#the video is gonna kill me innit?
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What’s it like to be you at the moment?
#listen I had several Kloppo gifstes prepared in my queue for the next days like the one with Kweev that was posted earlier#cause I didn't want to post them all at once - seemed a bit much#but boy does this feel different now#the video is gonna kill me innit?#Jurgen Klopp#Jürgen Klopp#Liverpool FC#football#LFC#meins#23/24
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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee
I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!
Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader
Flirting Fools
“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“
The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.
“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.
“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.
“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.
“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.
“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”
“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.
“What’s an acronym?”
Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.
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“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.
“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.
“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”
“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.
“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”
You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.
“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.
“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”
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“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.
“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.
“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”
“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.
“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.
“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.
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“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.
“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.
“We are when the when-ers.”
“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.
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You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.
“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”
“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.
“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.
“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.
You grin, laughing. “Nah.”
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“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”
“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”
“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”
“Oh.”
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“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.
“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.
“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”
“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.
“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.
“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”
“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”
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“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.
“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.
“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”
“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”
“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.
“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.
“You.”
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“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.
“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.
“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”
“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”
“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“
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“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”
“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.
“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”
“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.
“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.
“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”
“Oh, it’s certainly something.”
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Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.
“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”
There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.
“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.
“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.
“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.
“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.
“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”
“I’ll just come get you, love.”
“You’re drunker than me.”
“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”
“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”
“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.
“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.
-
“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”
“Tom?” You ask.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up, please.”
“Whatever you say!”
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<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins
“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.
“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.
“Have you?” You ask Jack.
“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”
“You’d what?”
“No, cause it’s my love.”
“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.��� Jack says wisely.
“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”
“So many things. So so many things.”
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When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.
There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.
"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."
He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.
Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.
"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.
"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."
"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."
You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.
"Five more minutes."
#dsmp#mcyt#mcyt imagine#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit#tommyinnit imagine#tommy innit#tommy mcyt#tom simons
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Hello can you do a headcanon with John Stones
He dating a famous singer/actress?
🫶🏼
dating a famous singer / john stones headcanon
okay this is giving taylor x joe vibes I'M SORRY not over them Yet
I MEAN in the support-you-from-the-sidelines way
people know about you two bc you're picture together sometimes but other than that
no one knows much about you two
like how did you meet???? a mystery
you'll never say you once brought your parents to the etihad as a gift bc they're massive city fans and that's how you ended up meeting him but whatever right 🥹
you two are very private so
but sometimes you slip up, yk?
"sorry my voice is a little rough today, my boyfriend scored a header yesterday" and the fans all screaming
maybe your voice isn't rough. you just want to say your hot footballer boyfriend scored s goal jakdjsjj
your fans loving your relationship and how happy you look since being with him
but john also slips up sometimes!!!
in those challenges or videos filmed for the yt channel
when they ask his favourite artists
they do it bc they know he can't NOT say your name
"you're gonna get me in trouble, mate"
and then when he's forced by jack to say your name he gets all flustered and red and 🥹
"must be nice having a song like lover written about you, innit?"
BABYYYYYYYY
or like who's the last artist that he went to see and when was it
and it's you bc how couldn't it be, right?
"a couple of weeks ago actually. went to see y/n... she's amazing, she killed it".
him being asked for pics at your shows even if he tried to stay hidden
a lot of signs in the crowd during paper rings that say things like "can he fight?"
"well, unfortunately for you, he's a 6ft 2 centre back, i would say yes"
some posts that give me boyfriend!john energy
#WENT OVERBOARD WITH THISSSSSS I ALWAYS DOOO#john stones imagine#john stones x reader#john stones x you#john stones headcanon#football imagines#football imagine#football x you#football x reader
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Tae is traveling to US tomorrow (confirmed) and JK will be in the US on 28th so yeah again jokers being proven wrong. Taekook will be together like the happy couple they are and spending their time together bfo MS. Jimin will be back in Korea after filming a company contact. At the end of the day you guys will always get peanuts as we enjoy the whole buffet. Stay strong
At the end of the day you guys will always get peanuts as we enjoy the whole buffet. Stay strong
Boo, it's the other way around!
We get fed... while you starve. Time and time and time and time and time and time again. Rinse and repeat over and over and over and over. Simply because JK would rather spend time with his boyfriend; Jimin. Would rather react to his boyfriend Jimin's content. Would rather mention his boyfriend Jimin during his lives 10 times. Would rather go to Tokyo twice with his boyfriend Jimin. When it comes to JK its always going to be Jimin. So no, anon, we get the buffet, you get the peanuts. It's how its always been and how its always going to be. Look at your leader on twitter losing it because of the barely there tkk content from PTD
The moment u sent this ask I knew I had to save it because y'all, just, can't, help, yourselves. No matter how many times you get proven wrong. You always jump the gun. You always put the cart infront of the horse and it always comes to bite you in the ass. I am here to laugh at you because I for one didn't ask you to bring this nonsense to my blog.
Y'all said that tkk were on a date by themselves in the US. Wouldn't listen when people tried to tell you that wasn't true. And then what happens? We get a video showing ALL 7 MEMBERS WERE PRESENT!!!
You anon, came here, to me, (big mistake. I'm petty as hell) and said V was going to the US and there he will meet JK and they will be together. Only for it to come out that V was coming here... to England.
So idk who confirmed for you he was going to the US. You need to go get your money back ASAP. 😅😅
But miraculously you're still not as bad as this person who thought V would Join Jikook in Japan and Taekook would be kind enough to invite Jimin to their house 🤡🤡 for dinner. The house that they, tkk, own together... in Japan
You, stupid, brainless anon even had the dates wrong because today is the 28th and Jikook are on their way back to Seoul
Would it kill you to be patient?? Who tf even gloats when you don't even have the full picture??? When you don't have enough evidence?? Do you feel as pathetic as you sounded when u sent this ask? Because anon, you should. U really should. This is pathetic. You are dumb... oh so so dumb. But thats like a requirement to be a tkkr innit? To be an imbecile??
How are you real actual people????? No wonder you still think that wasn't V in Paris. BECAUSE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW THE 2 PEOPLE YOU SHIP!!! If you don't even know how they look like, how can you know them for who they really are?? This is why you're always gonna be wrong!!
Anon, next time you wanna gloat, please, please wait until your theories pan out, save yourself some embarrassment. Now leave and never come back... I'm done with your pathetic ass. Shoo!
#bahahahahahahahaha!!#oh that felt good#Taekook is not real#accept it or cry forever#bts ask#ask shaz#the vermin#pathetic#the fuckery
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Can't Fuck Bracket - Group Stage. Group 28: Characters That Inspired Paragraphs
Jiang Cheng (MDZS/The Untamed) versus Bertrand Beaumont (The Royal Romance) versus Joe Goldberg (You)
[ID: The unfuckable pride flag overlaid with the "no bitches" meme. Jiang is a Chinese man with long hair, shown with a woozy face; Bertrand is a white man in a sweater and blazer, frowning; Joe is a white man with short hair, shown staring blankly. Over it are pictures of the contestants. Over them are sparkles and a heart with a butt, and in between them are peach emojis crossed out with the word "vs" in them. End ID]
Propaganda:
Jiang Cheng: "He’s literally such a bad date that he is blacklisted from dating pools. He’s ranked as the 5th most handsome bachelor in the cultivation world (who is the panel of judges that decide this? I really don’t know!!!) yet despite this and him ALSO being rich and powerful on top of that, women still hate him!!! Hes just that unpleasant!!!!! He’s constantly being one-upped by his adoptive brother (deserved) (4th most handsome bachelor, btw) so much so that it’s become a meme, he even lost a best mdzs character poll tournament (in the first round iirc) to said adoptive brother’s pet donkey. Literally no one wants him!!!!! He is the loneliest saddest most pathetic sopping wet cat of a man I’ve ever seen!! I’m convinced he will die a virgin" / "Guy has no game, in the drama version (the untamed) he goes after a chick who’s clearly a lesbian and just never gets any"
Bertrand Beaumont:
• like father like son innit
• he's a cunt but not in a cool sexy way. in a pathetic overgrown rat kind of way that makes you want to punt him back into the sewers
• his name is bertrand archibald beaumont. would YOU wanna fuck him???? i thought not
• the amount of times you have to help him with his relationship. like the countless apologies for being a dumb stupid shit. helping him propose. help with his vows. im 110% convinced mc had to get on video chat for their wedding night so she could instruct bertrand on what to do
• yeeeeah you can't convince me they dont sleep in separate beds in separate rooms
• and also that nasty sweater vest and jacket?????? i know he hasnt washed them in years. of course no one would go near him
• that one country outfit
• killer eyebrows? eye'm gonna kill meself x
Joe Goldberg: "The first time he gets to fuck a woman that he's stalked he finishes in like 2 seconds. Never appears to be any better at fucking any of the countless times he fucks after that. I bet his dick feels like a limp fish. Also got arrested for having sex in a public place and constantly jacks off in public like I think if you were any good at sex you wouldnt need to be doing that. Tried to have a bisexual foursome once to get his wife to leave him and he wimped out so hard at the idea of fucking another man even though he is arguably bisexual himself. The most sexual tension he ever actually had was with a hallucination of another man he had in his own head. Just kind of pathetic"
#the untamed#mo dai zu shi#mdzs#jiang cheng#playchoices#the royal romance#trr#bertrand beaumont#you#you netflix#joe goldberg#polls#thank you drinkingteainthedark for the picture of jiang#thank you dogtheories for the picture of joe
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omg what's ur opinion on the new tommy video :0
Using this asks to just get my general feelings out, this is all I’m gonna say.
Congrats?? Ig??? For joining an internet dog pile that literally isn’t even that popular anymore?
Okay so I have always liked Tommy’s content, but like this seems so obviously tone deaf to me that I can’t believe that this is made? Like sure it’s a skit but it also feels so fucking gross for Tommy to jump onto this just for views?
And you fucking know inniters are going to eat this shit up. They’re gonna start dragging months old discourse back up just because of a joke (never mind how this is the same group that will yell about how “lack of communication killed the dream smp!!1!1!!” Yet when the very lack of communication that dream had mentioned is employed by people’s fave hispanic cc everyone acts like being opposed to that is fucking racist, Ig).
Like it makes me so upset that even Tommy is jumping on this, when it isn’t gonna solve anything and is just gonna lead to more dogpiling not just on dream but on all of his fans who are just trying to live their lives
#sorry anon#but had to get to this off my chest#I fucking hate Tommy’s fan base so much#fuck inniters#inniter neg#dreamblr#dreamwastaken#hot asks
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Obey me demon brothers with a Chav! Mc
Okay so this hc is gonna be comedy lol. Its the obey me brothers with an mc who is such a chav. A chav is basically a very popular British girl in British schools or anywhere it doesn't have be in school lol. If you're British you'll understand lmao. #chav
As you arrived in devildom you had a very salty look on your face. Your fake lashes falling off, your face looking disgusted and your orange foundation and dark contour stands out.
Lucifer: Lucifer will obviously be very annoyed and irritated. This human causes more chaos than mammon himself. She's too loud and petty. And not to forget, the litres of Victoria's secret perfume sprayed on herself and in her room. It killed his airways. Lucifer comes to her to scold her about spraying too much perfume in the house of lamentation until she replies "Oh my god bruv, it actually bare stinks in this room yeah, you lot need to know what hygiene is." With that, Lucifer got frustrated. "MC! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU CONTINUE TO SPRAY PERFUME IN THE HOUSE??! IT WILL DAMAGE THE AIR!!" "Okay and, I don't care fam. It still smells like clapped pussios." Lucifer gets more confused now. More and more confused. He don't know a single thing about British slang. But as time went on, the MC and lucifer did have a love hate relationship. In fact, Lucifer even wanted to visit London with MC.
Mammon: Being the second born tsundere, Mammon is obviously gonna be like, "Oi, I don't like ya, MC!" and then he blushes. But when the MC is like, "Okay and? You keep staring at me like a bare madman still. You're clapped anyways." Mammon got more confused. What is clapped? As soon as he finds out what it actually means, Mammon starts sobbing into his pillows every day and night. Although Mammon was an idiot, he was never insulted by someone he loved. Since all of his brothers treated him like shit and insulted him badly. He had to cope with that trauma. A few weeks later, the MC realises how much she's hurt his feelings. "Look bruv. I'm sorry, okay? Look, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings still. It's just that I grew up having to be a salty skept. Forgive me still." With that, Mammon is a bit skeptical but forgives mc. The next time any roadman try to shank MC up, Mammon is here with her in his demon form. And if any girl tries to steal Mammon away from the MC, MC will smoke them still.
Leviathan: Now we all know that Levi is always in his room, watching some random h3nt@1 shit or playing video games. And he probably didn't shower for weeks. And because of that, MC does laugh at him. "Oi you man. What the fuck did you do with your hair, why does it look like some purple bowl? Are you Justin Bieber on crack mate? You're butters! Take a shower as well, fam." With that, Levi was just like "w-well you're obviously not gonna l-like a-an o-otaku like m-me." I swear, this guy gives pick me boy vibes. But the second that Levi takes off his shirt and his toned, outlined 6 pack and chest is showing, the MC is more confused now and also intrigued. "O-oi, MC, s-stop l-looking at me!" "Alai, you're actually so fit icl. You're leng. Since when did you have a chocolate bar shaped body when you're in that prison all day just busting shit?? You're tasty, bruv." And with that, the two of them have hate love relationships again. Levi swears to protect the MC from the opps. And MC swears to scrap anyone who even steals her bf away.
Satan: Well, Satan does has anger and daddy issues. So don't fuck with him or else you'll get smoked by him innit. "Oi, you! Yeah you, you yeah! You look like Cat Noir from poundland still." With that, Satan gets angry. "Well at least I'm smarter than you, kid." He's a bit angry. "You're calling big man a kid?? Nah. I'm a big man, pussio. I'll chef you and your dad up, wait you have daddy issues lololol" Satan has turned intona green flash and then into his demon form. "WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, B***!! ILL FUCKNG BREAK YOUR NECK!!" Satan was destroying everything around him now. "Okay okay fam, calm down fam. No need to act mental and that, get a grip mate. Sorry fam. Geez, you're so sensitive blud." Throughout time, they're still enemies. Yeah.
Asmodeus: Asmo is gonna be the one that the MC hates the most. MC thinks that he's too feminine as a man. As Asmo applies a heavy amount of foundation, concealer, contour, blusher, face powder, glittery pink, orange and yellow eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, long long false lashes, highlighter, bronzer and purple lipstick, MC just looks at him, weirdly. "What the fuck are you doing, bruv? You look bare zesty." Asmo does not know a single thing about British slang so instead he says this. "Oh, sorry for stating the facts that I'm beautiful hun. You're just jealous that I can blend my contour and concealer better than you, you just look more orange than Donald trump, your crusty musty looking concealer lips." MC gets angry. "Oi, what the fuck did you just say to me, bruv?? Do you wanna scrap?? I'll smoke you fam, don't fuck with me innit." Asmo isn't scared at all. "Well try and do that, love. You won't be able to walk the next day, hun~~~ 😏" of course he's gonna be some horny ass mf.
Beelzebub: Tbh, I think MC would kind of get along with Beel. Yes, she would find it irritating that beel eats the whole fridge but still. I have a feeling tha MC would actually have a crush on Beel. "Oi, Ed Sheeran looking man! Yeah you! You're leng still! You look fit! Man eats the whole fridge and still has bare tits and biceps." And yeah, MC and beel just have a nice friendship. As time went on, Beel smoked more oops and roadmen who touched MC and MC scrapped any chav that would lay a finger on her bodybuilder bf.
Sorry I didn't add belphie, I'll try to do that in the next part 😭
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when the scene resolves, hinata and nanami are floating in a void:
hinata asks nanami why she's here, shouldn't she have already disappeared? does this mean this is his memory of nanami? (nanami's just like "hm, i wonder?" but otherwise lets him talk here without interjecting.) he's like, hey, isn't it pretty fucked up of the future foundation to tell us the world will be destroyed if we don't sacrifice ourselves? someone like me can't make that choice (i guess he figures important decisions are for talented people). hinata goes on to say he's had enough, he doesn't understand all this stuff and he's tired of being involved in it. he's had like three different existential crises in short order (learning he doesn't have a talent, learning he's part of shsl despair, learning that this version of himself isn't real and is doomed to disappear), and that's a bit fucked up, innit?
when nanami doesn't reply, hinata tries to get her to back him up. she doesn't want that outcome either, right? if they force shutdown the simulation, if they lose their memories of nanami, not a single trace of her existence will remain. nanami says, no, she won't disappear. even if she doesn't "exist," even if they lose their memories of her, as long as they continue working towards the future she fought for and gave her life for the sake of she'll never be completely gone. in pursuing the future she believed in, they'll keep her memory alive even if they can't literally remember her. hinata acknowledges this is true but hesitates, and nanami asks him if he's scared. it's not just the disappearing part; even if he survives in some form and can continue to move towards the future, the burden he has to carry now is heavy. hinata admits to this. yeah, he's scared. of course it's scary.
nanami gets suddenly forceful (for her, anyway) and calls hinata out for being perpetually indecisive. she asks him "didn't you want to become someone with confidence? isn't that why you admired hope's peak academy?" hinata points out that hope's peak also tricked him. and then nanami's like. Hinata-kun. You have been looking at this wrong the entire time. Becoming talented isn't the goal. Having faith in yourself is way more important than any talent. You could have all the talent in the world and it would not fix your confidence issues. she implies that this is really what went wrong with the whole kamukura thing — hope's peak trying to "make him talented" when his core issue wasn't lacking talent, it was lacking self-esteem.
hinata's taken aback by this. we've never known nanami to be this blunt. he asks who he's really talking to — nanami should have already disappeared, right? nanami ignores this and continues. she says that the hinata she and the others got to know during the killing game isn't the same hinata he was before all that. he's changed, he's moving forward, and it's gonna be alright. it's time he finally believed in himself.
hinata asks nanami what choice he should make. saving himself vs. saving the world — what's the right call? nanami says the decision is up to the group, they're the only ones with the right to decide their future, and the responsibility as well. hinata's like, ok, so i have to choose? nanami says, well, if you can't choose either of the futures you've been presented, how about creating your own? this world is just a game, but he isn't, and the rest of his classmates aren't either. they're real, and so for them this isn't a video game decision where their choices are binary. if options 1 and 2 both suck, they can create an option 3. hinata's like, can i do that? someone like me? and nanami reminds him that this isn't a game so things like talent, skill, level, etc. don't matter. they have a "tremendous ultimate move" that can overcome anything. her advice is to Just Do It, and things will turn out okay. he needs to make this decision for his own sake, not anybody else's. then she says "it's about time you show me your cool side!" i love the implication that he has yet to do anything cool around her. that's right. she also offers to help.
the scene fades out here. we're gonna get thrown right into another debate, i'm sure, but i have a couple things to say first. again. sorry about myself but this is all so much
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scoots in here. hello.
before i start this off i’d just like to say that mcc was great—watched pink parrots pov, had the time of my life but i’m an inniter and first and foremost i’m gonna say that tommy popped off god bless—but unfortunately, like everything in this fandom, theres some stupid ass cunts that have to make everything worse for everyone else around them because they’re bitter about a certain thing. i’m referring to twitter and twitter exclusively.
we all know that ace race was kind of bullshit, right? like, nobody knew where they were going, everyone got lost and it was kind of unfair because nobody had the advantage—except for scott, who had tested the map beforehand and knew which way to go, but apparently nobody thought that the people who participated in mcc would get lost, and of course it’s frustrating, and yes it shouldn’t have happened—the instructions should’ve been clearer, yes criticism and frustration is valid but also there’s a fine fucking line between criticism and just being intentionally malicious to scott just because you’re bitter. and, unfortunately—like they always do—twitter has chose the latter option and have decided instead of getting fucking over it because it’s a god damn block game, they’re going to talk shit about scott, call him the f-slur in qrts, impersonate him and say shitty things to make him look bad, and everybody’s personal favorite /s, digging into his past and revealing his controversial tweets that multiple minorities have said they’re uncomfortable with people doing, just because they’re bitter because of some stupid mini game in a minecraft. fucking. tournament. it’s so fucking immature. there isn’t any need for y’all to be calling him slurs, impersonating him and saying horrible shit to make him look bad, and there’s no fucking need to dig into his past and reveal shit about him because if that isn’t the most performative thing i’ve ever fucking seen then i don’t know what is. that really shows that y’all don’t give a damn about minorities in ur community—that you only look for drama on purpose for somebody you don’t like, not because you care about the people who it affect: do you realize that you’re personally digging up shit that could harm multiple people with no other reason than you’re bitter? than you hold a grudge? it’s fucking minecraft. it. is. minecraft. it’s a video game that people download and these ccs are all friends and it isn’t the end of the fucking world when people lose in a fucking tournament—it isn’t as big of a deal as any of you whiny fucking babies are making it out to be, i guarantee you if your cc saw you calling one of their friends slurs in their qrts they wouldn’t think you were doing something right they would think you’re an asshole, which you fucking are. go fucking outside. touch grass you insolent cunts for the love of god i’m begging you, it’s fucking. minecraft. dedicate this energy to actually helping the people in ur community and donating to important causes and, maybe, i don’t know! focus on the people that are getting targeted and killed because if shit they can’t control rather than the fact that your ccs lost in a minecraft tournament. y’all disgust me. go fucking talk to real people, get some social interaction, you’re an embarrassment to this fandom if you’re doing shit like that. gn everybody
#this is one of the posts where i will not try and be formal#genuinely eat shit#i fucking despise you.#mcyt#mcytblr#dream smp#mcc discourse#mcc#scott smajor
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kajs my dear i need some jenson content
gimme your top 5 jenson moments ✨
eve my beloved!!!!! such a difficult question but uhhh as a moronsexual i love evrything stupid he's done (which is a lot)
1. the story of him as a kid rolling down the driveway in his dad's car, effectively demolishing it (and almost killing his sister, who jumped in front of it to try to stop it)
2. THE CAMPING VIDEO WITH LEWIS!!!! (oof it's a bit chilly innit? we're gonna have to cuddle up)
3. seb.... everything with seb... the bowtie moment in 2011, the "i think seb's the only one who still thinks of me as a competitor, so i'm happy", the burnt asscheek moment, the CONSTANT mentioning of seb in jenson's book (<- JENSON'S STUPID IMITATION OF SEB'S ACCENT IN HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY "ahh jenson i alwayz love being on ze podium wiz you" or however it went)
4. inventing the nickname britney... c'mon we all knew it was gonna be up there. it's genius n i don't think jenson thought it through bc he's been suffering the consequences (having to hang out with nico) ever since
5. breaking his hand punching a gong and stuffing his face with painkillers so he could continue racing
#AHHH EVE ILY!!! BUT U ASK SO HARD QUESTIONS#jenson has done many things that genuinely impresses me and that's actually very touching#obviously he's been great on track... canada 2011 brazil 2009 etc etc#but as my silly little meow meow... i think his best quality is being stupid and therefore this lists includes most of his stupid moments#more genuine moments are probs racing for mclaren in 2017 (or '16?) bc i know he really didn't want to do it#but did it anyway bc of loyalty to mclaren#his relationship with his dad is very inspiring and his dedication to triathlon as well#OTHER ICONIC MOMENTS INCLUDE going to town on the woman that said women weren't biologically fit to partake in racing/f1#the wonderwall video as well!!!#anyway i'm rambling so much i love jenson he's amazing i wish i could catalogue everything he does in my brain so i can remember it forever#button#ask#eveeeee i hope ur having a great time despite covid and everything!! sending all my love!!#eve <3
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TOMMY INNIT. I CANNOT WATCH RANBOOS COOKING VIDEOS WITHOUT SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT. YOURE GONNA KILL ME THE MOMENT I CLICK ON THAT VIDEO.
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God Bless the Children of the Beast - Part 7
Previous // Masterlist
Pairing: The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader
Word Count: 5.6k (kill me)
Notes: Okaaay, so this got out of hand in a lot of ways. I really have no idea what happened here. I am setting my self up for an emotional SHITSTORM.
The Razzle thing was not planned; but the more I wrote it the more I liked it and god that’s gonna be so sad later. 🥺 But we gotta suffer before we’re happy folks! Suffer! Next updates gonna a lot! ((Also…Cause of Death: Razzle’s accent. Sorry I know okay??))
Also, for the Looks That Kill video; obviously you should go watch the full music video, but here’s a picture of Tommy backstage with the actress in her outfit.
Warnings: Drug Use
1984
You and the boys had gone out to a club to party, and you were having a blast. You’d stuck with the boys in booth at first–drinking and doing some lines of coke to get the night started–but once the girls starting showing up you decided you’d rather find your own fun instead of watching the boys have there’s.
You head out onto the dance floor, swaying along to the music as you let the drugs and alcohol fuel your movements. Prince’s “When Dove’s Cry” had just started blasting through the speakers, when you hear a voice call out to you.
“Well ‘ello there!” He yells over the music. You turn to see a young man with long chestnut hair smiling at you. He was wearing a red velvet jacket over a silky, ruffled button up shirt, and a top hat. Definitely glam rock, you thought; though a different brand than your boys. “You look like you could use a drink.” He says, in an unmistakable English accent. You look him up and down, not making any effort in hiding the action.
Oh, what the hell? You were sick of the boys having all the fun.
“I think you’re right.” You agree with a smirk.
You follow him over to the bar, leaning on it as you order a bottle of Jack Daniels. He comes over, leaning on his elbow so he’s facing you.
“Are ya plannin’ to get glasses, or are we drikin’ it straight from the bo'le?” He asks, smiling.
“Who says I’m sharing?” You reply, smirking back at him playfully.
“Oof, are all American women this cold?” He jokes.
“I thought you Brits were used to the cold?” You shoot back. He laughs.
“Touché.” He leans in. “But just cause we’re used to the cold, that don’t mean we ain’t fond of a li'le ‘eat every once an' awhile.”
The bartender brings your bottle of Jack, with two glasses, and you open the it and quickly pour out drinks for the two of you; grateful for something to focus on that wasn’t the look he was giving you. You were used to the odd flirtation here and there, but you rarely flirted back, so nothing every got very far. This was new territory for you, and you had to admit, as confident as you may appear on the outside, you were feeling a little flustered. Good thing you had a little liquid courage to keep things going. You take your drink in one quick shot as he watches you.
“Wow, I’m impressed.” He says, smiling. “Though I’d expect nothin’ less from a bird who ‘angs wif Motley Crue.” He says as he takes a drink. You squint at him, then roll your eyes.
“Oh I see; you want to meet the band–that’s why you wanted to get drinks with me.” You say, pouring yourself another drink.
“Well, I would like to meet ‘em,” He starts, and you scowl over at him. “But drinkin’ wif you seems like a much be'er use of my time.” He finishes, smiling. You squint at him.
“And if I don’t believe you?” You ask. He puts a hand over his heart, raising his other up.
“Scouts ‘onor!” He replies.
“You couldn’t have been a boy scout–you’re fucking English!” You snap.
“I don’t know! It’s just what you American’s always say in movies, innit?” He replies. The two of you look at each other, and you both start cracking up.
“What’s your name anyway?” You ask.
“Razzle.” He replies, dramatically taking off his top hat and doing a sweeping bow.
“Razzle?” You repeat, laughing.
“It’s my stage name. I’m the drumma for the band Hanoi Rocks. We’re here on our first Norf American tour.”
“Uh huh. Well my name’s y/n Sixx. It’s nice to meet you Razzle.” You hold out your hand but he just looks at you.
“I’m sorry, did you say y/n Sixx, as in–”
“As in Nikki Sixx, yeah; he’s my older brother.” You smirk. “Not gonna scare you off, is it?”
“He’s not gonna murder me, is he?” He asks, half-serious.
“Probably not.” You reply with a smile.
You and Razzle hang by the bar, chatting and flirting. In spite of your best efforts, you’re actually having fun. Razzle is funny and charming; and that accent isn’t hurting anything either. He’s cute, and ridiculous, and more than anything he’s not in Motley Crue. When was the last time you’d spent any real time with anyone that wasn’t one of those four maniacs? Had you ever really? Aside from making friends with Vince’s girlfriend Sharise, you’d had basically no relationships with anyone outside the band since, well–ever, and even then she was your friend because of the band. You had no one; nothing you’d made on your own.
Eventually, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, you decide to take Razzle to meet the boys. After all, if you do decide to leave with him, they’ll need to know where you’ve gone. You head over to the booth where the boys are, each of them–except Mick–with at least one girl sitting next to him. You walk up smiling as Razzle trails behind you, his hand in yours as you lead him through the crowd.
“Hey guys, you look like you’re enjoying yourselves.” You comment, looking around at the girls at the table. The boys laugh.
“Right back at you.” Vince says, eyeing Razzle. “Finally living a little, huh y/n? Good for you.” He laughs.
“Fucking nasty, I don’t need to hear this shit.” Nikki says, looking away.
“Welcome to my world.” You smirk at him. Tommy, sitting next to Nikki, just stares at Razzle with an unreadable expression.
“Anyway, this is Razzle; I picked him up on the dance floor–” You introduce him.
“Oh you picked me up, is it?” He interjects and you laugh, ignoring him as you continue.
“–he’s in the band Hanoi Rocks; they’re actually here on their first North American tour.” You finish.
“Why don’t you guys sit down? Join us?” Vince offers. There’s barely enough room for you two to squeeze in by Mick.
You all start talking and drinking, and Razzle easily merges himself into the group. The boys all seem to get along with him well; all except Tommy, who’s been acting weird ever since you got back.
“So what do you play man?” Nikki asks him.
“Oh, I’m the drumma.” Razzle replies, and for whatever reason you catch Tommy scoff and look away.
“How you liking the states so far?” Vince asks.
“Oh, it’s been great.” Razzle says, then he leans his arm around your shoulder, looking down at you. “But I think it’s ge'in’ even be'a.” Tommy rolls his eyes as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks.
No one has ever openly flirted with you in front of the boys before; it was–well, it was nice. Embarrassing–oh absolutely–but it also felt good to be seen as something other then a friend, or a sister; and to be wanted enough that they’d be willing to risk pissing off Motley fucking Crue–that felt, well…
“Hey,” You start, smiling over at Razzle. “You know I just remembered; I think I left the stove on in my hotel room. I should probably go check it…” You trail off. Razzle’s eyebrows shoot up so far they nearly disappear into the brim of his top hat.
“Uh, right then; well we wouldn’ wan to um, burn down the ‘otel now would we then?” He says, clearly nervous as he scrambles to stand.
“No, we wouldn’t.” You reply, raising an eyebrow. You see him swallow a lump in his throat.
“Right well, um…” He glances over at the boys, who are all looking back at the two of you with a mix of expressions. Vince can barely contain his laugher, but also almost looks proud, Nikki just looks grossed out, and Mick looks bored. Tommy looks pissed; completely forgetting the girls setting on either side of him as he glares over at Razzle. “I could give you a 'and wif that, if you like?”
“I’ll need both hands, actually.” You reply. You hear someone–Nikki, you think–choke on their drink, but you’re pretty far past paying any attention to the boys. You have to deal with groupies sticking their hands down the boys pants and giving them blowjobs under the table on a regular basis; they can live with a little bit of pregame flirting. You do hear Vince laughing his ass off; at least someone was happy for you.
“Right then.” Razzle was blushing now, probably because he was worried about you being so suggestive in front of the boys and he didn’t want to get his ass kicked. “I’ll see you around then mates, eh?” He says, tipping his hat to the boys quickly as you grab his scarf to pull him away. As you take a quick glance back at the table, you catch a glimpse of Tommy glaring daggers at Razzle.
“You kids be safe now!” Vince yells, a shit eating grin on his face. “Use protection!” You throw up your middle finger with your free hand, and you hear him laugh before he’s drown out by the noise of the club.
—
You and Razzle had a lot of fun—a lot; and surprisingly he didn’t just leave after the two of you slept together. You end up hanging out and talking most of the night; ordering room service and getting to know each other while taking frequent breaks to make out. By the time you finally pass out, covered in nothing but the sheet and Razzle’s arms, you felt the stirring of something new forming inside you.
Razzle left the next morning to join back up with his bandmates, but not before peppering you with kisses and sweet nothings. You rolled your eyes and hit him with your pillow, laughing. As he leans away, you grab his scarf and pull him in for one more long kiss, before finally sending him on his way.
You’d both compared tour schedules and you each knew the names and locations of the next hotels the other was staying at; if one of you wanted to call each other, you very easily could. But would you? Would he? You were willing to admit he was a nice distraction and he seemed like a good guy; but would you go all the way and admit to yourself that you may have developed a bit of a crush on the charming Brit?
Your own hang ups aside, that would be complicated; you were touring with the boys, while Hanoi had their own tour, so not a lot of time to get to know each other. When your tour was done and maybe you could try to spend some time with him, he’d be back in London; kinda of far to try and start anything. If there was anything, of course. Still, you’ve seen crazier things work; you were touring with them right right now. Then there was the boys to consider: could you leave them behind for someone else? If it ever came to that?
You realize you’re being ridiculous. No matter how much you may think you like him, it was still only one night; no need to worry about it right now. If you did ever see him again, then you could work something out. Maybe you could go visit him when he went home or something; just for a little while. You had always wanted to go to England, and maybe a little time away from the boys would be good for you after spending three years solid with them.
You remembered to ask Tommy about all the attitude he gave Razzle the next day on the bus. He didn’t seem that thrilled to talk about it; outright denying it at first, before playing it off after you kept pushing. Finally, he said that he was 'just being a good friend.’ When you questioned him further, he said he just didn’t think Razzle was a good match for you; said the rockstar lifestyle isn’t a good place to pick up a committed boyfriend, and that you’d have to uproot your whole life. You couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Dude, first of all I know exactly what rockstars get up to–you don’t have to tell me, I’ve seen it.” You reply “But then what about you? Aren’t you a rockstar looking for true love?”
“That’s different.” He says, looking away.
“And what’s this uprooting my whole life business? Didn’t you tell me your mom came here from Greece when she didn’t even know English because your parents were so in love? I’m not looking to elope with the guy, but at least if I did ever go visit him we’d be speaking the same language.” You laugh.
“Barely…” He mutters under his breath.
“Ugh, I seriously don’t get you!“ You say, shoving his shoulder in frustration as you sit next to him. “You bug me for years to date, and I finally show the slightest bit of interest in a guy, and suddenly everything in the world is wrong with him?” You ask.
“No dude, it’s just–“ He says, leaning his head back against the seat. “You just deserve the best, that’s all; I don’t want you wasting your time with someone who isn’t good enough for you.” You smile and grab his hand, and he lifts his head and looks at you.
“Tommy, that’s sweet, really–you know I appreciate how much you care about me, and I feel the same way about you. But I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.” You squeeze his hand, holding onto the moment for a little longer, before finally letting go. “Besides, you should really be taking your own advice there bud; I’m not the one with a string of crazy ex-girlfriends. Maybe instead of judging my taste in partners, you should start trying to be a little more selective with yours, hmm?” You joke, and Tommy groans.
“They really do always start out so great though.” He whines.
“Yes Tommy, I’m sure the sex is great with a hot girl with a lot of experience; but you really need to learn to look past that and see the signs that these women are just using you for your fame, money, and good looks.”
“You think I’m good looking?” He asks, smiling.
“Your one redeeming feature.” You joke, pinching his cheek.
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1984
How did this happen?
You watch in the mirror as the stylist finishes applying your make-up. You look at your face under your mane of hair; as wild and big as they could possibly make it. They’d given you make-up like the boys; foundation obviously lighter than your skintone, your eyes were lined black, and your eyeshadow was smokey and expertly done. You had a dark berry blush spread across your cheekbones, and a matching lipstick on your lips. Under the large, silver prop tiara that spread across your face you looked intense to be sure. Again, you had to wonder: how did this happen?
“How’s it coming along in here?” Doc asks, popping his head into the room. You turn your head to look at him, and you were sure the gust of wind caused by your giant wall of hair would probably cause a hurricane in China someday. “Ha! You look fantastic!” He says, coming fully into the room and throwing his arms up.
“Yeah, great–remind me again why I’m the one doing this?” You ask.
“The actress who we originally booked for the role called in–said she had some emergency and couldn’t make it.” Doc explained.
“And so why are we not using one of the other post-apocalyptic actress chicks as a stand-in?” You ask as you hug your arms around your exposed midruff; your costume leaving very little to the imagination.
You were dressed in a black, red, and silver 'armored’ bikini. The top was a tube that attached to a shoulder guard on one side. There were a lot of belts and chains incorporated into the outfit, and your legs were covered by holey fishnets tights. You also sported a thick red collar around your neck, and some ankle high, black heeled boots.
“When the guys heard I guess one of them suggested you would be good for the role, and then the rest thought it was such a great idea they refused to consider any alternatives.” You scowled at him, and he shrugs. “You know how they get; when they’ve made up their minds there’s no talking them out of it.” You sigh, knowing he was right. “Anyway, we should head out that way; they’ll need you on set before too long.“
The boys had already been filming for awhile, getting some of the first few shots done. They were apparently having to reset and reshoot a lot, and they were expecting to have to be there most of the day.
Great, you were so looking forward to walking around all day in a bikini with your ass hanging out.
You walk out on set, arms still wrapped around your exposed midriff. The boys were all hanging out together, waiting for the crew to set up the next scene. Tommy is the first to spot you, his eyes going wide as he takes you in. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps staring at you: eyes wide, mouth open. You start to feel a little self-conscious as you walk up to them, then Vince notices you.
“Damn y/n! I knew you’d look good in that costume but shit–if I’d have know you were gonna look this good, I’d have paid you a visit in your dressing room earlier.” He jokes, and you smirk.
“Keep that up Vinny, and I just might have to have a conversation with your wife.” You quip. The boys all laugh.
“You do look fierce in that outfit Sixx; like something out of Mad Max.” Mick says.
“Yeah, if Mad Max was a porno.” You mumble. He chuckles. “Thanks Mick.” You quickly add, realizing he had found a way to compliment you without being a creep like Vince.
“I’m not really looking forward to this; it sounded funny at the time, but now it’s just weird.” Nikki says, his nose wrinkled. “I’ll let Vince do the handsy scenes; I’ll just tell the director to only get shots of me and my bass.”
“Seconded.” Mick says, clearly not loving the idea of having to touch you. Oh right. You’d kind of forgotten the script had them physically touching you a few times.
The general premise of the video was some vague, probably post-apocalyptic world. The boys would corral a group of girls into a pen, then you’d bust throw a wall up on a hill, free the girls, then the boys would chase you into some futuristic hallway. This is where they’d actually put hands on you, even if it was only for a second or two each time, before you’d slip away from them. Then they’d team up and somehow smite you, leaving behind a burning pentagram. There were a few scenes you were worried about; some closeups where you would have to actually do some facial acting, the one where you had to hold a large shield that had actual fire on it, and some physical stuff. But you hadn’t considered the fact that you’d have to be sexy with the boys while dressed in a skimpy bikini.
“Those scenes don’t last very long, right? I can do that; and we can just use Vince and Tommy. It’ll be fine.” You reply.
“Huh? Oh, yeah–yeah right. That’s totally fine.” Tommy says, looking down.
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You watched the boys film until it got to be your turn to go on. You were nervous, but found yourself actually pretty excited at the same time. It took a couple takes to get into the swing of things, but once you got the initial jitters out of your system things started moving along smoothly. You managed to get half your scenes with little issue; even getting through the flaming shield scene without getting burned. They cut for a break when they had to move the sets for the new shooting location, the futuristic hallway, and you all finally had a break. You spot Tommy walking around with two middle aged people, showing them the set. When he sees you, he smiles wide and waves you over.
“Mom, dad, this is y/n!” He says, squeezing your shoulder. “Y/N, this is my mom and dad!”
Great, you’re meeting Tommy’s perfect suburban parents dressed like a post-apocalyptic hooker. Isn’t that just swell.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs. Bass; Tommy talks about you all the time.” You say, smiling at them politely. You wanted Tommy’s parents to like you, but you weren’t really used to parents.
“Shut up, dude.” Tommy whispers, nudging you with his elbow. “I do not.” You laugh.
“It is nice to finally meet you y/n.” Tommy’s mother says, smiling at you warmly as she comes over to give you a hug. You’re surprised, but you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around her. Her dark, curly hair tickled your face as she holds you; she smells like vanilla. “Tommy is all always telling us stories about you when he calls.” She says, still smiling warmly as she lets you go.
“Oh gosh, that’s, uh–that’s embarrassing.” You say.
“Oh no, not at all; we appreciate you taking care of Tom. We sleep better knowing our boy has someone out here who really cares about him and whose’s looking out for his wellbeing.” His father says, wrapping an arm around his wife. Looking out for him? What had Tommy been telling them?
“Come on pop, now that’s embarrassing.” Tommy whines.
“No more embarrassing than what you're used to causing yourself everyday.” You joke without thinking. You throw your hand up, looking at his parents, who both laugh.
“And you keep him on his toes I see–Tom said you were funny.” He dad says. “And clever.”
“I don’t know if those were my exact words.” Tommy grumbles.
“But Tommy, you did not say she was so pretty?” His mom says, smacking her son lightly on the arm. Even though there’s no way it hurt him, he rubs the spot where her delicate hand made impact.
“I don’t see how that matters?” Tommy asks.
“Y/N, do you have boyfriend?” Tommy’s mother asks, grabbing your hands. You feel a fire burst in your cheeks.
“Um…” You didn’t even no where to begin with that question.
Technically speaking–the answer was no, you didn’t; but it was a bit more complicated than that. After your night with Razzle you admit you thought about him more than you had expected to that next day. Then that whole night. Then the next morning. So it was a total shock when, your resolve nearly broken, he actually called you first.
If one of you hadn’t called you might not have spoken again for some time; not knowing exactly which hotel the other would be in next. He admitted he had been thinking about you just as much, and the two of you exchanged hotel info again and agreed to call as soon as you got to your next destination. And you did. You kept calling, at every hotel you went to you called, or he called, and you just talked. That’s it. You were sure he was probably still sleeping with groupies, but you couldn’t be mad at him, because he wasn’t your boyfriend; he was just a guy you talked to every day. And that’s all it could be–for now.
Then there was the other half of his mother’s question: Tommy. First of all, she was only asking because she wanted to set you up, which just, no. Tommy was your best friend; every girlfriend he’d ever been with had made this mistake and it’s no surprise his parents would make it too. You were close, and of course you loved him, but not like that. It was sweet his mom would actually think you were good enough for her son, but that wasn’t ever going to happen. Not in this lifetime.
The more pressing issue here, was her asking if your single seemed to indicate she thought Tommy was currently single. That meant she didn’t know about Roxy; Tommy’s new girlfriend. She was some groupie Tommy had picked up from some other band the boys had played with. She saw her opportunity with a bigger, more successful band and she’d pounced. And of course Tommy–sweet, stupid Tommy–had fallen head over heels for her.
“Mom! Come on, don’t even start with that!” Tommy says. Before his mom can argue, Doc walks up with Nikki in tow, looking a little disheveled. “Oh hey, here’s someone else I want you to meet. Mom, dad meet the Sixxter.” He says, walking over to Nikki and giving him a high five.
“So nice to finally meet you.” Tommy’s mother says, giving Nikki a hug. Nikki looks awkward as he hugs her back, clearly not expecting the affectionate greeting.
“It’s a pleasure.” Tommy’s father says, giving Nikki a firm handshake.
“Hey, Nikki, y/n; we could fly your family out for the next LA gig.” Doc says.
“Yeah that’s a great idea Doc.” Nikki replies sarcastically. You can’t help but hide a laugh behind your hand. You’d say something too, but you don’t want to ruin Tommy’s time with his parents by speaking ill of your own.
“Oh guys I want you to meet somebody else.” Tommy says, calling someone over. You suddenly see the expression on Nikki’s face change to one of surprise. He quickly hides his face behind his hair when Roxy walks over, and you instantly know what that means. You feel a hot ball of rage start burning in the pit of your stomach. You swallow, holding it down until the conversation is over and you can get Nikki alone.
“Mom, dad this is Roxy; my fianceé.” Tommy says. Your head snaps to Tommy.
“What?” You can’t help but say out loud. Everyone looks at you. Roxy scowls. You stammer, trying to backpedal. “No sorry I just–I, I hadn’t heard; congratulations.” Roxy looks back at Tommy’s parents.
“Nice to meet you.” She sticks out her hand, which Tommy’s mom grabs, clearly in shock. Roxy quickly takes her hand away, Tommy’s mom still staring at the girl.
“We’re getting married!” Tommy announces with excitement.
“What’s the rush Tom? Marriage is a big decision.” His dad says, clearly disapproving despite his best efforts to try and sound supportive.
“Exactly! You purposed to mom the night that you guys met and she didn’t even speak English. That’s love dude! And that’s what I’ve always wanted! And now that’s what I’ve got.” Tommy says, looking down at Roxy. There was adoration in Tommy’s eyes, but you didn’t see it reflected in Roxy’s. She was using him, and everyone could see it except Tommy; too blinded by his own love. You ground your teeth as you looked at them, but said nothing.
“So, how did you and Tommy meet?” Tommy’s mother asks Roxy, trying to be supportive. She was such a kind woman; nothing like your own mother. You could see now how Tommy turned out the way he did, with such supportive and loving parents.
“Well, I was actually hanging out with this other band but then I met Tommy and it was totally meant to be.” She replies, not putting much effort into selling the emotion behind it; but at least she used the words Tommy liked to hear. He was all about that true love and destined lovers nonsense.
“Oh, I know this word, um–groupie, right? Is that how they call you?” She asks. She acts innocent, as if she doesn’t know what she’s just said, but you have a feeling she knows exactly what’s she said, and you think you may need Tommy’s mom to adopt you now. You laugh through your nose, throwing up your hand to hide the action. Roxy glares over at you, turning on her heels and storming off.
“Mom, that’s not cool.” Tommy says.
“I do not understand, you say this word all the time like it’s the best thing in the world.” She replies.
“Tommy–” You start.
“No, you are not helping.” He says, before chasing off after Roxie.
“Wasn’t really trying to.” You mumble under your breath. You turn back to his parents, who look at each other with worried expressions. You aren’t really sure it’s your place, but you feel like you should say something.
“Look, I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” You say, smiling at them. “Tommy likes big romantic gestures and he’s constantly chasing after his dream of finding true love, but he always picks these awful girls. I admit the engagement was a surprise, but this whole scenario’s not new; it’ll all blow over soon.” They glance at each other, then look back at you.
“It sounds like you know Tommy well.” His mother says, smiling.
“I guess so.” You shrug. “Look, all I’m saying is I wouldn’t be shopping for any wedding outfits just yet.” You say, and his father laughs.
“We’ll keep that in mind.” He replies.
You say goodbye to them, more hugs are involved, and quickly make your way across the set. You see your brother talking to Mick. When they see you approaching, they can instantly see you’re pissed.
“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Nikki asks, looking bored.
“We need to talk. Now.” You say, glaring daggers at him. He stares back at you, saying nothing. Finally, he concedes, silently following you as you lead him to your dressing room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask, practically spitting venom with every word.
“You want a list? Or are we talking in general?” He quips.
“Cut the shit Nikki.” You hiss. “You fucked Tommy’s girlfriend, you asshole!” He scowled at you.
“So?” He replies cooly.
“So? What the fuck do you mean so?” You yell.
“She’s a fucking groupie y/n; who cares if I fuck her?” He spits back.
“Oh I don’t know, how about her boyfriend? You know, your best friend Tommy? He would be fucking heartbroken if he ever found out!” You reply, your own heart aching at the thought.
“Better Tommy break up with that bitch now than marry her! I did him a goddamn favor by exposing her for the cheater she is!” He shouts.
“You know he’s gonna break up with her either way, you fucking prick! Don’t try to make yourself feel better by making up bullshit excuses for sleeping with your best friend’s girlfriend!” You scream.
“You’re the one making up bullshit excuses; acting like you give a shit about that English fuck, when it’s Tommy you really want.” Nikki accuses, pointing a finger at you.
“Oh god, this bullshit again? I can’t believe even you’re buying into that crap.” You say rolling your eyes. “I’m not on trial here, Nikki; but for the record, I don’t want to fuck Tommy. Though you just did, you fucked him good; when you screwed his girlfriend. Oh no, I’m sorry–his finaceé. I bet he’ll ask you to be his best man too; how fun do you think that ceremony’s gonna be, hmm?”
The two of you stare at each other in silence for a long time, neither one of you wanting to speak first. You refused to back down this time; you knew Nikki was in the wrong, and you weren’t sure if you would ever forgive him. No, you knew you couldn’t. Finally, he sighed, breaking the silence.
“So what? You gonna tell him?” He asks quietly.
“No, of course not, don’t be stupid.” You reply, scowling. “I already told you; he’d be heartbroken.”
As much as you didn’t want to hide the truth from Tommy, you also didn’t want to hurt him. You want to protect his heart from ever having to experience the pain of betrayal. You had felt disappointment, sadness, heartache; you never wanted Tommy to feel those things. All his breakups were so superficial, sure they hurt, but only briefly. Nikki betraying him? That would cut deep; deeper then anything he’d ever felt before. He might not ever recover from that. You couldn’t let him feel that, even if it meant betraying him yourself and lying about ever knowing. A small, miserable part of you hated Nikki for putting you in this position; if he hadn’t done this stupid, horrible thing, then you wouldn’t have to lie to Tommy about it. This was Nikki’s fault, not yours. Even if you were lying, you were only doing it to protect Tommy; that didn’t make you a bad person.
Did it?
“So what then?” Nikki asks.
“Look, she’ll be gone soon one way or another; that’s only a matter of time. Hopefully, she won’t say anything about the two of you when she goes, then that will be the end of it.” You explain.” Just, from now on, don’t sleep with you best friend’s girlfriend; which is not something I should need to tell you.” You add, exasperated.
“Uh huh, thanks for the tip.” Nikki says, walking towards the door.
“And Nikki?” You call after him.
“Yeah?” He asks, his hand already on the door handle.
“I’m never going to forgive you for this.” You tell him plainly. There’s a long pause.
“Yeah, I know.” He finally replies, before leaving you alone in the room.
#tommy lee x reader#the dirt!tommy lee x reader#mgk!tommy lee x reader#the dirt x reader#the dirt#tommy lee
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MCC 13 LIVE REACTIONS
emerald elves (aka Tommy and Tubbo because yes, I pick favorites)
NEW SKINS
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Tubbo, making 1 mistake training: THAT'S IT, I'M DONE
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Finn cosplayed as Tubbo??? and has a disc!
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Wilbur got the sweater of shame and it’s so cute
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The difference between the chats is my favorite thing
[They lost]
Tubbo chat: TUBBO SUPPORT ❣️❣️
Tommy chat: F
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"STOP, I'LL TURN THIS CAR AROUND" I wanna draw that kajeflme
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Tu chat: [pogchamps]
To chat: MMMMMMMMM
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Tommy started singing "you're in her bed" and stopped to scream and Tubbo continued "but I'm in her twitch chat"
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They’re singing All I Want For Christmas Is You and the hype energy is fueling me
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[both chats spamming DUDUDUDUDU]
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Aww tommy appreciation from Finn (I think.. sorry, I’m bad with voices)
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Finn(?): aww Tommy is being super nice
Tubbo: yeah, I'm actually the terrible person :)
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MCC ARE ROASTING TOMMY ON TWITTER
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Tubbo told them to kill George cause he killed Niki last time ❣️
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Tommy and Tubbo both fell on TGTTOSAWAF and saved themselves on the edge and went
"hi Tubbo"
"Hi Tommy"
And this had the same energy as that video
"Hi Ron"
"Oh hi Billy"
All my brain is rn is "Tubbo's doing so well ❣️"
I am mothering
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Tu chat: GO TUBBO ❣️❣️
To chat: silent innit
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Tommy: complimenting Tubbo and Finn
Cpk: Hi, tommy, I'm here too >:(
Tommy: No, you have a girlfriend
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TUBBO BROKE THE GAME WITH THE MEGA CHICKEN??
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Tu chat: TUBBO SUPPORT
To chat: BIRCH (this isn’t a typo i but i missed why they all said that)
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Aw if it weren't for buildmart they totally could've been top 3 :((
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Tu chat: pride hearts
To chat: GROIN
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Aw they're having a moment of goodbye for now until they'll gonna stream together again
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(on Phil’s stream)
Phil zooming on technoblade like ok phil "favourite son" za
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Tommy quote corner:
"I don't feel like dying today"
"FOR GOGYYY"
"I'm going to join a cult!”
"you can't ask someone for any birth defects"
"you're like Satan but good"
"I'm trying to compliment you but you're just being high"
“OH NO THIS IS THE MAP WHERE I GET CANCELED“ [few moments later] "i Want That Woman Dead"
"MY LADY DAR IS GOING OFF [...] oh no, its wilbur"
"STOP RUNNING FROM ME WOMAN"
"now I'm gonna have to go back to being depressed on a Minecraft server"
#mcc 13#minecraft championships#tommyinnit#tubbo#tubbo_#tubbolive#f1nn5ter#SeaPeeKay#Philza#live blogging#live reaction#emerald elves#mcyt#minecraft youtubers#clingy duo#clingyblr
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my fav boys with slick black s/o pt 1?
a/n: im losing inspiration for my current requests and i’m not feeling good mentally or physically. my mood has been down the whole week and it’s messing with my school work so that’s also putting me in a sad mood. but im also in the mood for some fightin words so i’ll use my comfort boys. this may be corny but hey it works for me and this is my blog ❤️
lets get it
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Bakugo Katsuki
bro you MATCH his ENERGY so well with your clapbacks
tbh... bakugo’s clapbacks are just trash
he got the aggression but cmon now
tf is “shitty extra”
boy if you dont sit ya ass down
he LOVES your clapbacks tho
them shits be making him lose his mind
any slick shit you say he eats that UP
one time monoma was talking too much shit and you just
“nigga if you dont sit yo ass tf down fore i snatch yo forehead tf off”
safe to say bakugo busted out laughing
you were ready to post up
he lives for when you be roasting ppl under ya breath
what he doesnt like is when you roast him
bc you can and will read a bitch no hesitation
he really thought he was special....
aint shit sweet come get these roasts nigga
“boy if you dont take them damn pants off. shits look like hammer pants. cant touch this headass”
yall know how i have desiree roasting him?
that’s exactly how it be
you got a sharp ass tongue and will use it against anyone
let someone get both of yall pissed off together???
straight up verbal abuse at that point
file a complaint bc you and bakugo def made someone cry before
i think the class lwk hates you bc you helped bakugo’s clapbacks get better
which is bad for them
yall rmb those roasting vids where they go mmm after each one?
thats bakugo in the back
“big body headass”
“mm”
“dumpster truck headass”
“mm”
typa shit
he’ll hype it up too much
Todoroki Shouto
you think this man dont talk shit himself????
bro he can and will read a bitch RIGHT TO THEIR FACE TOO
he want all the SMOKE
yall together??? im sorry to whoever pissed yall off lemme plan they funeral
i imagine the way todoroki reads niggas is real sophisticated like he will point out every single insecurity you HAVE without even knowing you that well
no cursing for majority of them
“what shoes you got on?”
KAJDJSKKDKCKDDJ
yall would read bitches together but like this
“shou it’s the lifting acrylics for me”
“it’s the dusty wig for me, love”
“its the disconnecting wig for me”
“its the cakey makeup for me”
painful for them
i think he can do rapid fire roasts as soon as someone tries to start shit with you
“i know you’re not coming for my s/o. it’s the talking shoes, it’s the bootleg supreme shirt, it’s the fake chain, it’s the brittle hair”
he gets real disrespectful and wont care who it is
unless it’s your friends or family then he’ll dial it back a lil bit
if you start roasting endeavor????
my mans might be on his way to the jewelers
“try this ring on. i wanna see if it can fit you”
he finna spouse you up (spouse IS gender neutral innit?)
unrelated but todoroki is a hottie and will “ah 😜 mwah 💋” everytime and you might have a video of him losing his mind girls in the hood LMAOOOOO
Killua Zoldyck
now this boy.... cant roast for SHIT
yeah he’s a lil brat and can get mean and petty
but he cannot compare to you
this nigga’s a whole trained assassin but cant kill niggas with his words that well
🤡🤡🤡
i think the meanest thing he’s said is call you “a stupid fuckin idiot”
to which you responded with
“shut the fuck up, mushroom built ass bitch. body built like a smurf. hair lookin like hairballs cats cough up. dont get loud lil boy”
killua respectfully sat down and scratched his head
no cap that shit lwk hurt but he gonna pretend like it didnt
he dont even know what the fuck a SMURF IS
he just know that it hurt
lwk thought that was your nen
the ability to manipulate emotions into irritation or anger or some shit
like no baby they just good at roasting bitches
after a while he starts to hype you up in the back
“how you FEELLLLL”
“OOOOH BURNNNN”
“SHIT GOTTA HURT DONT IT BITCHBABY?”
eventually he learns how to roast and clapback then it’s over
the sass meter is overboard
like you might have to knock him a couple notches down
swear to god this boy uses clapbacks on leorio just to piss him off
one time leorio was telling killua to do sumn he just
“oh you must want me with the way you keep gobbling on my fuckin nuts i will do it soon relax”
you damn near BEHEADED this boy with how hard you slapped the back of his head
like it was funny but leorio wouldve JUMPED YOU
Kamado Tanjiro
OUT OF ALL OF THEM HE DOESNT WANT THAT
listen he likes to be the peacemaker
but with your clapbacks they’re enough to make zenitsu wanna post up
like you read him a lil too much
“THATS HOW YOU FEEL Y/N-CHAN? ALRIGHT”
cue tanjiro rapidly apologizing while dragging you away
the first time you roasted the absolute shit outta inosuke he had to sit down
he didnt even know what the majority of the shit you said meant
same with killua all he knew was that shit kinda hurt
tanjiro be TIRED of yall
“y/n can you PLEASE relax”
“NAH HE WANNA GET LOUD WITH ME”
“HE BREATHED”
“AND IT WAS AN AGGRESSIVE BREATH”
of course you know your limits
there’s no way you’re gonna get tanjiro to roast people
but this one time you heard him clapback by accident
“you heard me loud and clear, sir. dont act like you couldnt hear me correctly.”
like oop?
i felt a lil HEAT
aint no where near burned but for tanjiro??? good e fucking nough
dont act like he dont say some lil slick shit on the dl
this man got pent up aggression fym
tho you do be making him laugh
esp in battle if you just start reading a demon
he cant help but snicker
baby loves the way you talk and wouldnt have it any other way
if you roast him he will just go
“oh okay 🙂”
he doesnt know how to respond to that
if you roasting someone who deserves it nezuko will be your hype girl bc tanjiro’s busy trying to de-escalate the situation 💀💀💀
“and thats why yo grandma got a busted funeral”
“MMPH!”
“Y/N NO STOP THATS SO RUDE IM SO SORRY FOR THEIR BEHAVIOR THEY DONT MEAN IT”
“YES TF I DO”
“y/n shut up NO THEY DONT SORRY”
before dragging you away
jfc you’re like verbally feral
Nishinoya Yuu
your personal hypeman
will respectfully allow you to roast people
cant roast to save his life either
“you tell em!”
“yuh!”
“mhm”
“bitch”
hopping around n shit LMAOAOAOAOAO
you got that shit
someone irritating him?
“y/n.... baby.”
“alright who is it?”
“tsukishima”
“aight bet. AYE BITCH”
legend has it tsukishima is still recovering from those third degree burns
do not roast him this man will run away he values his life
“oh you must be ready to attend this barbecue”
(love that guy)
“IM VEGAN” liar
and DIPS
nigga will 100% ROLLINGGGGGG THUNDAAAAAAA tf up outta there
he can clapback and that’s the most he’ll do
he do be saying slick shit bc i hc him as someone who want all the smoke
ride or DIE
on they ass
(struggling to come up with clapbacks w/o anything to clapback to 💀💀💀)
(been cryinf over rengoku and hw my brain is mush)
“GO OFF Y/N TALK YOUR SHIT YOUR MAJESTY”
NIGGAS A CLOWN ✋🏽😭
thats all for this one folks lmao
#x black reader#bnha x black!reader#bnha x poc!reader#mha x black reader#haikyuu x black reader#haikyuu x reader#hunter x hunter x reader#hxh x reader#tanjiro x reader#killua x reader#bakugo katuski x reader#todoroki x reader#nishinoya x reader#perryat bitch#teehee
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Nov 16 Stream Timestamps
Timestamps from Technoblade’s “THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)”
Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x
Timestamps with hyperlinks below
02:13 “This is a surprise tool which will help us later” / thumbnail isn’t foreshadowing / video thumbnails have to be big / stream thumbnails can be detailed
05:17 “The traitor is actually Jschlatt” / firework crafting
09:50 “The ratio is impeccable”
13:23 “Dream’s in the game! My audience retention rate” / vc with Tubbo & Quackity / traitor Jschlatt theory / “Are you high?” “A little”
14:47 “You’re a bit of a wildcard” “I am the most consistent character on the entire server” / “What’s this about getting into power” / “We’ll burn this bridge when we get to it”
15:54 “You really are such an English major” / “You’re an idiom” / malaphor / “I’m actually speaking twice as much English as you guys”
18:07 “I think Thunder is overcompensating in the chat” / “Where can you see me” “In my heart” (Karl & Quackity) / Karl not leaving vc
20:33 vc with Niki / “Did Tubbo just leave me? I spaced out for 2 seconds” / “You can’t call everyone the traitor” “I can & will”
22:45 “You know it’s an event when Skeppy’s here” / “You know it’s a big deal when Georgenotfound wakes up” / “Everyone leaves me”
23:31 explaining the traitor thing to Niki / “Maybe I’m a sleeper agent” / had to kill Tubbo
25:03 nothing happened with that creeper / Fundy interrogating Niki / “Why did I train her for MCC”
25:54 “Even YOU’RE leaving me” / sad music / “I’m sitting here with 203k viewers & it’s not enough for any of these streamers to bear talking to me for more than 60 seconds” / Skeppy joins vc to immediately leave
28:50 Karl has a gift for Techno / Karl is just here for the animatic
32:21 “At least the chat won’t leave me” / pays for his music
35:01 “I’m going to destroy the government so bad” / “I hate all of the farming updates on skyblock”
37:45 joining a vc / “I just got stood up in like 4...conversations in rapid succession” / “My new years resolution was to make friends & it’s november & I’ve made zero headway” / Eret switches sides
41:53 Ender chest setup / worried about hotbar management / potions > shields
43:13 vc with allies / “Karl you are literally the biggest third wheel I have ever seen”
45:03 angering the dogs / trident combo
47:13 “D!ck with one ball” (Tubbo)
50:25 “Let’s hope Wil overslept like [George]”
53:09 recruiting Eret / “If you fight on our side we’ll make you the King of Burger King” / “He’ll be an executive citizen” / “I’m surrounded by idiots”
54:58 putting Schlatt on the allies list / “Schlatt is an alcoholic high on protein power” (Fundy)
56:47 can’t trust Eret / “I hate it when you’re right” (Tubbo) / Wilbur joins vc
59:50 having a moment with Hubert / “Not even the mobs like me” / sad music / “I just gained 8k subscribers the sadness is gone” / cow pit exp farm
1:02:57 vc with Niki / “I’m going to join the other vc AHHHHH”
1:05:02 “Once everyone meets up...I have something prepared” / “Technoblade when are you not ready?” “When I joined the server”
1:09:38 “Who do you take me for? Of course I’ve read the Art of War. It’s written by Mozart” / battle planning
1:12:18 “This is the betrayal...happening very slowly”
1:13:35 Pan1 / “This revolution is so doomed”
1:15:29 Dream attack / Quackity dies
1:18:07 “Agree Retweet” / “Violence is the only universal language” / “i have a supply” / “Why do you talk in upwards inflections constantly?”
1:19:57 Techno not getting to talk / “He took it all by force didn’t he” / “Fear into Ear”
1:23:50 Techno telling everyone he has a stash twice / distributing blue / mushroom the fox
1:26:49 Tommy talking over Techno again / “Stop going off on your tangents” “We have food at home”
1:29:30 vault reveal / Tubbo stealing emeralds / secret chest
1:32:40 “Shut up bro you are green as shit” (Tommy) / “Everyone give me back my stuff you don’t deserve it”
1:34:41 no netherite swords / “Who’s the traitor” “Promise we won’t be mad”
1:36:31 battle / Technoblade trident maneuvering / giving rocket launchers to Tubbo & Tommy
1:40:27 killing Karl / Dream bringing out the end crystals / fighting invis Dream / purpled switches sides
1:43:57 Dream wants to talk / 309k / group photos
1:46:08 vc with Dream / “But only if my enemy insists” / in the van with Schlatt / “What are you doing in my drug van? It better not be drugs” / Tommy preparing to shoot Schlatt
1:54:42 “We won” / “We killed an old man with heart problems! It only took 20 of us!” / President Innit / subscribe to Technoblade sign
1:55:57 Dream & Techno talk in chat / Tommy speech / “It was meant to be” / “I don’t think anyone is bowing to Tommyinnit” / “Karl don’t be weird” / Skeppy has a disc
1:59:06 Techno being apprehensive on mute / Tommy makes Wilbur President / “I’ll be the president” “I’m gonna veto that” / “Techno...you’ve taught me that government is not the way to go” / Wilbur makes Tubbo president
2:03:20 “I’m not sure I like where this is going x2” / “I’m not sure this is a good ending” / “Team chaos” “Perhaps”
2:06:20 Techno shoots Tubbo / Philza joins / “You think Schlatt was the cause of your problems? No. It was government” / speech gets interrupted / “The government ends here, I’ll kill it myself!”
2:09:23 Phil kills Wilbur / techno yelling for silence / “Tommy you just did a coup...& instilled yourself as president”
2:12:11 “If you want to be a hero THAN DIE LIKE ONE” / wither spawning / killing his former allies
2:15:09 post fight talks / “There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body” / “Techno was not the traitor”
2:18:50 “I need to increase the crater that is L’Manberg so that no country can rise in its place” / “Mom says it’s my turn on the flame bow”
2:23:51 “What I’m doing right now is small scale. This is the work of an individual. This is nothing compared to the cruelty governments all around the world [inflict]...systematically” / “Llamas are the primary victims of war” / “I just wanna be apart of the explosion” (George)
2:27:06 Techno joins vc / connor joins the server / “I hope you’re proud of yourself Techno” “I kinda am” / Jack Manifold (Thunder) being broke / netherite armor
2:32:30 “Beach episode” / Techno accidentally joins the L’Manberg vc
2:35:16 the base is compromised / “There’s no way Technoblade would put a clock there if it didn’t mean anything” / got robbed
2:37:37 “If you’re going to ask me how I got all these emerald & arrows that’s a story for another day” / explaining the bedrock / “I can give everyone stuff & it’ll be such a flex”
2:40:24 Greek mythology
2:41:45 The Golden Apple / “They didn’t use discord back then they used skype, so can’t invite Eris” / “Zeus the god of feminism”
2:46:02 Eret recruiting Techno to kill George / joining vc / “Let’s stop him before he gets land” / Awesamdude proposing a fight
2:49:08 “No one can kill me I’m invincible” (logs out) / Dream literally names the turtle potions Sam thinks he hasn’t heard of / “I’m at soup” / “It’s not smack talk he just has that many items”
2:53:06 “Stab him Dream, I’ll shout encouraging words” / Techno fighting Bad & Ant
2:56:23 Dream wins / “I think there was this Dream guy attacking you with some sort of weapon”
3:00:11 turtle potions / Dream hyping up Techno about fighting BBH / Badlands negotiating with George
3:04:34 vc with Philza
3:07:00 spider farm afk’ing / lagging Quackity’s computer
3:09:06 smp earth / Phil only logged on to back Techno up
3:10:32 killing George / “I’m gonna drop his armor off don’t jump me” / not fighting Dream
3:13:00 vc with Karl & Phil / Karl definitely not starting a government / “Chat that was the boring part, don’t leave” / 320k / “Why do we keep scheduling these on Monday?”
3:16:18 “I don’t even want to think about how famous Tommy will be in the future” / “I get a tad bitter” / covid is good for youtubers but obviously bad / “I’m so good at socially distancing”
3:19:51 “Aren’t you tired of being nice Philza? Don’t you just wanna go crazy” / “You should be wary of the old in a profession where people die young” / vc with Eret
3:21:47 “What if you built a slightly larger throne next to it?” / “How are they paranoid of a mole but the guy with a track record of being a traitor gets no questions asked”
3:25:47 “I’m gonna place a block at the bottom & kill you instantly” / reverse mlg / emerald rich even with Tubbo’s theft
3:27:57 “I’ll allow it” / upstairs chests robbed / Eret disconnects with the book
3:32:04 armor sabotage bc he thought it’d be 1v5 / crystals are mutually assured destruction / Wilbur afraid of tnt getting blown up early
3:34:11 the diary was actually Eret’s / “He’s gonna tell everyone who I have a crush on. Nooo” / reading the 100 page book / “Can I not win here?” “No”
3:40:14 “This stream has released more serotonin in my brain than the last 6 months combined” / revolution was overcrowded / could improve the crater
2:43:09 “Awkward ten minute period where I’m just sitting there watching them set up a new government but I can’t kill them yet” / Carl is missing
3:44:34 “The one time Technoblade is gonna roleplay & they talk over him” / “CARL” / “As long as Sapnap isn’t the one that took him there’ll still be hope”
3:46:10 “Once you start using end crystals it’s the only pvp that matters & end crystal pvp is so lame” / Webtoons
3:49:10 “What’s going to happen to you & WIlbur now?” “I don’t know, I think I’m chill with Wilbur” / “The only thing that changed is my voice. Zero personal growth” / lines from the first speech that got interrupted / “King George is trending booo”
3:52:00 1 million twitter followers / “O god it’s been four hours...I am not built for this” / did a 13 hour stream once / sub growth goals
3:56:30 “What the heck is Phil watching”
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Mine
Prompt: In which a jealous and protective Harry gets into a fight defending your honor, and you decide to repay him.
Pairing: Harry x Reader
Smutty fluff. Word count: 3,446. Rated mature.
A/N: I’ve been lurking the Harry fic tag for a while now, and have become so inspired by many of the writers and stories I have encountered on here. This is my first ever Harry fanfic. Please be gentle. Likes/reblogs and any love would be appreciated! Enjoy. x
“That wasn’t quite treating people with kindness, was it?”
You stare down at your boyfriend who is sitting on the hotel sofa, grinning up at you through his lashes and a gruesome bloody lip.
“Fuckin’ tosser shouldn’t have been grabbing at you though. That’s right, innit?”
You press the towel of ice over his eyelid, which is already turning an angry purple and puffing up.
It’s a fucking messy picture. Harry can only stare at you with one eye. His cheek looks equally upset, scratched and bruised. When he winces, his lip cracks again oozing blood and saliva from the pressure of mouth and teeth and dribbling onto his floral shirt. His hands are still shaking, swollen too -
This is not how you wanted to spend your last night in London before going home to see his family for the holidays.
It was only supposed to be one night out. Dinner and then some drinks at a fancy club that Gemma had suggested months ago. You’d gone to the bar to grab some shots ---- when a red faced, tan man with greasy blonde hair had appeared at your side as you waited for the bartender to prepare your drinks.
He’d been leaning against the bar. He used one arm to stroke your hair, his fingers dipping into your hair to brush back some strands behind your ear. The same hand then moved to train down the exposed skin of your arms. “Mmm,” he said. “Don’t you look like a present? My name’s Michael. What’s your name, love?”
“Oh-” you stuttered, trying to shrug out of his grasp. “Hi. Sorry I’m with-”
“With me, right? You’re a fucking stunner. Meant to be - that’s what we are.”
“Sorry. No. Thank you-” he was so close you had to turn in his embrace to be able to face the bartender again. You took the two glasses in each hand and tried to shift away but he wrapped the other arm around your waist, squeezing you. You were frozen.
Your eyes tried to scan the crowd for Harry’s face, the music making you feel something akin to drowning as this Michael’s hands deepened their hold on your skin. You froze as you felt them move to your ass.
“I’m here with my boyfriend. Sorry.” you tried to recoil and raise the glasses up, so it would block him from trying to smash his face against yours. But it didn’t work, he took your protest as something enticing. It provoked him to move closer -- you could vomit.
“Your what?” he tried to play along. “Where’s he? Wouldn’t let you outta my sight if you were mine.”
Then you heard a low, deep voice boom from behind you.
“She’s here with her fucking boyfriend.”
“Harry-” you could hear the shrillness in your voice, your throat threatening to close around the anxiety and panic that had begun to pull you under. Your heart felt like it might soar with relief. He grabbed you to him so quickly, it felt like whiplash, the drinks jostling, tequila spilling on his expensive blazer. “Harry, I’m sorry-”
But he didn’t seem to hear you as he shoved you behind him.
And Michael? The man was laughing. You watched him over Harry’s shoulder, your cheek pressed against his back.
“You’re a fucking bitch!” he spit, before his eyes landed on Harry. “God. Don’t I know you from the telly?” He chuckled. His mouth widening when recognition dawned on him. “Oh shit! Fucking popstar!” His eyes fell on some of the people who were now turning around in the commotion-
“Harry,” you tried to tug on your boyfriend’s arm. “Let’s go.”
But it felt like you weren’t there. His eyes were still focused on the drunk man in front of him.
“You were saying something?” he said. His jaw ticked. The vein in his neck was pulsing. “Come on with it, then? Fuckin’ tosser.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed, as if hearing him for the first time. He stepped closer to Harry.
“Harry, come on-” you begged.
“You had something to fucking say-” Harry didn’t flinch, even as your grip on his tightened. Your nails digging into his skin-
“I. Said.” He blew air in Harry’s face. “You should keep an eye on your fucking slag.”
Harry laughed. He did this when he got angry. Got sarcastic. There are times where you’ve argued and the sound was so cold, it felt like it could turn you to stone. It’s a memory you don’t think about often - the moments are so few and far between- but now-
In a blur, you saw Harry raise his fist and punch Michael right in the face. He threw the force of his body in it, the heavy rings on his fingers connecting with his nose at such an ugly, and gruesome angle. You could tell Harry’s reaction had caught him by surprise, he crumpled to the floor in one movement, hands grasping at his face, red dripping onto his fingers. He sounded like he was choking.
“Harry!” you screamed.
The crowd around you fell into a thunderous commotion, a crescendo of shouting combined with the music and flashes. The wave of people tightening to get better shots.
“Fucking asshole!” Harry shouted. “Disgusting. Bastard. Fucking idiot!”
You tried to wrap both arms around his waist, tried to grab him away from the scene unfolding in front of you but it was too late. You could feel the way his skin seemed to vibrate under your touch. Michael grabbed for him and tried to punch him back but he missed his jaw, instead splitting his mouth in two. He tried to swing again on his crooked feet and hit Harry in the cheek. Harry made a show of spitting blood onto the tiled floor, his eyes narrowing as his fist connected with Michael’s face again and again.
“Fucking asshole! Fucking asshole!” You saw spots of blonde hair, the commotion seemed to pulse around you.
“Harry! Fuck, Harry stop!”
You grabbed at Harry to pull him off Michael right as the guards of the club broke up the fight.
“The fuck is going on here?” one giant, burly man said. His arms extended out to separate both men.
Harry spit out more blood. “That’s my fucking girlfriend!” he glanced back to stare into your panicked eyes. “Fucking bastard grabbed at her. Wouldn’t let her go. Could we not have gotten some fucking help? Bullshit. This the kind of guys you want in your place?” Harry narrowed his eyes.
“That true?” the guard turned to where Michael still lay in a heap on the floor. “You try to make a grab at her?”
“I was-I” he tried to stutter around an alibi.
Then the focus was on you. “He made you feel unsafe, ma’am?”
You could sink under the attention. You felt so small. Harry seemed to sense this, his bloodied hands moved to grasp you and just that - his hands on your forearms, holding in you place- was enough. You tried to find your voice.
“Was just getting our drinks. He grabbed me, I couldn’t move-his hands were on my-”
The guard’s face fell, full of understanding. “Alright-” he grabbed Michael’s arms and pulled them back. “You’re out of here, mate. S’what you get for being an asshole.”
Harry’s head followed them. He was still breathing hard.
Michael started to yell as he was carried away, “Oi! Fucking popstar, I hope you got some fucking lawyers ready. Won’t fucking get away with this!”
“Harry,” you grabbed at him. “Harry-let’s go-”
But his eyes were still so far away.
“Fucking bitch,” Michael spat blood in your direction.
“Harry,” you narrowed your voice, your arms locked around his waist. He stared down at you, as if finally realizing what happened, as if he was looking at you for the first time in a while. His arm was tight around your neck. “Let’s go. Please.”
Deepening his stare, he squeezed you tight with a quick peck to your head and finally -finally - let you steer him towards the exit.
---
“Your mom’s gonna kill me.”
“Mum’s not gonna kill you.”
“She won’t get any photos of you at Christmas now that your face has been smashed in.”
At that, Harry seems to agree, you know by the silence you fall into as you continue working. The club owner was gracious enough to let you two through a private back entrance so you could try to avoid anymore prying eyes from the cameras on the videos you’re sure people recorded on their cellphones, as well as the photographers that had gathered outside in the commotion as a result of a bunch of tweets and texts going out.
You’d been silent on the ride home too, holding Harry’s clasped hands in your lap. Insisting on asking the Uber driver to stop at a pharmacy so you could grab a first aid kit to patch your boyfriend back together again.
You asked the driver to go around the back of the hotel to avoid some photographers that had already gathered outside. And once there, you carried Harry up to the hotel room with his arm staying slung over your shoulder, keeping you tight to his side even when you had to take the bucket from the fridge down to fill it with ice cubes for his face.
And now, sitting on your knees in front of Harry, you still don’t know whether to be upset with him.
Sure, you’d been scared - horribly frightened even- when you heard the crack of that douchebag’s bone under his fist. But there’s a larger, almost unbeknownst part of yourself that you don’t want to acknowledge - the relief that had rushed over you when Harry had appeared by your side, his big hands moving you behind him. The way your heart thrummed, the chill down your spine at the angry, dangerous look in Harry’s eyes. To see him look so out of control with his anger. So unhinged. God, it might have even made you a little wet.
But you won’t tell Harry that, not yet at least. Not when he’s still hurt and simultaneously being a smug little shit as you treat his wounds. You let the silence draw out like the space between you. You try to ignore the way you can feel his eyes on you, you think it’s just him trying to make sure you’re okay, maybe waiting for you into go into hysterics - but no, he’s always like this. Some part of him always itching to be a part of you. As if to demonstrate it, he keeps one long arm reaching towards you, his large hand resting draped over your lap as you lean in to inspect his face.
“Ice is melting. Let me change it,” you say, gingerly unfolding the hand on his eye. You scoop more ice out from the bucket and into another towel. “Press it down.” You remind him, as he holds it to his eye with the hand not on your leg. You unwrap a pack of bandages, alcohol, ointment and go to work.
“‘It’s gonna make the paper tomorrow, babe.” He winces as you swipe the alcohol across his cheek, but you don’t know whether it’s because of the cut or the truth you’ve just reminded him is dawning. “Might even be online already. Probably trending.”
“Shit-” he mutters.
A long minute passes before he speaks again.
“S’gonna be alright.” he whispers. “We’ll be alright.”
“Mmmhmm,” you say back, your attention focused on cleaning the rest of the drying blood on his cheek. His usually flawless pale skin flushes in your grasp.
“M’sorry about work.” he says, softly as if he’s embarrassed. You only nod in silence as you smooth another band-aid across his cheekbone, your fingers pressing against the sharpness of it - too distracted to really consider the gossip that will follow you back to the elementary school you work at. The nosey coworkers. Idly, you think -hope, pray- that the holiday will create enough distance. You don’t think the school would like another barrage of paparazzi trying to loom around the campus. You remember the scowl that had gripped Harry’s face when you told him that someone had tried to follow you home-
“It’s okay,” you tell him, your fingers grasping his face so he knows you’re serious. “You were only defending my honor.”
At that, he blinks, the smoothness of his lips trembling from a straight line into a curve. He beams up at you. “I was…?”
You straighten your back to dump the bloodied wash cloth and bandages into the bin next to you. “I should repay you for that, shouldn’t I?”
In the corner of your eye you see Harry perk up, the air shifting as he realizes you’re no longer angry or upset with him. At least, not anymore.
He closes his eyes as you run your hands through the curls on his head, scratching your nails at the nape of his neck where he likes it best. You move onto your knees to slide into his lap and straddle his thighs.
“God. I love your face. Hate to see it like this.” you admit to him, nuzzling close to where the buttons of his shirt are open, your lips pressing kisses to his throat and collarbones. “Wish I could kiss you.”
“Got other parts of me you can kiss, pet.”
You smirk at him, pulling back to smooth your hair over one shoulder. “Is that right?”
“Can’t you feel me?” He chuckles. “Want you so bad, honey.”
He hisses as you move to unbuckle the belt of his pants, your warm fingers digging into the waistband of his underwear to take him into your hand. He licks his lips and whines as you grasp him, pulling tight at the tip where he’s already throbbing and leaking and pushing down.
He whines. “Mmm, so hard, love.”
“Yeah? Getting into fights make you hard, Harry? Saw red when you saw someone touching what was yours?”
“Shit-” he says. It’s a grunt through his clenched teeth. The gravely sound of it makes you clench at the sound. “Yeah-yeah. You’re mine. Fuck. I don’t know what came over me.” He laughs, low in his throat. “I think I could’a fuckin’ killed him-”
“Should do something for you then, huh?” You giggle, a mischievous smile stretching over your lips. “How do you want me, H?”
“On your knees,” he says. “Want your mouth. Take me into your mouth, love.”
His eyes seem to find clarity for a moment, the deepness of his voice guiding you back onto the floor.
Usually you pepper kisses down his abdomen, kiss every one of his tattoos but there is no time for that tonight. It’s not what he deserves. Quickly, you make work of his clothes, pulling his trousers and underwear down enough to pull his cock out. You move onto your knees to hover over him, hot breath and lips kissing up the length of him-
Your cheeks feel hot as you let his voice guide you, even though you’ve done this so many times.
“None of that right now please. Put me in love.” Harry moans as you open your mouth wide, your eyes locked with his green gaze, never breaking contact as you let him use you to get off. One hand grasping the base of himself so he can feed you his cock. Your lips work over the thickness of him, something you’ll never ever get used to. Your mouth and chin becoming slick with your spit and his precum as you work your mouth on him. He feels heavy against your tongue. “God, you suck it so well. Take me so well, love. Fuck. Your mouth’s so soft-”
“Why’re you so good to me?” he babbles on. Your ears feels like they’re prickling under the warmth of his praise. You would be smiling at him if your mouth wasn’t so stuffed with his cock. “God. Why’re you so good to me? Suckin’ me so well. And probably gonna let me eat your cunt later, huh? Have got such a pretty pussy too. My baby-”
You try to press your thighs together but it’s not enough. It’s as if every one of Harry’s grunts and moans is able to egg your hands on. It’s hard but you untangle your fingers from his to slip it under your dress and push your panties aside to press them against where you are aching and disappointingly empty. Your lips are firm as you moan around Harry’s length.
You watch his neck roll back against the couch, the line of his jaw tipping up towards the ceiling as he swallows hard. His Adam’s Apple is bobbing. “God, does sucking my cock make you wet, love? You’re so sweet. Do you like it when I come for you? It makes you so wet-God. Fuck. I can hear it. I can hear how wet you are for me.”
One of his hands stays clasped over your forearm, which is resting against the tiger tattoo on his thigh and gripping the base of him where your mouth can’t stretch. The other is tangled in your hair, combing it back and cupping your cheek so he can stare into your face as you suck him off.
“Fuck,” he says, as if disbelief is caught in his throat. “Let me see that pretty face stretched over my cock. You’re so beautiful, baby.” At that, you hollow your cheeks and hum back in appreciation.
You can tell Harry’s close when he gets more desperate. His grunts and moans get closer together, his fingers more frantic to find purchase on something.
“Don’t,” he grunts, even as his fingers have moved to grip the back of your head to keep you in place so he can fuck into your mouth. His hips are stuttering off the edge of the couch as he gasps, “You’ll make me come. Y/N. You’ll make me come. Oh god-”
His voice breaks, cracking around the sound of your name as he spills deep into your mouth.
“Y/N. Y/N. Fuck me- Y/N,” he says.
You take him in deep, swallowing down the taste of him as he trembles and whimpers your name again and again. Not one drop left spared, because just like he is always so desperate to be a part of you, you’re so very desperate for every inch of him.
You moan your appreciation back and hold him there until he starts to soften. The muscles in your jaw and throat ache but you’re happy. His fingers stroke the back of your head when you know he’s become too sensitive, and you let him slip from your mouth. You lick around the length of his cock, his balls, pressing lips to his stomach and cleaning him up. Resting your head against his torso and rubbing your fingers and lips against the leaves on his belly as you listen to him calm down.
“Fuck. C’mere love-” You tuck him back into his pants and pull yourself up the length of him to press your mouth to his. His fingers grasp your face tenderly and clench in your hair, his moans deepening as he tastes himself on your tongue. “Thank you. God, I love you so much. I needed that. Needed you.”
“Thank you,” you tell him, as you settle back into the nest of his lap. “Don’t want you starting a fuss over me. Or hurting this beautiful face. My favorite face. But still, thank you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you, kissing the top of his head and the roots of his hair.
“For what?” he muses, with a mischievous grin. He slides his other hand around your waist and presses his face into your throat and nuzzling the top of your breasts, cuddling closer.
“For defending my honor,” You cradle his blistered hand up to your face and kiss the rings on his knuckles as you begin listing things off. “For not letting that asshole get away. For showing everyone not to mess with what’s yours.”
“Did what I had to do, didn’t I?” he says, looking up at you. Your heart clenches at the conviction in his voice. The crease in his eye somehow still making him more adorable, even all puffed up. The dimple in his cheek deepening.
“You’re my woman,” he says in a voice that sounds like nothing else in his life could be more true.
You kiss the side of his mouth, his cheek tenderly as he whispers into your hair-
“And I’m your man.”
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A/N: Hope you liked this! Fine Line has inspired me to try to write a story for each track on the album. This was what I came up with for Treat People with Kindness, as the joke y/n makes in the beginning popped in my head! More stories to come hopefully.
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