super into you, Eddie, and unless I’m suddenly really fucking bad at reading signals you’re also into me.”

Eddie leans forward, rolls his forehead against Steve’s. It’s nice. Not as nice as the kissing had been but…yeah, he’s cool with this. Eddie huffs out a breath of laughter, a self-deprecating little chortle that Steve recognizes and wants to dash away. “I’ve been trying really hard not to throw those signals. Just. Just so you know.”

“You’re really bad at it,” Steve tells him, fingers digging a bit into his side now, his left hand sliding towards Eddie’s back, and he doesn’t really think about it when he exerts a bit of force to drag Eddie a little closer. “To be like, fully clear here. I’m not… I haven’t been misreading, correct?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says, those wide dark eyes holding Steve’s. “This is insane. People don’t just wake up one day and go ‘hey I’m actually totally attracted to my own gender and I have literally zero bad feelings about that’ – people kill themselves about it.”

“Nearly died enough times to know I don’t care for it,” Steve tells him, and he really, really wants to fucking kiss him again but probably Eddie needs a second. “Listen, do you like me or not, because if not I am seriously overstepping right now and I don’t actually want to make this weird.”

“This is so fucking weird, man,” Eddie says but then he’s curling his fingers into the end of Steve’s shirt and fisting it there before Steve has a chance to draw back and respect his boundaries, like he’s holding himself back from more but not quite ready to let go. Steve follows his lead. “Did Robin say something?”

“Robin has been literally zero help,” Steve admits, because she really has been fucking useless and cagey and completely unwilling to give him any idea if this whole thing is reciprocated or just a fully fucking unrequited crush. “I am actually pretty emotionally intelligent, so I figured…” God he’s giving Steve that look. Again. “Vibes were there.”

“Vibes.” Eddie says, like he wants to bash his brains in. “You… you just threw all caution to the wind on fucking vibes.”

“Vibes are a thing!”

Eddie curls the hand not already fisting in Steve’s shirt around his waist, his long fingers catching at the stripe of skin exposed by the pull of his shirt. Every thought in Steve’s head feels like it’s centered right there, where he can feel Eddie’s rings warm against his skin.

Steve is like, 97.3 percent certain at this point that he hasn’t just ruined a decently important friendship, and he really, really does want to return to that zenith of his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, so he rolls his head again, nosing at Eddie’s cheek, reaching for his jaw.

Eddie shoves him back – slowly, regretfully almost.

“Give me a fucking second, Harrington.”

“Sure. Yeah.”

Even as Eddie goes back to pacing Steve feels good about this. Eddie Munson is probably a lot more accepting of things than most of the assholes in Hawkins but he has yet to tell Steve to go fuck himself and he seems more…overwhelmed than anything else. Surprised. He had just admitted he thought Steve didn’t go for that thing. Had he thought about it, beyond a passing ‘Steve the Hair Harrington digs the ladies’?

Jesus. He’s so fucking embarrassing. Even in his own goddamn brain.

Eddie whirls on him, opens his mouth. Shuts it and takes a few pointed steps further away from Steve. Steve very much hates that, but – time. Space. He can manage that. He takes the opportunity to enjoy the pull of Eddie’s jeans over his ass.

Holy shit, Steve thinks to himself as he ogles the other man, holy shit he’s so very much not straight and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to give Eddie his fucking second.

“You’re a fucking psycho,” Eddie says, and it’s probably aimed at Steve even though he still hasn’t actually turned back to look at him again. “You fully understand that what you just did screams absolute lunatic, right?”

“The – which part, exactly?”

“Steve, what if I wasn’t gay?”

It’s – kind of a sad question, if he’s being honest, because he’s suspected he likes dudes for maybe two weeks, even if it’s been nagging at him for literal months now, but he’s been that shitty kid who called people queer like it was the dirtiest word in the book, and he’s well aware at this point how fucking scary it is for anyone who is the least bit not ‘normal’ by societies standards. Especially if it’s actually true.

“I mean, I assume you’d probably give me a lot of shit and I would spend a good month too mortified to look at you before you let me off the hook?” But that question gets a little closer to the heart of it, the one thing Steve’s still a little worried about. “But…you are?”

“How the fuck did you even know?”

“The vibes!” He wiggles his fingers at that, widens his eyes like that will help Eddie understand. “And, you know. The general feeling every time you look at me like you’re half a second from eating me alive.”

“I do not!” Eddie says, a little scandalized, a little like he’s been caught out.

“You totally do. You have…very expressive eyes.” This is new. Just balls to the wall flaying honesty, right off the bat, no hiding behind a slick smile and a clever little wink. What even is flirting, Steve thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I fully thought you were gonna bend me over a table at Gary’s party last weekend.”

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie says, only he’s still not denying it, and he’s turning those same round shining eyes on Steve and – yeah. That is not a platonic fucking look. “I’m gonna take, like, three steps towards you right now. Can you. Not fucking attack me when I get there?”

“Yeah. Sure. Totally.” Robin and Nancy once ganged up on him to tell him he was basically a golden retriever in human form, and he feels every inch one as Eddie takes long, measured steps towards him. If he had a tail he’d be wagging it so fucking hard his ass would be wiggling.

“Full disclosure,” Eddie tells him at a step and a half in. “I was actually thinking about getting on my knees and sucking you off until your soul left your body, at Gary’s party, last weekend.” Steve bites his lip, doesn’t say a word, ignores the heat thrumming in his veins. “Don’t you dare kiss me right now, Harrington,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice that is very fucking interesting and Steve would like to explore more.

“Yep. Hands and lips to myself. Gotcha.”

“I also had a massive panic attack about it like five minutes later because you’re the best person I know and I will be fully, absolutely destroyed if I lose you, so. Before I set myself adrift here, are you sure you have a single fucking clue what you’re getting yourself into?”

“See, that’s the thing!” Steve points, just as Eddie takes another step, so his finger ends up right in Eddie’s face and he’s eyeing it like he might just pop it into his mouth. In for a penny… “You got really mad at me when you thought I was avoiding you, and I very much, totally was because I have like, two age appropriate friends and figuring out one of them might be the love of my life threw me for a fucking loop.” Too soon, way too fucking soon, he was supposed to like, at least get Eddie in his bed before he admitted that. “So. I’ve already had that crisis and I know I lied and told you it was nothing but that’s. What that was.”

The look shifts. Eddie’s eyes were already wide, so his expression doesn’t change all that much, but his eyes get a little glassy and the dimple in his cheek twitches.

“Whoops,” Steve repeats and Eddie gathers up the hand Steve still has between them, guiding the arm down towards Steve’s side, lacing their fingers up together as he gets close enough Steve can feel his breath on his cheek.

“You’re an actual lunatic,” Eddie tells him, but he’s leaning in close, now, curling a hand around Steve’s neck. “Whoops, he says,” and Eddie shakes his head fondly, close enough that the tip of his nose swipes across Steve’s with the movement. “How long?”

“We’re still not kissing, right?” Steve asks, just to clarify, and Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “Yep. Still good with that. Sure. How long what?”

“Don’t play dumb, princess.”

“I mean – are you asking about me? Are you asking about me knowing about you? Are you asking about attraction, or feelings, or…”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and Steve supposes he walked himself into that. He’s still – Steve could count individual lashes dashed across Eddie’s eyelids, he’s so close.

“Yeah. Alright. Me? Been trying to sort it out for a while, I think, since Vecna. For sure? Two weeks ago, when you made me come watch your campaign finale, or whatever.” Eddie’s eyes gleam with interest, and Steve can see him searching for a specific moment, but it hadn’t been a specific moment, it had been an amalgamation of the last seven months of his life, and watching Eddie in his element, threading together a sweeping close to a tale he’s been working on for a full year, seeing the kids delighted faces, thinking about all the shit they’d been through and all the terrible things they’ve seen, it had all clicked into place. “You? I didn’t know, know. Just. Robin’s always saying there are signs, if you look for them. I hoped. I was looking for them.”

Had to talk himself into and out of reading into signs multiple times, honestly.

“I had some very confusing boners before I understood them, so I can’t really pinpoint that one, but a while,” and Eddie’s lips curl up, which is nice. It’s one of his favorite things to do, making Eddie smile like that. “The… I liked you from the start, is the thing, so there isn’t just a single moment but… you remember that night we got up on the roof of the van and got way too fucking high?”

“You couldn’t find the Big Dipper,” Eddie recalls fondly.

“Yeah, well, you were right there next to me, being all freakishly smart about constellations and looking at me and when you told me about your mom I wanted to just – tear the whole fucking world apart for you. So.”

“So,” Eddie says, and his voice has gone whisper soft and his breath is fanning across Steve’s face and his eyes are big and brown and soft at the edges.

“We’re still doing the no kissing part, right?”

Eddie hums. Tilts his head to the side just a bit, and his nose stripes across Steve’s cheek. “I could probably be persuaded otherwise.”

It’s – he’s –

“If I admit the panic might be coming on now, will you change your mind?”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool. I’m very chill about this.”

“Steve,” he says, and his voice is so fucking soft, and his fingers are skittering up the side of Steve’s arm.

“Freaking out a little bit. Don’t – you can stay here, though.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you need.”

“While we’re here, you could – I mean I know I said I clocked you pretty easily but if you wanted, I would definitely be okay hearing about – how. How that happened.”

Eddie’s eyes flit up, hold Steve’s. “You lying about anxiety to get me to tell you my dirty secrets?”

“I’m not that smart,” Steve tells him, and Eddie’s smile tilts up at the corners.

#steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steve is a chaotic bisexual #that's just a fact.

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sassykio4fun · 9 months

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Girls this, Girls that!

tom kaulitz x female!reader

You sunk deeper into the stiff cushion of your plane seat, turning the volume of your ipod up to its limit, attempting to drown out the familiar voice you loathed- Tom Kaulitz voice.

Tokio hotel and your band were currently on tour together, on the way towards your next destination.

Unfortunately for you, you got a seat right beside him, but you did get the window seat, so that makes the experience a bit better in your honest opinion.

It's not that he's a bad person, it's just that he's not that interesting to you. All he talks about is girls, girls, and more girls, it gets old, very fast.

Like right now, he's rambling to his brother-Bill, about how 'smoking' the flight attendant is and how he'd like to take her to the bathroom-and so on.

Taking out an earbud, you turned towards him. "Hey! You think you can lower your voice just a bit?" You questioned him, tensed hand lifting up, thumb and pointer-finger as close as possible, emphasizing 'just'.

The boy cleared his throat, "Yeah, sorry, I was just talking about that fli-" "I heard, that's why I asked you to lower your voice." You interrupted before he went on one of his tiring rants again.

You go to lift your earbud towards your ear when you hear his voice again. "Do you have something against me or something?" Tom questioned, eyebrows scrunched, a bothered expression on his usually smug face.

"I have absolutely no problem with you, Tom." You answered him, looking down at your ipod, not wanting to converse with him anymore than you already had.

He furrowed his eyebrows, teeth grazing his pirecing in thought. "You sure?" he question, narrowing dark eyes at you. "You seem to get along just fine with all of my bandmates, having full conversations and all."

"I don't think we would get along, our personalities just don't go together." You sighed out, shooting him a fake smile.

"How so? You haven't even attempted to get to know me, not one conversation." He responded, cocking his head to the side, body facing you now.

You take your reamining earbud out retorting, "I've heard what you talk about from afar, like I said, we would not get along." You turn, face to face with him now.

"What things have I said that would make you think we wouldn't get along?" he inquired, folding his hands together, leaning against your shared armrest.

Blowing air from your nose you explained, "Everytime you open your mouth, it's always about some girl, this girl, that girl, it's on repeat, Tom."

"Hey, if I see a hot girl, I'm gonna call it out, what's the problem with that." He remarked, a smirk on his face now.

"Right." You deadpanned, turning away, facing the seat infront of you, going to grab your earbuds again.

He placed his hands on you earbuds, stopping you from blocking him out. "I was just joking." he rushed out, "Kind of." he added after a second thought.

Your turned back toward him with a questioning look, "What now?" you grumbled, tugging your earbuds from his fingers.

"Look, we're gonna be together these next few of weeks, don't you think we should at least try and get along, you know fans are seeming to catch onto our supposed 'beef'?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, eyebrows raised.

Sucking your teeth, you took in his pleading expression. "That would be a good idea, BUT, only if you calm down with your girl talk, atleast around me, I do mean it when I say that it's annoying." you hold up your fore-finger, showing him that you're serious.

He tsked, "I mean I can try, but you know, seeing as that's the only thing I talk about, it'll be a little difficult." he coughed out, hiding a laugh.

"Haha, very funny." you rolled your eyes, lips twitching up as you go through song on you ipod, finally putting your earbuds back in.

"Sooo, what are you listening to?" Tom asked, face hovering over your eyepod, huffing, you handed him one of your earbuds, knowing this was gonna be a long flight- a good one or bad one you didn't know.

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this.🎀

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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Oh, golly! A known youtuber was recently exposed for plagiarism also turns out to be an extreme misogynist?? Who could've noticed such a thing!

It's not like in multiple videos he went on rants about how female authors are big bads for writing about MLM couples and female fans are big bads for daring to enjoy those ships.

In his Killing Stalking video, he attacked women for enjoying the manga and (it's been a long time since I watched that video, and considering that he nuked everything, it's not like I can go back, but I'm pretty sure that he said that) we are raised with the belief that the abusive relationships between two gay men are ok to fetishize while we'd never read the same thing between a man and a woman (not only this is stupid and untrue, but notice how a third kind of couple is missing, here. Wonder why.)

Later on, he talked shit about the author of Love, Simon, forcing her to come out, then proceeded to keep addressing her as a "straight" woman, and whined that the book/movie erased the characters of any kind of sexuality despite the women wanting to see gay men do the nasty.

Later, later on, he rambled about Red, White, and Royal Blue, and this time he complained about that the evil women who fetishize gay men were against genuine displays of sex acts between two gay men (???).

For years, he blabbed about how women are the true enemy of gay-men-focused medias, and even then he couldn't keep his story straight (do we like to see these gay men fuck or not?? James, which one is it??).

Not to mention the fantastic take of "Queer women had it easier throughout history," because that's such a punch in the chest that we can't ignore it.

Guys, this shit was always in plain sight. He never tried to hide it, there was no need for a bald bisexual man to make us notice it. We gotta stop turning our faces to blatant misogyny simply because it's being expressed by a gay man.

Yuuuup.

I'm genuinely sorry for the people who didn't spot it, but I am not sympathetic. Somerton was not even a little bit subtle. He was a toxic, rancid piece of shit for many, many years.

Also, even the plagiarism accusations are years old. People just didn't listen because nobody youtube-famous had made a big video about them.

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the-journal-in-law · 1 year

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Are We Not Enemies?

@saltydumplings

"You left me!" the villain accused, eyes narrowed and lined with the faintest hint of tears as they jabbed a finger towards their nemesis.

The hero's expression, however, remained bewildered. "I went on holiday..."

"You didn't tell me!" the villain snapped.

"I was gone for a week--"

"I thought you were dead! I thought Supervillain had killed you so I hunted them down and I killed them to get revenge for you!"

The hero's mouth fell open wordlessly, eyes going wide. "Y-You did what?"

"What? Was I supposed to just let your killer go?"

The hero spluttered. "That's what I expected, yes!"

The villain went quiet at that, tilting their head down so the hero couldn't see what they were feeling. Hoarsely, they repeated, "I thought you were dead..."

"Are you - are you crying?" the hero said incredulously.

"Shut up!" The villain wiped their eyes on their sleeve. "I wouldn't have had to do it if you hadn't disappeared on me!"

The hero was speechless. Then, in a confused voice, they said, "Did I miss something? Are we friends? Heck, lovers?"

The villain fixed a blank look on them. "Excuse me?"

"It's just...the way you're reacting is more like a concerned wife than a murderous maniac." The hero gestured helplessly.

Really, all they did was respond to an emergency call right after getting off the plane. And - surprise, surprise - the first villain they had to fight after their holiday was the one the hero was often called to apprehend.

What did surprise them was when the villain suddenly stopped their monologue upon catching sight of the hero. Then, the villain had teleported them to an abandoned warehouse where they proceeded to rant about taking a break off work without telling them.

"I'm really sorry if I did miss something. You know, my friend calls me an oblivious idiot on good days, and with you being - well, a villain - I never considered you would want to date me?" The hero's voice went high. "Not that you being a villain means I don't want to date you. Just that I kinda wasn't expecting it? N-not that I think you want to date me. We can be friends! If you're open to it. It might be a bit weird, what with us being on opposing sides, but I'm sure we can--"

"Hero," the villain interrupted. "Breathe."

The hero gasped in a huge breath. With a weak smile, they said, "S-sorry. I tend to ramble a lot."

"I know," the villain said. "It's not like you haven't kept an entire conversation going during our fights - by yourself while fighting. This is a pretty late apology."

"I do that?" the hero wondered, then shook their head. "Nevermind! Can we go back to the fact that you killed Supervillain?"

The villain crossed their arms. "I figured it was past time for someone to topple their throne."

"Wait, no," the hero said. "You're not getting away that easily. You said and I quote, that you killed Supervillain to get revenge for me."

"Did you seriously say 'and I quote?'"

"Answer my question."

The villain stared consideringly at the hero, and it almost seemed as if they were going to comply. "I don't remember you asking a question."

"Did you get soft?" the hero pushed. "Did I melt your cold heart and now you have warm, fuzzy--"

"No!" the villain yelled. "As if I would get feelings for you."

"Wow, harsh," the hero replied, a little hurt. "Is me being a hero turning you off that much?"

"It's not about you being a hero," the villain hissed. "I couldn't care less about that. It's about your little holiday jaunt forcing me to take over a criminal empire!"

The hero gaped. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I killed Supervillain!" the villain shouted. "That means every one of their supporters and whoever else who wanted their position is going after me now."

"I-I'm sorry?" the hero stuttered, not sure if they were actually to blame but knowing better than to voice that out loud. "Do you...do you want to go on a date?" they blurted.

The villain raised a brow. "A date."

The hero winced. "Yes, a date. For compensation?"

The silence stretched long enough for the hero to nearly take back the offer.

"A date," the villain repeated, this time a little manic. "Yeah, why not? A date with a hero..."

"Is that a 'yes?'"

"Yes," the villain said, finally allowing themselves a small smile.

#prompt fill #heroes and villains #hero x villain

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lemonsprite · 4 months

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Fooling around || Sebastian Sallow x Male!Reader

Summary: you teach Sebastian to let loose a little

Word count:

Warnings: slight suggestive themes (?) nothing crazy just snogging (hate that term as an American)

A/N: might make a Verizon about Ominis where he’s jealous of m! Reader and Sebastian idk tho TT okay off topic I HATE JK ROWLING SO MUCH WITH A BURNING PASSION AS A TRANSGENDER but! I am also autistic and unfortunately have a special interest in Harry Potter (I’ve had one since I was nine) AND ITS SUCH A BAD CONFLICT I want to make content but at the same time don’t (anyways make sure you pirate Hogwarts legacy xoxo) NOT BETA READ IM SORRY

“Okay okay-“ smiled Sebastian, leaning backwards against the nearby wall of the undercroft. “I dare you…” he paused, thinking of what next to say. “To send Amit Thakkar an owl full of belch powder!”

“Godric’s Heart Sebastian that’s awful!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

Sebastian tsk’d, waving a finger in front of your face. “Ah-ah-ah you choose dare, remember?” He smirked.

With a sigh you admitted your defeat, reluctantly producing a blank piece of parchment to begin your nasty prank. Despite your reluctance to this task, Sebastian had welcomed you in to the undercroft even with all his prejudice towards you in the beginning- part of you felt like you had to go along with his dare even if it was a bit cruel (and a little funny).

Having never played many muggle games growing up, you’d thought now would be a better time than ever to introduce Sebastian to the wonderful word of ‘Truth or Dare’. Part of you regretted that decision now, with how wonderfully he was adapting to the game already.

“Alright Sebastian- Truth or dare?” You ask, not looking up from your letter.

“Truth.”

“Got any one in the castle you fancy?”

Sebastian’s silence is what finally drew you from your letter, looking up to meet his flushed gaze.

Part of you had expected a ‘no.’ After all, Sebastian never struck you as the romancing type, but seeing his face dusted in pink wasn’t unwelcome- in fact you quite liked the look on him. A voice in the back of your head urged you to make him blush more often.

You raised your eyebrow at him, prompting him to answer.

Sebastian whispered something, you could not make it out.

“What?” You asked, staring at him confusedly.

“You.” He whispered.

“Me what?”

“You- I Like you!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice raising in frustration at your obliviousness.

Oh.

That went from zero to one hundred.

There was silence for what felt like eternity before you let out a small chuckle, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice Sebastian had brought the two of you.

He stared at you, his eyes a mixture of emotions.

Sebastian began hurriedly covering up his earlier confession. “I know you probably think that strange- I mean a boy liking another boy? Weird right anyways-“

“I like you too.” You said, staring at him over your cup of juice.

That effectively stopped Sebastian’s rambling, he peered at you- bewildered.

“But… but we’re both men?”

“And?” You asked. “Back where I’m from It’s quite normal for boys our age to fool around with each other before we marry- course’ I feel like we should all just be able to marry whom ever we want, never really found myself fancying girls.” You ranted, waving your hand animatedly in the air. All the while Sebastian stared at you, wide eyed and curious.

“…really?” He asked after a moment. You nodded your head, very serious.

“Have you ever… kissed another boy?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh yeah, plenty- a few girls here and there too…” you smiled, leaning in closer to Sebastian.

It seemed impossible to shock Sebastian any further yet here you were.

“And… fooling around… that too?”

“Occasionally… once or twice.”

Again there was silence, Sebastian staring at you intently.

“Could you…” Sebastian paused, thinking of the best way to go about this increasingly awkward conversation. “… teach me?”

It was your turn to be shocked now, staring at him for a moment.

“Teach you?”

“To like… you know- fool around…” said Sebastian, averting his gaze to the floor, that adorable pink flush returning.

You smiled at him, finding his clumsiness adorable.

“Sure.”

Tentatively, as if afraid of scaring away a small creature, you reach your hand over to Sebastian, placing your palm over his and guiding his hand to your waist.

“Like this okay?” You hum, looking up at Sebastian who swallowed heavily and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna- lean down here…” you explain with a grunt, shifting yourself backwards so that you were almost laying on the ground with your elbow propped up to support your weight, Sebastian’s hand still on your waist.

“Now I want you to put one leg over me… kinda like a broom.” You explained, watching with a smile as Sebastian clumsily followed your orders, straddling your legs.

“Good.” You praised, moving Sebastian’s other hand to cage in your body against the floor, your own tangling itself into his hair.

Sebastian’s mouth was slightly agape, his pupils blown wide and his eyes alight with excitement.

“This alright?” You asked, looking up at him to make sure he was still doing good.

“Very.” He breathed. “Could we uh…” he trailed off.

“Get to the kissing part?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” Said Sebastian. “That… Please.”

Using your hand buried in his hair you guided Sebastian towards you, his head dipping to meet your lips in an inexperienced kiss.

It was clumsy and awkward, a mess of teeth clashing against each other and rushed apologies from Sebastian’s mouth.

Your chest was alight and if you hadn’t known any better you’d expected fire works to burst straight from your torso like one of Garreth’s wild potions.

“(y/n)…” breathed Sebastian into the kiss, his hand digging into the fabric on your waist. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss as you opened your mouth.

Pulling away from the embrace you look up breathlessly at Sebastian, his lips plump and swollen from all the kissing.

“Can I take your cloak off?” You ask quietly, your voice echoing in the undercroft. “It’d make this whole thing a lot easier.” And before you could even reach a hand up to unbuckle the clasp of Sebastian’s cloak he’d beaten you to the chase, practically ripping the fabric off his shoulders as he tossed it behind the two of you.

You looked at him in shocked silence, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Eager are we?” You asked.

“Hush.” Said Sebastian, taking the lead as he bent down, his free hand not on your waist going to your chest, wrapping around your torso and pulling you in closer still.

Sebastian enveloped you in a kiss once more. Your mouth opened into his, turning messy as you searched for Sebastian’s tongue, the undercroft filling with the noises of breathless moans.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you from the moment, Sebastian’s head whipping around to meet the intruders.

“Ominis!” He smiled forcefully, dropping his hands causing you to fall and smack your head against the old tiled floor with a ‘thump!’.

You groaned in pain, Sebastian reaching out his hands to help you before stopping himself, looking back at Ominis.

“Sebastian.” Ominis growled. “Are you seriously snogging a girl in the undercroft? I thought this was our place!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean-“ floundered Sebastian, helping you sit up from the floor and whispering apologies into your ear.

“I just… I really like this guy Ominis.” Sebastian mumbled, looking at the floor embarrassedly, not realizing his words till they’d already slipped out.

“Guy?” Asked Ominis, his voice suddenly soft.

“(y/n). I’m with (y/n).” Admitted Sebastian, his face that adoring shade of pink once more.

Ominis was silent for a long moment processing this new information.

“Okay… it’s- it’s okay Sebastian just… just go make out somewhere else yeah?” Ominis said, his voice suddenly soft and as soon as the tender moment happened it disappeared, the blonde boys voice snarky once more. “And if I ever catch you snogging in here again I’ll have your head, got it?”

“Very.” Said Sebastian with a small smirk, relieved at his friends response. He wrapped his hand around yours, hastily grabbing his discarded cloak and standing up. “Now I’m gonna…”

“Please do get your sorry excuse out of here.” Scoffed Ominis. “I’ll have to disinfect everything, who knows what you two’ve been getting up to.”

Jojo try not to rush another fics ending challenge (impossible)

#fanfic #fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy sebastian #literature #drabbles #drabble #one shot #oneshot #ominis gaunt #x male reader #male reader

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nuzzle · 5 months

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Hi~

I saw your post about how lolita fashion (and ads for it) have changed in the last few years, especially for Angelic Pretty, and I agree completely!

I think the lack of creative ads these days might be b/c Gothic & Lolita Bible isn't around anymore? (cries) and Kera went purely digital ages ago, I don't know if it's even still around (I should have kept my old Kera magazines). But I remember how I always used to look forward to seeing the clothes and layouts that were featured in the new issues of each magazine.

My favorite when I first got into lolita was from the Wedding issue of the English edition of GLB; a model for Baby was wearing a lovely, tulip print skirt (or was it the jsk?) in blue, holding a parasol and sitting at a cafe table. Something about her looked so sweet and simple; I wanted to be a lolita just like that!

The models in the magazines always looked like they were happy or having fun, which I think is part of what made me want certain dresses or blouses. In AP's current ads, the model just looks... kinda sad and pouty and bored. I've noticed that for a lot of their dresses, they've been skimping on the lace, frills, and ribbons, and there's no more cute hair styles either! Meanwhile, wasn't it AP that brought lolita from old school to New School / OTT sweet when they had models wearing pastel pink / blue wigs for their Mermaid Symphony (iirc) photoshoot back in 2007?

On a different, but kinda related note, I've noticed that in the past 5 years or so AP has been making a lot of dresses with ridiculously high waists.... also so many sack dresses (I know they started doing this back in like 2012 or so with that polka-dot M&M print dress)

Sorry for the long rant, I just really miss the old days of lolita fashion

hello there!

i'm always glad to have some feedback when i post rambles and thoughts on things. i never expect it, so thank you for your input! it's also comforting to know others feel the same way.

i agree that without as many publications in general (especially physical) there's less of a reason to put as much effort into details, like the magazine spreads that were commonly done for example. most people get information on releases online these days, making physical catalogs a bit obsolete.. aside from collectors. i greatly miss all of the graphics and how inspirational everything felt back then, especially the little PNG pictures of items in catalogs.

you're completely right about pictures from GLB's and other magazines looking generally "happier" and more like daily life sort of pictures, like the one in the cafe you mention. that aspect of it appealed greatly to lifestyle lolitas! seeing a dress pictured in a "real life" situation rather than just a plain white background photoshoot picture makes a huge difference. it brings it to life, and makes it a lot easier to see yourself wearing it.

i think a big change in marketing is that AP doesn't cater as much to lifestylers.. and lolitas who are very much interested in the fashion beyond a surface level and see them as more than just clothes. all of the photos now actually feel like advertisements, when they used to also be appealing from a photography perspective. like they're only trying to sell you a product and not an experience, even if only visual. for me, that takes away from it a lot.. it almost feels as though that sense of community, and the acknowledgement that lolita is a subculture, is dwindling.

plus, it's definitely more than just presentation that's changed as you said. i feel as though the designs AP offers have been super uninspired compared to old releases. not as many details, not as much custom lace, and the general silhouettes becoming a bit lazy.. tons more, but i could go on for days. even the revamp and progression of the lyrical bunny mascot has felt a bit soulless. very sad to see, because i do agree that they were the brand to introduce OTT sweet in a revolutionary way.

as much as i gripe about old vs new AP changes, the positive side is that we can still look back fondly on the old era!

and no problem at all! it was nice to hear another perspective on this. ^^

#asks

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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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His Chaotic Girl

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

A/N: Couldn’t sleep last night so wrote this at 1am.

His Chaotic Girl

Timmy woke up at 2am in the morning to find himself alone in bed, and sat up immediately scanning the room for his girlfriend.

‘Y/n?’ He whispered to the empty room heating no reply. He pushed the covers back and got out throwing a sweat top on him and heading towards the living room where he found his girlfriend of 2 years sitting on the large window sill looking out at the sleeping city of New York hugging her bare knees.

‘Baby?’ He walked over to her as she looked up at him.

‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’ She stood up to stand in front of him as he smiled lovingly and shook his head. ‘No, I woke up because I didn’t feel you beside me. Not because you were making noise, you’re as quiet as a mouse.’

He tucked her hair behind her ear before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.

‘Your thoughts consume you my love. You need to write them down or talk to get it all out.’

She nodded against his shoulder and sighed as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down. ‘Talk. Rant. Ramble. Whatever helps.’

She sighed and began talking to him and once she started she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted too. Timmy listened patiently and rubbed his fingers over her knuckles when she clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay, and held her tight when she finally did cry. She eventually drifted off in his arms at 3am, and he carried her to bed.

He knew what he was getting into when they met. His friends, her friends even her own family tried to ‘warn him’ that she was broken and her mind went a million miles a minute. He didn’t care about either of their friends, but her family shouldn’t have been the people to warn him or scare him away from her, he found that fact particularly disturbing and a little bit disgusting to be fair.

Her intelligence and her ability to feel empathy made her extremely sensitive so she felt absolutely EVERYTHING.

Timmy absolutely loved that about her, it only proved to him that as much as she could run circles around even the most intellectual people he knew, she also had a huge heart.

And God her mind was incredible, the way it worked and how she saw the world. Timmy thought he would never find anyone in this world that was like him. An old soul, who saw the world differently than others. Someone who could SEE!

On their first date they were at the restaurant until closing time because they were so deep in their conversation. Then they just walked around the city until dusk. He walked her home and left feeling more alive than he had ever felt.

They woke up the next morning and just stayed in bed. They talked, they watched tv he read to her and she showed him some of her paintings she had been working on. They were incredible.

Other people thought she was weird and abnormal, he thought she was an absolute fucking genius. And he told her that one time and she just laughed shoving his shoulder.

Later they went for a walk around Central Park and he bought her a pretzel which she thanked him for and munched on.

She was weird to everyone but to him she was his chaotic girl.

@sufferingstarlight

@gatoenlaciudad

@kteezy997

@lixzey

@tchalamss

#lil timmy tim #timothèe chalamet #timothée hal chalamet #timmy x reader #Timmy fluff

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unforgettble420 · 10 months

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Could ya PLEASEE do Ponyboy X bold!fem!reader who’s like really loud almost all the time?

-Robbinkeene’s reader acc

“Blushed”

[idk if u wanted a fic or HCs so I js wrote a fic but I can do Hc’s if u want ]

“PONY!!” You screamed from across the school hall. You were y/n y/l most ppl knew you as that one loud girl who was dating ponyboy

Shockingly you two met through Johnny, no one would’ve expect you, one of the most boldest loudest girl they’ve ever met to be friends with Johnny cade.

“Hey y/n” ponyboy said he was a bit more quite but he loved how confident and loud you were, it somewhat reminded him of sodapop. “Soo what class do u have next?” You questioned him “oh I’ve got math next, god I hate Mrs.white. She’s always on my ass to answer questions” he replied

(Little time skip)

As you and ponyboy exited the school you were rambling about some movie you wanted watch with him, he watched you admiring your gorgeous face light up talking about the movie.

“Pony? You ok?” You noticed him spacing off “sorry I got lost in thought” he quickly replied

You two walked to the DX while you continued on your rant

“Hey soda!” You and soda were practically the same person you both had confidence, boldness, charm and we’re both extremely loud

“ sup Y/N!” “So how was school for y’all” he asked “it was ok Mrs.white was once again up my ass” ponyboy really did have a hatred for that women😭 “what about you y/n?” Soda asked he always knew you had the juicest drama “omg you won’t believe what happened-” you went on about how one of your girlfriends got into some argument with her bf.

Once u and ponyboy got back to he’s house you went to he’s room

“So pony what do u want to do” you smirked while saying it he knew what you wanted to do and he knew you wanted to hear him say it “um how about we uhhh-” you cut him off with a kiss, he blushed profusely.

I Hope this was ok it was my first ask😭

#the outsiders #outsiders x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy imagine #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy headcanons

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kywaslost · 1 year

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Hii!! I hope you are having a good day❤

Would it be okay to ask some comfort with Hawks (or Izuku) where the reader feels like they are always annoying him and apologizing about it a lot.

Like they feel like they might be too clingy at times, or that they are talking too much when getting excited about something. Or if they ask him to do something small like asking for a water they immediately say something like "actually no, I'm sorry I can get it for myself."

Basically they are just afraid they are being annoying and he would eventually start hate them for it and leave

(I love your writings so much!!❤ Reading them makes me always smile! :3 I hope you had good Christmas!❤)

You Don’t Bother Me - Izuku

A/N: Hey! My day’s been alright, hope you’re having an amazing day <3 I love this idea so much because this is my thought process lol. I always find that my writings are better when I can have some sort of personal connection with them :) And I’m so glad you like my writings, that makes me so happy!! I hope you had an amazing Christmas as well!!!!

Most people have the slight thought pass through their mind from time to time, ‘am I annoying?’. Of course, there are some who don’t give a care in the world, and those are the people no one can stand most of the time. Then there are the ones who sometimes act on this thought, maybe opting out of certain actions or choosing not to say certain things just to be a more likable person. Finally, there are the ones who overthink this thought. They stew over it endlessly, which only ends up with them convinced to the high heavens that they are the most bothersome person around and no one likes them.

Alright, maybe you didn’t take it that far, but you most certainly were one of the few people who overthink about their status with others. Especially your boyfriend Izuku Midoriya. He was just so sweet and kind to you that you sometimes felt like maybe he thought it was a chore to help you with things or to do things for you.

You weren’t sure when you first thought he may be annoyed by you. Maybe it was the time when you asked him for an emergency study date for math because you had an exam the next day and were lagging behind in class a bit. You felt bad because Izuku already had work studies with Endeavor and he looked worn down, but nevertheless, he smiled softly and said, “Sure. I’ll meet you in your dorm in about half an hour.”

That night, as you lay in bed, you began to think of every time Izuku had inconvenienced you. The countless times he had helped you with homework, or dropped whatever he was doing to calm you down when you got anxious or scared. That happened often. You rolled over, pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, and tried to sleep away the thoughts.

A few days later, you were hanging out in Izuku’s room. You both had the day off and chose to spend the day together. Izuku had just gotten out of the shower and flopped down on his bed when you walked into the room. Your movements were quick and it startled the boy.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You huffed, blowing hair from your eyes as you turned to your boyfriend. You began to pace as you answered, “I’m fine. Just frustrated.”

“Why?” Izuku sat up, all of his attention on you as you began to ramble.

“I was playing Minecraft with (best friend), you know, my friend from middle school, and we had cheats on to keep inventory. We decided I could use commands to find the location of the nearest stronghold, which was 1071 blocks away.” You went on to explain how you spent an hour and a half mining to the strong hold just for it to be a staircase and 1 room. No hallways, no portal room.

The more in detail you got in your little rant, the more you began thinking that Deku would rather talk about something else, or how this is just an inconvenience for him. As you neared the end of your tale you spoke slower and a lot quieter. “Sorry. You probably didn’t want to hear all of that.”

Izuku laughed gently, shaking his head. “I don’t mind Y/N. I love hearing your rants.” He stood up and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head with a smile. “Now what do you want to do today?”

As time passed you couldn’t help but feel like you were bothering Izuku. When deciding what to eat for lunch, Izuku insisted he’d make whatever you wanted since you were much more of a picky eater than he was. You felt bad, because you knew he didn’t particularly like what you were craving at the moment. And then you felt bad because he was cooking for you.

“No, Izu, I can make lunch myself,” you smiled slightly. “I know you don’t really like (favorite food).”

“I’ll cook whatever you want me to,” he smiled back. “Really, it’s no bother.”

When the two of you went to train later in the afternoon, you finally met your breaking point. You felt so bad for Izuku. In your mind, he had to deal with you and put you before himself. You had to start training on what you needed to work on, and breaks had to be taken whenever you were feeling weary. Every time you asked Midoriya if he needed a break because he was looking worn down, he’d deny it and keep training.

During one of your breaks, you fell to the ground and let the coolness of the floor cool you off. You had finished off your water bottle on the last break, so you had nothing to drink for the moment.

“Y/N, I’m going to go get a snack, would you like anything?” your boyfriend asked, looking down to you on the floor.

“Yeah, can I have some water? I drank all of mine.” The second the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You didn’t want to annoy Izuku more than you thought you already had. “Actually, I’m sorry. I can get it myself.” You pushed yourself up on your feet, swaying slightly.

Izuku placed a hand on your shoulder to steady you, frowning. “Hey, no, don’t be sorry. I can get it. You need to rest for a moment.”

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. And then you cried, covering your face with your hands.

Your sudden outburst startled Izuku, and his arms immediately wrapped around you in a tight hug. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you overworked? Did I do something?”

You took a moment to cry into your boyfriend’s chest, gripping his sweaty shirt. It took a while, but your sobs finally died down to soft whimpers and you were able to speak again. “I feel so bad for annoying you,” you sniffled. “I”ve been bothering you a lot recently. I’m just afraid you’re going to have enough of it and break up with me because I’m too clingy. I--”

Izuku cuts you off, hugging you tighter. “Baby, you aren’t bothering me. You don’t annoy me. You aren’t clingy, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed. “I figured something was going on. You’ve been apologizing a lot more. I was worried about you. But I’m glad you’ve told me what’s going on.” He gently pushed you to sit down on the bench behind you, then wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumb. “I’m going to get you some water and a snack. Then we’ll head back to the dorms. We’re going to spend the rest of the evening talking through this.” He smiled softly. “I want you to feel comfortable, n/n. I love you. I hope you know that.”

Izuku spent the rest of the night helping you work through your feelings. He reassured you that you were never a bother to him and that he would do anything for you. He ordered your favorite take-out, put on your favorite tv show, and cuddled you in his bed. Deku hated that you felt this way, and he promised to work with you on your self-esteem around him.

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k4shixe · 9 days

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Helloooo!

Could I request Haikyuu characters Oikawa, Sugawara and Kuroo with a chubby reader who's an extrovert and loves books and movies and CANNOT stop yapping about them? I feel like they'd listen to them and just be happy to be included in their rambles.

Haikyuu Boys with Reader That Always Talks About Books and Movies

Staring; Toru Oikawa, Koshi Sugawara and Tetsuro Kuroo

Pairings; Oikawa x gn!reader, Sugawara x gn!reader, Kuroo x gn!reader

CW; chubby reader, affection, pet names (baby,babe and sweetheart), written at 2am ;)

Toru Oikawa

* You guys actually at a meet up with friends, he saw how you stood out from the rest and weren’t shy to speak about your interests

* When you guys went on your first date, he cant lie he did find it a bit annoying as you kept on going into some lore when he just wanted to know your current book your reading or movie you liked because (fyi) he’s a little self centred

* He also loves reading and watching movies, he always finds some time to do so

* But he loved those little moments when you did stop to ask for his input and you’d get plenty to go off of

* When you guys officially started dating you would both go to the little cafe down the street to the high school and would discuss a movie

* Discuss means poor Oikawa listening to you rant about how the two main protagonists should’ve ended up together

* He would take you to his practices and join you every chance he got to ask for an update on whats happening since he doesn’t want to get left behind

* “Babe, I think we should continue our conversation somewhere else” he says as he glances around the room to everyone staring at you both after the 6th angry shout about why the author killed off your favourite side character

* It was late afternoon anyways so you agreed of course since you were far from finishing and continued telling him about your current read

* “And they got lost while snow boarding so they had to cuddle up together, like it was sooo cute!” You mindlessly rambled on

* “Do you wish it was you?” Oikawa teased as he opened the door to the apartment

* “Well…mayb- AHH PUT ME DOWN OIKAWA”

* “Sorry, gotta give my book worm her nap”

* He took you to the couch and let you lay on his lap while he snuggled you in a blanket and put on your favourite movie to watch <3

Koshi Sugawara

* The instant you and Sugawara met, you knew it was meant to be

* He was just as interested in any movie or book you’ve read

* He loved listening to your talk about you favourite shows with so much passion

* Your favourite spots would be a little bench in the park or a small cafe to get a quick snack

* You were so cute to him as you excitedly told him about the newest release and he would excitedly reply with the same energy or more

* He is so cute he would rather die then interrupt you, never wanting to miss a thing and would always tell you where you left off so you could continue

* He and you would take turns choosing books and set a goal or have a challange on who could finish it first

* It was honestly just a way to have someone to talk to about your current read but Sugawara never refused and always took the challenge

* This man would never ever get mad at you for anything, even if you spoil what would happen he would just laugh it off

* He would join you at lunch as you always had something to say

* Always had some sort of input

* “I just cant believe they done her so dirty”

* “YES YOUR SO RIGHT! LIKE HOW COULD THEY!” you shouted a bit too loud but you couldnt help it. You loved when he was listening and matched you energy (which is always)

* His favourite part would always be when you both had a date at home and snuggle under the blanket with a torch and a book ready to be started <3

Tetsuro Kuroo

* You guys met accidentally while he was practicing

* You were talking (complaining) to Kenma about why Kuroo couldnt just participate a little on the group assignment when he so happens to over hear

* “Oh someones talking about me” he would say smugly as he watched you mess up your words trying to make up an excuse to cover up your reason

* “Sorry, Im more focused on my extra-curricular right now. But I’ll try a little so you wont have to do it all”

* You met up after school and thats when he first came into contact with your true self

* At first it was slight remarks to books that he was forced to read for school but later he couldn’t tell but he knew it was quoted

* He asked you about it and you told him you were into books and movies and as a joke he said he was too

* Big mistake tho

* Cause when you started dating you made him read and watch all kinds of stuff

* He had to tell you eventually when he couldn’t keep up with the amount of requested books he had to read or movies to watch

* You were sad that he couldn’t relate to anything you were saying but he encouraged you to keep talking

* He would stare at you while you spoke, adoring you

* Literally loved how adorable you looked with your eyes sparkling in excitement and your little hand gestures as you explained to him for context

* Sometimes he would take you out for dates just to admire you

* “Kuroo? Are you listening?”

* “Hm? Oh yeah. Something about the dungeon being different”

* Your heart melted. It wasnt spot on but he was listening

* “Yeah they took the dragons away and added purple limestone during the years-“

* “And they made her go into the room without her helmet”

* “What, they tricked her?!” He would reply dramatically with a gasp

* “Why?!”

* You were going to forget the fact you already mentioned that part for the sake of his reactions

* When walking home he would hum and nod while watching around his surroundings as he listened to you speak

* “Thats literally not fair, like why did they end up together! Like the others had much cuter moments like when they went to the movies together”

* He smirked as he turned to you

* “Sweetheart, would you like to watch a movie together?”

* He took you to the couch anyways and let you lay on his chest with a blanket on top as you both watched your favourite movie for the 4th time <3

A/n; I love this idea sm and it is so cute! I agree that they would all listen and put their input. I apologise if it is bad or for any mistakes as I just saw and started write this at 2am. Please send in any more requests as im always open and Hope You Enjoy! :)

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the-maidofgevaudan · 2 years

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Sorry Candy

Requested: No (but feel free to send a request for JJ as he's the only person I write for right now)- This is a little idea I got from a TV show. It's not proof read, so sorry if there are any typos/errors. GIF not mine- creds to owner.

Summary: You and JJ got into a little tiff and he finds a unique and nostalgic way to say he’s sorry.

word count: 1.1 K

He hadn't meant to snap at you. Really, it was the combination of Pope rambling on and on about some math theory or another, and Kiara and John B bickering back and forth and then Sarah jumped in, and it was way too hot to be out on The Pogue, and when did he last have any water, and then you knocked the freshly rolled blunt out of his hand. It was the only thing he was counting on to keep him calm amongst all the chaos, so he lost it a bit. He immediately regretted it, yelling at you, his usual solace in the chaos that came from his rambunctious friends. The look on your face after he blew up was enough to make him spiral into his endless thoughts of self-loathing. Losing his temper like this made him think of his dad and he hated it.

You knew he hadn’t meant to get so mad- his mood heightened by his building anxiety. You had noticed a few ticks of his making an appearance before he started rolling the blunt. Although you knew him so well, it didn’t make the sting of him yelling at you hurt any less. Everyone went so quiet after his outburst. You didn’t know where to look. You stiffly stood from your normal spot beside JJ and moved to the back with Pope. Sarah made an excuse about needing to be back home for some Kook event with her family and John B started the long and mostly quiet ride back to the Chateau. Sarah gave you a small smile as they pulled back up to the dock.

JJ watched you practically run to get off the boat. His eyes followed your form all the way to the back door of the chateau where you disappeared inside. He took a few deep breaths and let his head fall into his hands. “I messed up.” Pope chuckled- he was the only one left on the boat with the blonde. John B had disappeared to take Sarah home and Kie was no doubt checking on you. “Messed up, you did.”

“I hadn’t meant to yell at her.”

“I know.”

“You think she’ll forgive me?”

Pope gives a small laugh, “JJ, you may screw shit up a lot, but I don't think you could mess up so bad she wouldn’t forgive you.”

“You didn’t see her face.”

“We all saw her face. You two have known each other forever though. I mean you’re usually so inseparable, you’re practically glued together at the hip. Plus we all know you didn’t really mean to lose it- including her. She knows you best.”

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Two days had passed since you had shown your face at the Chateau. “She hates me.”

“Have you tried apologizing?” Sarah gives JJ a look. “Yes, I texted her like a thousand times, and I called..”

“JJ. What about an actual face to face apology?”��

“Thank you for the original idea Sarah. If you would have let me finish- I called her no less than ten times yesterday and rode by her house. Her mom said she was busy. She’s dodging me, and I don't blame her.”

“You yelled at her in front of all of us. She’s embarrassed and confused. She doesn’t hate you. We are just going to have to be more creative in our apology.” Sarah says coming over to sit by JJ on the couch. She gives him a smile.

“I don’t understand why she’s being so distant though. I mean- she knows I lose my temper every now and then. She knows it's something I’ve been working on.”

“How often has it been at her expense?”

JJ began to ponder this question over. Sure- he got a little over worked sometimes and you knew that. You had had a front row seat to plenty of blow ups. Topper mouthing off to John B and JJ pummeling him, JJ losing his shit on a shift at the kook club, and losing it while ranting about his dad- you had seen it all. Seeing was different than being the sole target though. “Once. Before this time.” and JJ let out a small laugh.

From the confused look on Sarah’s face JJ continued, “We were in second grade. I had built a huge block tower and she accidentally knocked it over- she never was the most graceful. I got so upset though that I grabbed the picture she was coloring and ripped it in half. She just started crying.”

“How are you two even friends?”

“Because she is the kindest and most forgiving person I know. I have an idea, but I'm going to need your help. Get her over here in an hour.”

—---------------------------

“Sarah, couldn’t you just have waited for John B to get back to” You words trailed off as you spotted the buttercups on the table beside a plastic wrapping with a candy bracelet inside. You started to smile. “JJ” you said and shook your head.

“He feels awful.”

“I can see that.” You say as you put the bracelet on your wrist.

“What’s with the candy and flowers?”

“JJ made me cry one time in second grade and to make up for it he brought me flowers and jewelry. Only the jewelry was the candy kind. He had said that from movies he learned that if you make a girl mad or sad you bring her candy and flowers and we were kids so.” You lift your arm to show the candy bracelet and shrug.

“That is the cutest thing I have ever heard.”

You blush, “Yeah, JJ can be really sweet when he wants to be. Where is he?”

You follow Sarah’s finger to the dock out back to see him fishing and you head outside.

“You’re forgiven.” You say as you approach the blonde boy.

“You didn’t even let me officially apologize yet.”

“I got the flowers and candy.”

“Jewelry. Only the finest for my best girl.” He smirks and you blush. “I am really sorry though. I didn’t mean to let out all my frustration on you.”

“It's alright JJ, seriously.”

“Well get to eating the candy then. You know the rule- we’re only over it once all the candy is gone.Then we can go back to being us.” He gives you that full JJ smile and you do as he instructs and eat the candy.

Sarah had been watching you two from the window of the chateau when John B appeared. “How are they not dating?”

John B wraps his arms around Sarah and joins in on watching you two joking and laughing from afar. He shrugs, “No pogue-on-pogue macking.” Sarah scoffs, “That is the dumbest rule and they are perfect for each other.”

John B sees the glimmer in Sarah’s eye, “you’re not thinking of playing matchmaker are you?”

“It’s not matchmaker if they’re already matched. They just need a push.” She replies innocently.

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #outerbanks #outer banks #sarah cameron #john b routledge #pope heyward #kie carrera #outerbanks imagine #rafe cameron #topper thornton

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donniesexceptionalmind · 5 months

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Hello there~ I’m currently in the process of getting diagnosed (or at least checked out for) autism. Also anxiety and adhd, the former I definitely have, and I think I may be some form of AuDHD. My parents were very traditional growing up and my father still thinks being neurodivergent is “bad” and the main emotional manipulation in my relationship with my parents comes from my mom. I came out to them around this time last year as bi and that was an emotional rollercoaster. It took me almost two years of asking to finally get a therapist (after I told my school counselor I was feeling really, really really really bad, and she intervened) and another half year for my therapist to convince my parents to get a diagnosis checkout. I was wondering if you had any tips for autistics (or possible autistics) with non-supportive parents, like subtle ways to stim or deal with meltdowns without getting yelled at,

And my parents aren’t bad all time around— it’s sort of like your relationship with Splinter where you crave his approval more than life but also know he could be a bit of a better dad, except maybe worse bc my parents are like Mother Gothel. Emotional manipulation is… nice

Sorry for the long rant lol— I just went on an hour-long rabbit hole about your tips for autistic peeps and figured I’d try an ask of my own. Have a peaceful day, and remember you’re so amazing! Seriously, I’ve developed so many stims and mannerisms from you and it’s been one of my hyperfixations for months now. I’m rambling now. Ok thanks byeeeeeee! 💜

There's no need to apologise for a long rant! I appreciate the trust & the courage it might have taken to actually reach out! /g YOU ARE VALID.

First:

"Every human, in the entire history of the universe, stims."

So, stim away. If you need it to feel regulated & calm - then DO IT.

Personal note: All stimming behaviours besides harmful stimming should be respected. There should be no right stim or wrong stim. Of course, if a certain stim is hurting another person (say because you are chirping like a bird & it's hurting their ears, then you should stim another way).

STIMMING SHOULD NOT BE FORBIDDEN AS IT IS VITAL FOR THE AUTISTIC PERSON.

Moving on.

Subtle ways to stim:

Tapping your foot/ leg (its a stim many people show when they are nervous, it's "a common behaviour"

Clicking a pen (careful, it can be annoying)

Wiggling your fingers/ toes - I like to call it finger dancing

Tapping your fingers

Soft humming

Chewing gum

Rubbing your hands together (can be seen as a sign of being cold as well)

Fiddling with your clothes

Twirling your hair (if you have long hair) or just touching your hair

Fiddling with a keychain, anxiety ring (those are not pricey & they can help a lot!) or other jewelry

Having a small comfort item with you to touch, maybe a textured stone or a smooth one

There are also many small fidgets which can be hidden in your hand or are very quiet:

Again, the anxiety or fidget ring

Stress balls are always a good option (just don't use the ones with air or orbeez inside, those make noises - I enjoy them)

Marble & Mesh, tangles

Bike chain fidgets

Acupressure rings or bracelets

Moochis (these squishy little animals, things)

Rainbow hedgeballs

A fidget pad (I have one in the shape of a gaming controller, so good) or a fidget cube

A Rubics cube - YES I know, it's a puzzle AND big, but you don't have to solve it (it's easy), just twisting the blocks around can be a good way to stim too. There are also smaller ones available that you can put on a keychain, though I prefer the original

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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congrats on 200 followers! for your event, may I request atsumu + talk too much by coin? 🫶

Thank you sm anon, ofc you can!! and I’m SOOOO sorry for the long wait, I got so busy whenever I thought I had a chance to write. so here it is now!! I hope you enjoy!!

YOUR MIND. I LOVE THIS SONG (I’ve actually always personally associated it with kuroo so it was fun to use it with atsumu!! it definitely fits him.)

gn!reader, fluff, pretty suggestive?? lots of kissing.

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you know i talk too much so honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up // stay cool it’s just a kiss // oh why you gotta be so talkative // we talk too much

you talked a lot. that was something atsumu had come to know about you over the years of being your friend. and he didn’t find it annoying, but rather endearing. he loved to hear you ramble about whatever was on your mind.

you did it a lot when you were nervous, he noticed. you had done it when he asked you out for the first time, you did it just before being formally introduced to his family as his partner, you did it when he asked you to move in with him...

you also liked to ramble when you were happy, or excited, or reminded of something from your childhood.

atsumu knew when to put the rambles to an end if he saw you were getting a little too worked up, of course. but so long as you weren’t spiraling, he let you go on and listened with a smile on his face.

but sometimes he was in the mood for some physical affection and you just weren’t getting the hint.

thankfully he knew how to put them to an end as well.

the two of you were on the couch, tangled together. you had an excited look on your face as you spoke in an extremely animated fashion. poor atsumu had been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes and he was starting to get impatient. you were ranting to him about an online audio series you were into and one of your theories on your favourite storyline.

normally he would have let you kept going for as long as you needed, but he was a man on a mission.

so far he had tried playing with the hem of your shirt, kissing your cheek, squeezing your hip, but nothing seemed to be working.

finally, he decided to use a bit more force. he sat the both of you up on the sofa and wrapped his arms around your waist. you were used to him moving around and carrying you by now, so you continued what you were saying.

“and i even thought that maybe it was, like, a time loop situation and he just hadn’t figured it out, but as it so happens, he was actually aware the whole time, and they were unaware that they’ve been there before. isn’t that crazy?”

he kissed your cheek. “mhmm,”

“the whole thing actually makes me want to start reading this one book it reminds me of...”

as you continued, he started kissing along your neck. your breath hitched a little and he smiled against your jaw. he continued going down until he got to your shoulder. he ran a hand under your shirt and you finally took notice of what he was doing.

you took his head in your hands and brought him up to look at you. “atsumu, how many times have i told you to stop me if i’m getting ann-” he cut you off with a proper kiss before you could finish that sentence.

you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck. just as you were getting into it, he pulled away and you whined. his forehead was pressed against yours and his eyes were narrowed.

“you’re never annoying, i’m just feeling incredibly needy right now, sweetheart.” his thumb ran along the skin of your side and you shivered. “besides, i did stop you, didn’t i? just like you asked. isn’t this method a lot more fun than talking over you?”

you shifted a bit on top of him and he held your hips. “i think we’re talking too much, right now, ‘tsumu.”

“you’re right, baby, we should fix that.”

and then he went back to kissing you, finally achieving what he set out to do.

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look away, avert your eyes, don’t look at me, just enjoy the fic, and appreciate that i tried something new at the end, okay? i love him a completely normal amount. sorry if it feels rushed, it’s not fully edited yet, pls lmk if there are major mistakes!! <3

#reverie's 200 follower event <3 #atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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