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stvolanis · 3 months

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Can you do a dom reader x sub farleigh fan fic? 🙇‍♀️. I don't really have a backstory for it fleshed out. I was kind of thinking maybe after the karaoke scene the reader confronts him for being bitchy to oliver in front of everyone. (w/ spanking, overstim, possibly mommy kink)

Omg I love this!

Vixen.

(One shot)

PAIRINGS: Sub!Brat!Farleigh Start X Dom!Reader

WARNINGS: I’m aware that the karaoke scene doesn’t happen at his bday party but i put them together anyway!! foul language, pet names, needy!Farleigh, established relationship, mentions of drugs and alcohol

NSFW WARNINGS: mean!Reader, slight humiliation, spanking, overstimulation, mommy kink, brat taming, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, restraint (our boy is tied up), oral (m receiving), cream pies, fluff at the end

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Ever since Oliver came to live at Saltburn, Farleigh has seemed to make it his personal mission to belittle, taunt, shit talk and ruin Oliver.

You didn’t know what it was, why he was behaving this way, or even what was so wrong with Oliver, because he was nothing but sweet to you.

Always smiling and throwing out random little awkward jokes, making people laugh. He was a little bit quiet, and shy. An awkward scholarship boy, as Farleigh put it. How kind of him.

Tonight’s party was in celebration of Saltburns newest arrival, and apparently Felix’s’ jewel, Oliver. It was his birthday and the crowds of people were here, even though they had the least bit a clue as to who exactly they were even there for.

When the party was over, few people stayed around for a more toned down get together. It was just the family, you, and a few friends lying about having a good time chatting, drinking, and of course, karaoke.

Everyone was taking turns, picking their favorite songs to sing aloud for the group of peoples entertainment. You thought nothing of it when Farleigh told you he wanted to pick a song, yet your mood soured as the song began to play.

It was ‘Rent’ by Pet Shop boys.

You watched as Farleigh tossed the remote to Oliver, exclaiming how it was ‘his song’. Your jaw clenched. “Farleigh, that’s enough.” You said sternly as you peered up at the taller man. He scoffed. “Oh cmon, it’s just a little fun.” He replied with a chuckle.

You clicked your tongue. “No, Farleigh, turn it off! Now!” You yelled at him. The curly haired boy grew frustrated, and embarrassed as he felt the room of people stop and stare at the scene you caused, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking overreacting, it’s not that big of a deal!” He yelled back as he flared his arms out. Something in you snapped. After months of seeing him torment Oliver, you’d finally had enough. This was the icing on the cake.

“Dammit, Farleigh! I’ve fucking had it with you! Since Oliver’s been here you’ve been a raging cunt and without even an explanation as to why, and I’m done putting up with it!” You screamed out at him as you roughly grabbed him by his arm, dragging him towards the door.

His mouth was hung agape as you drug him out of the room, eyes following the both of you as you made your grand, oh so dramatic exit. He felt utterly humiliated at the way you talked to him in front of everyone, yet he couldn’t ignore the way his cock stirred in his slacks.

You threw him into your shared bedroom and locked the door shut. “Take off your pants and bend over.” You told him. He gulped, your tone of voice sounding too serious not to listen as he stripped himself of his slacks and boxers, bending over the bed.

You tied your hair up with a rubber band around your wrist and watched as Farleigh gripped the sheets beneath him, bracing himself for whatever was to come next. He jolted forward with a gasp as he felt your palm meet the flesh of his ass harshly.

Once, twice, then suddenly he lost count. By the time you were done, his ass felt raw and your hand print was red and visible. He had tears running down his cheek, yet his cock was oh so painfully hard against his lower stomach. He ached to be touched in any way you’d allow.

“Been such a fuckin’ brat since Ollie came. If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just said that, honey.” You chuckled out as you turned him over onto his back, instructing him to scoot further up the bed. “M’sorry, mommy, please—“ he begged, not even knowing what for.

“Shut your whore mouth, Farleigh.” You scolded as you perched yourself on his lower stomach, your clothed cunt sitting taut on his hard cock, making him let out a needy whimper. You leaned over to your night stand, digging through a drawer before pulling out a pair of pink rope.

You gripped Farleighs wrists with one of your hands and held them up to the head board, securely tying them. “Been such a bad boy, needa fix that for you.” You breathed against his lips. He leaned up, desperately trying to kiss you, but you pushed his head back down onto the pillow.

“Only good boys get kisses.” You whimpered against his ear as your body trailed down till your face was eye level with his cock and your back was arched in the air, displaying your ass that you knew Farleigh wanted to taint.

You took his tip into your mouth, sucking teasingly before smearing the pre-cum around with your thumb. His hips wiggled and his eyes were blown out with lust as he stared down at you through hooded eyes, watching as you began to take all of him in your mouth.

You gagged and gurgled around him, taking him so deep, his cock hitting the back of your throat. His moans filled your ears, and his hands clamped around his restrains, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut as you used one of your hands to play with his heavy balls.

“Mommy! Oh god—so good, so fuckin good.” He whimpered out as drool poured at the corner of his mouth, his mouth hung agape for too long. You released him from your mouth with a pop, using your other free hand to fist his cock tightly at a fast pace. “Yeah? Like mommy’s mouth oh your pretty cock?” You giggled out as your mouth trailed down to his balls.

You suckled one into your mouth, and Farleigh came with a loud moan, his head thrown back and his back arching off of the bed. The scene before you was straight out of a porno, and he looked so helpless and pretty when his cum spurted everywhere.

All over your face, on the bed sheets and his stomach. “Messy, messy boy, Farleigh.” You said as you shook your head. He was breathless, no words able to form as he watched you strip yourself of those god ridden clothes he wanted to rip off of you.

You glided your pussy along his still rock hard cock, letting your juices spread. You bit your lip at the stimulation on your sensitive bud. “Need you. Need your pussy, mommy, please? I’ll be a good boy, I swear—“ he babbled on, his words nearly slurring together to form what you presumed were sentences.

You laughed at the man who lied underneath you, a whimpering, needy mess. So desperate for you. So ready and willing to take anything you’ll give him. “I know, handsome, I know.” You shushed him as you finally planted a soft kiss to his trembling lips.

You lined him to your entrance, not giving him a chance to think as you slammed yourself down onto him. His cock kissed your cervix, and it felt like he was in your womb. “Such a big cock, all for me? My big boy.” You groaned out as you moved your hips in a circular motion on his cock, rubbing against your walls blissfully.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he nodded, his brain pussy drunk on you. “Mhm, yes, yes-“ he continued on. You bit your lip, holding back your moans as you watched him unravel beneath you.

But god, did his cock feel like heaven inside of you. You felt so unbelievably full, and all you could focus on was chasing your high—but Farleigh seemed to already be two seconds away from cunning again. You could feel it in the way his cock throbbed inside of you, and his balls tightened.

“Mommy, m’gonna cum, gonna cum inside of you. Gonna fill you, mommy.” He whimpered brainlessly as his hips slammed up into you as you slammed down onto him, the both of you forming a rhythmic pace. “Cmon, slut, fill me with your cum. Now.” You groaned out as you leaned down to capture his lips with yours.

He moaned into your mouth, tongues swirling together as his cum shot into you, leaking a little bit as you sat on his cock, making sure he got all of it in you. You sucked his lip into your mouth, releasing it with a little nibble and a cunning smile.

“Good boy, Farleigh. Mommy’s good boy.” You cooed at him. He lazily smiled up at you. “Good boy, m’a good boy..” he mumbled on. His eyes widened as you continued to fuck yourself onto him.

His cock was so, so sensitive. The way your walls squeezed around him, and your cervix kissing his aching tip each time he entered you was too much for him. Your pussy was milking him, and all he could sit there and do was take it. But seeing you bouncing up and down on top of him, tits bouncing with you, made it worth it.

To him, you looked utterly enchanting. The way you finally let your moans run lose, your hair coming undone from your ponytail. Your skin was sweaty and your face was red. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to hold your waist and rut himself into you, even thought his cock was overused.

But now, you were using him for your pleasure. “So fucking good f’me, Farleigh. Makin’ me feel so good.” You moaned out as you threw your head back. Your praise of him making you feel good circled around in his mind, and that was all he wanted. Your approval. Knowing he was the only one who got to make you feel like this. And knowing only person who could see you like this was him—had him cumming for a third time inside of you.

Each time you slammed down onto him, your clit was met with his cute happy trail, and that was enough to send you into overdrive as you squirted all over the boy under you. Your juices made a mess of him, but you didn’t care. You bounced up and down on him a few more times, riding out your orgasm.

As you slowly came down from your high, you admired the way Farleigh looked. Still so, so beautiful. The handsomest boy you’d ever seen. Even when he was a brat, he still took care of you and loved you dearly. Your darling boy.

“Let’s take a bath, hm?” You suggested as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. He nodded, and you untied the restraints. His hands immediately slithered around your waist, pulling you to lay down onto his chest. “Was I too rough, honey?” You asked as you peered up at him.

He shook his head. “No, you were perfect.” He whispered.

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cartmankisser · 1 year

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I GOT YOU FAM!

I'd love a Wally fluff alphabet, please! 🥰

omg ur amazing for linking it. creds for the prompts are linked in pink text of the request!! :)

if you haven’t seen, i ran a poll on my account for what type of personality wally should have and the option that won was, and i quote, “normal wally but… just a little messed up and obsessive.”

so i guess this is like?? mildly yandere wally? haha i’m not sure.. he slowly gets slightly more deranged as this goes on,,

using the small font because these always turn out really long 😭

Activities - “What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?”

— wally isn’t too picky when it comes to hanging out. he’d honestly be content just sitting in silence with you!

in such a small neighborhood, everything is just a few minutes away! it’s not uncommon for you two to take walks around the neighborhood, maybe stopping at howdys shop for snacks before spending the afternoon sitting in a flower-filled field with books and arts and crafts material.

maybe you two could teach each other little crafts you’ve learned over the years!! friendship bracelets, origami, crochet, whatever!!

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

— you’re just such a great friend to him! so caring and kind to him… he always feels calm whenever you’re around, just because of how loving you are!!

most of his uncertainties or insecurities just vanishes whenever he’s with you.. no one else ever could ever make him feel so special! it’s amazing!!!!

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

— wally has a hard time picking up on your feelings if you don’t straight up tell him that you’re upset. however, if you’re ever crying or upset, he’d try his best to comfort you!

his go-to comfort methods are usually things that make him happy or calm him down. something like singing a song that barnaby has sung to him before or drawing happy memories to distract you from whatever is making you upset!

he tends to explain to you that he would never make you feel as bad as you do right now. he’s the only one here to comfort you! no one else cares that you’re upset, but he does!! because he loves you!!! :)

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

— wally dreams of a calm, domestic future with you! he loves his neighborhood and home very dearly, and i don’t see him wanting to move anytime soon (he has no reason to!), but he really can’t wait for you to permanently move in with him! sure, he keeps you at his house for as long as you’re willing to stay, but you still leave him at the end of the day!!!!

home is one of his friends too, and he would never abandon a friend! so hopefully you can get used to living inside of a sentient house.. (no matter how much home scares you)

other than that though, i don’t see him wanting to change too much? you two are already so happy together, so why would anything need to change? all you really need is eachother anyways!!!!

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

— i think that he thinks you two are equal. i mean, he tries to listen to you, but sometimes you just need his help!!! he believes that a relationship should be built on respect and understanding! dont you respect him? :(

you really should just trust him and know that what he does for you is for the best. he’s not trying to scare or control you or anything!! he’s just trying to keep you safe and happy with him!!! that’s all!!!! :)))

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

— while he might be quick to forgive you, he doesn't easily forget the actions that led to the conflict. he prefers to work through disagreements for a compromise, that way you both can continue to be happy together!! albeit, he tends to be a bit patronizing and condescending when you two disagree on something,,,

he doesn’t get mad at you very often though. i can see him being awfully patient with you when it comes to misunderstandings and such. he knows you don’t mean to be rude about it!! you just need him to explain to you why he’s right!!!

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

— he’s very grateful for you!! he enjoys the admiration, love, and support you show him, and he makes sure to show his appreciation and love back through small gestures, like surprising you with treats or leaving little notes around your house when he visits! that way, you’re always thinking about how much he loves and appreciates you!

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

— wally values honesty in the relationship and doesn’t feel the need to keep secrets from you unless they would hurt you. and he knows you wouldn’t dare keep anything from him. not if you truly loved him, that is..

he doesn’t really understand secrets that much anyways.. everyone in the neighborhood is such good friends, why would they need to hide anything? (aka, wally unintentionally talks shit and causes drama /hj)

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

— you’ve definitely inspired him to try out new mediums and techniques in his art. i mean, he usually just paints and draws things he likes! and there’s nothing wrong with that, but recently he’s been trying new things!

with you around to help, he’s rarely hit any creative blocks. you’ve shown him how to connect his emotions to his paintings. and now he knows even more ways to make art that is more than just color on paper!!! truly amazing :)!!

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

— wally is quite possessive and can get jealous easily. he deals with it by keeping a close eye on you, and if he perceives any threat to his relationship, he will go to great lengths to eliminate that threat.

he would never destroy something that means a lot to you, but of course, he has to make sure he means the most to you!!! after everything he does for you, how could you not love him more than anything else!?! :)

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

— i love him a lot okay? but he is definitely not a good kisser. he’s never loved anyone like he’s loved you, so he’s just… inexperienced?

i feel like the first kiss would be awkward and tense, as he was nervous and unsure of how you would react to his feelings, but it was still very passionate and meaningful! sometimes you just take his breath away and leave him speechless, but actions speak more than words, right? @:))))

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

— he would confess his love in a very straightforward and direct manner. he would likely sit you down and tell you about how he couldn't imagine his life without you, and that hes willing to do anything to make you happy!!!

he was confident and direct with his confession because he was sure that he had you wrapped around his finger. before he confessed to you, he made sure to be open enough that you’d enjoy talking to him, but mysterious enough that you’d surely be thinking about him all day, wanting to hear more from him.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

— he does want to get married, and he would propose in a grand, romantic way!! he would likely plan an elaborate surprise, such as a candlelit dinner or a sweet picnic in a meadow, and then get down on one knee to ask you to marry him!! he would make sure the moment was so special that there was no chance that you could reject him!

the marriage itself would be pretty traditional, with wally insisting on taking care of all the arrangements and ensuring that everything was perfect for you.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

— i feel like he would call you things such as "my love" or "my darling," and he would use petnames often to remind you how much he adores you!

he has a habit of calling you a handful of different petnames, but always adding “my“ to the beginning of it. you’re his sweetheart!!!! his love!!!!! no one else’s!!!!!!

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

— when wally falls in love, he becomes completely devoted to you. his feelings are somewhat obvious to others, as he can become a bit possessive and jealous when others try to get too close to you, even though he tries to hide those feelings in front of others.

he expresses his love through attention and gifts, showering his significant other with affection and making sure they know how much they truly mean to him!!!!

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

— he’s pretty upfront about his relationship and is not afraid to show affection in public. he enjoys making others aware of you two and he takes pride in displaying his love for you!!!!

he’s not the type to like??? shove his tongue down your throat in public 😭 but i mean small things like holding your hand and keeping you close to him when you two are out together!!

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

— wally has a photographic memory, which makes him incredibly attentive to your wants and desires. he never forgets important dates or details, and always makes sure to surprise you with things that make you happy!!

he knows what size clothes you wear and what scent perfume you use. he always picks up your favorite snacks before you come over and he makes sure to use your favorite colors a lot when he makes paintings for you!!!

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

— i feel like he’d be pretty romantic!! and he loves to make grand gestures to make you feel special!! i like to think he’s somewhat creative in his approach and he enjoys surprising you with things you never expected.

he will go to great lengths to make you happy, even if it means doing something cliché like writing love letters or preparing a candlelit dinner. however, his possessiveness can sometimes lead to darker and more dangerous displays of love, such as stalking or isolating you from others.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their? Do they believe in them?

— wally sees himself as your personal cheerleader and will do anything to help you achieve your dreams. however, his version of support can be a little intense as sometimes he tends to control your choices to ensure your success. he believes in you so much that he'll go to extreme measures to make sure you reach your full potential.

i feel like he would also be sure to tell you that you two achieved the victory together and that you wouldn’t have gotten to where you are without him!! he doesn’t mean it in a rude way!!!!! he just wants you to thank him sometimes!!!!!

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

— i think that he wouldn’t mind trying out new things with you sometimes, but only if it's on his terms! he has a certain routine that he likes to follow, and deviation from it can trigger his possessive behavior a bit...

he's very particular about what he considers "spicing things up" and can tend to be a bit controlling when it comes to decision-making. he just wants to make sure you stay nice and safe!!! he makes sure to take good care of his belongings! :)

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

— he believes that he knows you better than anyone else, and as such, he can be highly empathetic when it suits him... however, he's also prone to getting lost in his own delusions and can struggle to see things from your perspective when he feels threatened.

mostly though, he tends to be more sympathetic and pitiful instead of empathetic whenever you’re upset.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

— the relationship is everything to him!!! and he's not afraid to make that known! he has a bad habit of seeing you as his property and will stop at nothing to keep you by his side. in his eyes, the relationship is worth more than anything else in his life, and he'll do whatever it takes to protect it!!! you truly mean everything him, and he’s not afraid to give everything else up for you!!!! :)

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

— wally loves to pamper you with expensive gifts and lavish attention. he believes that he deserves your love and affection in return for the gifts and he sees them as a way of showing you how much he cares!

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

— he is extremely affectionate and loves to shower you with cuddles and affection. however, sometimes it tends to turn into a bit of possessive behavior if he feels like someone else is encroaching on your time together.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

— whenever he’s missing you, i feel like he copes by somewhat obsessing over you... he'll stare over old photos and drawings, collecting small things you might’ve left at his house, overanalyzing them until he can almost feel your presence.

he also might engage in stalkerish behavior,,, staring at your house through his window.. maybe even walking to your place to peek through the windows if he thinks he can get away with it.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

— he’s willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, even if it might seem hurtful from your perspective... he tends to see himself as your companion and protector and will stop at nothing to keep you safe, even if it means resorting to things you might not like. his zeal can quickly turn dangerous if he feels that you’re in danger.

#wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #yandere wally darling #wally x you #wally darling x y/n #welcome home x you

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jelicoxoxo · 7 months

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“I dont know if I’ma see you again.”

Bachira Meguru x fem!reader

desc: Bachira was never really interested in flowers, his only experience with them being picking up colorful weeds in the grass to give to his mother as a kid. But ever since he developed a little crush on a florist on his way to and from school, he’s been learning about them more and more.

warnings: fem!reader, florist!reader, slight angst to fluff, mostly fluff tbh.

a/n: lawd i havent posted an actual fic in FOREVVEERRRR. But here y’all go LOL🫶🏽

Bachira never really enjoyed school. The waking up early in the morning, sitting at a desk cramming information into his head for hours, the what feels like endless amounts of homework. Not like he struggled to bad in school or anything, his grades where pretty average, for someone known to sleep in class and didn’t ever study that is. All he wanted to do was play soccer after school, get home to his mom, eat, sleep, and maybe play video games. he didn’t really care for anything else.

That is, until you came along.

All you did was give him a silly little sunflower when you saw him on his way home from school. You where both just hitting double digits at the time, he found it cute how you approached him, eyes full of uncertainty as you handed him the flower that was almost as big as your head.

You said something like “I’m working on my social anxiety” or something, he didn’t remember clearly, he was barely even listening, to stuck on why this girl approached him of all people. He didn’t have many friends, nor many people that wanted to be his friend anyway, so he found himself clinging to this act of kindness. He started taking that same route to and from school, ignoring any shortcuts he found just so he could see you again every day, accepting flowers from you and bringing them home to his mom.

His mother was ecstatic when she found out about you, finding it adorable how Meguru’s crush was so obvious before he even recognized what his own feelings where. He just guessed that he really wanted to be your friend, and that you must have wanted to be his as well. Why else would you have chosen him to gift a flower to? That was his mindset when he was younger at least.

Bachira learned that the flower shop behind you belonged to your family, and that it was going to belong to you someday. He started spending more and more time talking to you, to the point where your family knew him as well, greeting him when you weren’t there that day and informing him of your whereabouts(snitches).

It even got to the point where he brought you home to his mom—with your parent’s permission, promising to bring you back before sunset. His mom almost had a stroke when he walked through the door with you, not expecting visitors that day.

She adored you btw. Sent you home with a basket of fruits, cheese, and other snacks.

Even as teenagers, y’all where practically inseparable. As soon as your schedules where clear, you where right underneath each other. Wherever one went, the other was sure to be nearby. You didn’t know a thing about soccer until Meguru, and he didn’t know a thing about flowers until you. There where also a lot of stupid things you two did just fucking around and finding out, his personality rubbing off on you a lot.

But this all seemed to have come to an end when he started the blue lock program, losing contact with him for quite some time. You didn’t know when he’d be back, why he had to go, why he couldn’t at least text you back, so eventually you just gave up.

You couldn’t stand it, who knew him being gone would make such a drastic change in your daily routine. You had no “good morning!” texts to brighten your mood in the mornings, no random weird updates about his day(ex; “I just had explosive diarrhea”), no one to scream Megan Thee Stallion songs with, no one to listen to your endless rambling about meaningless things that meant a lot to you, so it meant a lot to him as well.

And most of all, who knew him being gone would create such a pit in your heart. You didn’t understand, who cares if he’s gone? It’s just a boy, so what if you didn’t talk again? But why did the thought only deepen that pit all the way to your stomach? You hated it, you hated every bit of it. You hated how he left with no goodbye, how he never texted you or picked up any of your calls, how even when you asked his mother about him she only knew so much, how he was gone so long, how you still cared. Why did you still care?

Because you loved that boy and you hated that. You hated how the thought of him still brought butterflies to your stomach, hated how you still remembered his habits, how you could still see the dried flower petals he kept in jars in his room from when you gave him a personalized bouquet every birthday.

You where so upset about him being gone, and yet you couldn’t even bring yourself to say “I hate him”, because you knew it just wouldn’t be true.

Especially when here that same boy stood, at your doorstep soaked head to toe from running in the rain. He was panting like a dog, eyes wide as he stared at you in silence. Neither of you knew what to say, to shocked to see each other again that all you could do was stare.

And despite all that hatred, you still where so glad to see him again. You where so glad to hear his apology and explanation, to have him in your room again, to have his heart again, to hear his confession that night, him practicing begging you to forgive him and be his one and only. He never meant to hurt you, and he realized in the time that he was gone that he just couldn’t be without you, collecting however many points it took to get a day out of blue lock to see you again.

And most of all, you where glad to have your Meguru back.

———

~ Jelicoxoxo

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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Drop In-Chapter 6 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: You like Peter, and Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say?

Word Count: 3.8k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying, Anxiety, Depression,

Some negative body image in this chapter and pretty early on. I’m really tapping into the insecure teen years with this story.

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A/N: Watch the breakdown

and by that, I mean that reader experiences another panic attack and has a realisation about their relationship with Peter.

I did a little “Oh? Oh.” moment hehehehee.

The store your dad had brought you to felt…abrasive. Generic pop played over the speakers, songs that sounded like they were composed only for tv ads. The cheesy tones crawled under your skin and made everything feel sharp.

You had calmed down significantly in the past two hours. You decided you wanted to go shopping anyway because if you didn’t you would just be at home curled up in your blankets while your brain continued to unravel. You could at least slow down the process if you were distracted.

You looked at the dresses hanging on the hook and ran your fingers over their skirts. You hadn’t been particularly excited about any of them but you figured that had more to do with the current state of your brain and not because you didn’t like them.

You slipped on the first one. It was a tea cut with lilac lacing that fell just above your knees. You opened the door and swallowed the sigh that was fighting to escape your lips. Your father wore a tight smile. You did a little twirl for him and he told you looked nice. The both of you were tiptoeing around the other, wielding fake smiles and courtly compliments to fight off the awkwardness of talking about it.

Your father listened to you list the pros and cons of the dress before you tried on a different one. It felt oddly heavy for being made mostly of cotton and chiffon. The fabric pools around your feet, the maxi cut a little long on you. Just the thought of wearing heels all night made you exhausted now. Your father agreed and put on another. The strapless taffeta felt rough against your skin and the skirt was entirely too poofy. You felt like a baby doll.

You took it off a bit more aggressively than necessary. It pooled around your ankles and suddenly it felt like too much work to even step out of it. You looked up instead, holding an intense game of “blink” with the man in the mirror. You didn’t feel like you were winning.

You took in your form: your silhouette, your face, your thighs, your arms. You closely observed every piece that made up you. You held a fictitious scalpel to your reflection, tearing through the flesh to take a deeper look. The closer you looked the more your stomach sank. You empathised with the frog your teacher instructed you to dissect in the eighth grade. You felt just as slimy and cold.

The swirling thoughts start to pick up speed once again. The turbulent winds throw various criticisms around but too quickly for you to pin one down. Why weren’t you enough? How could you be better? Had you changed or was it Peter? Maybe you just weren’t attractive. You looked over your body and photoshopped yourself, taking from here and adding there. Building yourself from scratch in your mind, feeling more and more nauseous as you went.

“Bugga? You okay in there?” Your father’s voice distracted you enough that the thoughts weren’t as present, as if you were viewing the storm through your peripherals instead of head-on.

“Yeah,” You stepped out of the dress on the floor, as if you throwing on the next one fast enough would create the illusion that you were just struggling with the next fabric and not falling into a miniature meltdown.

Your father sighed and you could practically feel his discomfort radiating off him from the other side of the changing room door. Your father is not the kind of man to sweep feelings under the rug; preferring them out in the open, exposed by open communication. He had given you your time to isolate and process but he needed an explanation for your breakdown. He needed to create a plan but he couldn’t if you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. You didn’t want to admit that you were still upset, but you knew that you would have to eventually.

Maybe you could delay the inevitable just a little longer. “I’m fine.”

You convinced no one with your comment, especially not your father. He spoke your name with a warning tone, but you didn’t respond. You weren’t allowed to lie about your feelings. It was one of the very few rules your father had.

You thought that maybe you had won, that he had dropped it, but then he tried again. “Can we talk about it yet?”

You didn’t know if you could. You felt embarrassed and crushed by your own self-awareness. You were feeling wildly insecure because you were a teenager but also because you let a person have that kind of power over you. Your father had raised you to get your validation from yourself, your own mind. He of course would provide you with some, but he always encouraged you to have your own strength. And you felt embarrassed knowing that you were now searching for this validation from Peter, throwing out your seventeen years of self.

You knew he just wanted to talk. Maybe you could give him something else, if not what you were truly feeling. “Depends…which part do you wanna talk about?”

Your father huffed and you knew he was trying his best not to get upset with you, you were pushing his patience.

“Well, naturally I wanna talk about all of it. I wanna know what happened that made your brain respond like that. I wanna know everything that happened between my text and finding you on the floor. I want to know what your thoughts were. I want to know if you’re okay.” The words spilt out of his mouth and you knew he had been waiting to say this since he found you.

He took a pause, “Are you okay?”

That was always most important to him, “I’m okay Pops.”

There was silence as you continued zipping up the next dress. “Is that all?”

You took a deep breath, opening the door and meeting his eyes for the first time since you began talking. “It’s all I have right now.”

School and work became very difficult tasks for you. It’s hard to give it your full attention when you’re also constantly worried about how you’re being perceived. You hated feeling like this, so you tried to swallow it down instead. That just made you nauseous.

Peter had told his friends that you guys were going to the dance together and they celebrated the news. It felt nice to hear people cheer over something you also wanted to cheer about.

Peter seemed more excited about the dance as it drew nearer and that got you really excited. He told you he had been practising his moves so he didn’t let you down on the dance floor. He asked if he could see the dress you picked but you told him you didn’t have a good picture of it. That was technically true, you didn’t have a picture in it that you liked.

Pete seemed jovial in the passing days and you loved seeing it. His smile was a driving force in your life at this point. A constant goal you were working towards. You were convinced you could survive off of it alone. Especially when he directed it at you.

You had to keep reminding yourself of your motto. You kept it on the forefront of your mind; wrapped it around your splintering heart. You were convinced last year that Peter liked you and your hopes were shattered. You can’t allow yourself to believe he likes you now. Even when he dramatically kissed you on the forehead at lunch today because you brought his favourite: a Dirty Italian Sub from New Haven, extra cheese, pickle, and sauce.

You had made an observation you wish that you hadn’t. One you wish you could dispose of and never dwell on again.

Peter is more affectionate around you when he’s relaxed.

When you smoke on his roof he has no issue holding your hand or laying in your space. When he’s excited he doesn’t hesitate to hug you tight, to wrap you in his arms. When he’s chilling at lunch he’s been known to throw his legs across your lap while he talks to you. In the car, he’ll throw his arm around your headrest and lean in to sing at you.

The heartbreaking part of this realisation: It’s only when you’re alone.

As soon as someone else enters the scene his walls are right back up. It doesn’t matter if it’s one of his friends (who seem to be encouraging this, whatever it is) or your father or his. As soon as someone else is added to the equation, Peter subtracts himself.

Like a magic trick, Peter enters the box and then disappears out the back, the audience none the wiser.

But you stand on stage with a plastered-on smile, feeling slightly betrayed every time.

You were existing in a space that almost always brought you to tears. Usually, you would need a distraction from school or work, but now those were the distractions you used against your mind. You would feel yourself start to tear up when you dwelled too long in your head and would force yourself to focus on the lecture.

Peter noticed you zoned out a little more but he didn’t think much of it. He would let you borrow his notes and you kept up with the readings so it’s not like you were clueless on the content matter. It worked in your favour, bringing home much more homework than before, as now you weren’t plagued by your running mind alone in your room.

You were second-guessing every interaction you had with him, though he didn't really give you reason to. He was nice and sweet. You got a new jacket and he complimented it. So you wore it more. You still had his hoodie but you never knew if you were still allowed to wear it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give it back. It sat at the back of your closet, taunting you day in and day out. You hated this back and forth, to and fro, constant limbo.

You sat in yearbook as everyone voted on who did the best “Hawaiian Day.” Most participants of spirit week were the jocks and preps. There were some you recognised and some you only recognised due to their regular attendance in the line-up. Some people went all out while others did a toned-down, subtle approach.

Gwen Stacy was of the first variety. Today she wore a huge Hawaiian shirt, a khaki-coloured skirt, a pink lei, and a giant straw hat. She even went heavy on the blush giving her a sunburnt look with a stripe of white paint on her nose to look like sunscreen. You had to hand it to her, she didn’t fuck around with this competition.

You were civil, not quite friends, through this experience. You would complement her look and she would walk you through how it came together. The most elaborate was her look for crazy hair day where she sculpted her hair into a “hare”. It was pretty clever.

Today she seemed more interested in what Peter thought of her outfit. You didn’t think anything of it until you noticed him blushing.

Oh?

She asked if he had any plans for the dance and he hesitated. He fucking hesitated.

Oh.

Great! That’s just kick-me-in-the-balls-and-spit-on-my-face awesome! Maybe he did give you reason to second guess. You looked over Gwen and you couldn’t slight him for his attraction. She was beautiful. Gorgeous even. Her hair looked shiny and healthy, the blonde locks falling perfectly on her shoulders. She was rather petite, small in all the best ways. Her bangs were perfectly trimmed, never out of place or awkward. Her nose was small but cute, it fits perfectly on her face. Peter seemed lost in her big, doe eyes.

Then there were her clothes. Normally she wasn’t dressed like this, but even in this ridiculous costume, she could steal anyone’s breath away. She looked so put together in her sweaters and skirts. She exuded “girl next door” charm. She was wildly intelligent, if you remembered correctly Peter was ranked just below her in academics. What were you compared to her?

You watched as she left the room, her ponytail bobbing behind her. She reached the door and turned back to glance at Peter who was still locked onto her. She gave him a small wave and bit her lip and Peter blushed as he waved back. You thought you might vomit.

Mr Carter’s words sounded distant and faint as the rest of the contestants filled out. You risked a glance at Peter as you sat down and wished you hadn’t. He was looking down at his desk, trying and failing to hide the smile on his face as he twirled his pen. He was absolutely smitten. And not by you.

You wondered if he had ever behaved like that after talking with you. He seemed nervous when he talked to you at first. Stumbling over his words and his feet. It made you feel special, that you could have that effect on him. But seeing him stare off into space and knowing you weren’t the one on his mind made you truly sick.

Your stomach was spinning and you were sure Peter’s was filled with butterflies. You fought back the tears threatening to spill but they had to go somewhere. They instead filled your lungs making it harder and harder to breathe. The room started to blur as you felt your anxiety rising. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No, not here. You had to get out.

You heard Mr Carter call your name and you looked up to see him ready to write something on the board, “Is that good with you?”

Everything felt fuzzy and you hoped no one could tell. “What?”

“Peter said you guys could cover the game because you guys would be going.” You turned your head and saw Peter looking at you with furrowed brows, confusion.

You shook your head trying to gain some clarity but it just made you dizzier, “Yeah, yeah that’s fine. I gotta go.”

You stood quickly and made your way for the door. Your tears started falling and you searched for a bathroom. Your feet felt too heavy and your chest felt too tight. You were dying. No. No, you weren’t. It just felt like that.

You leaned against the sink. Your hands shook even as you gripped the porcelain. You hated this. You had a shred of rationality, and it told you that this was a bit dramatic. The idea of Peter liking someone else shouldn’t send you spiralling. You guys were just friends. You may have had something going on before but you haven’t in almost ten months. You guys have been friends, just friends, for nearly a year. People change in a year. People’s interests change in a year. It was normal, fine. This was not the end of the world.

But all of this “sense” was downed out by your shattering heart. With every quickened pump it told you that he didn’t want you. It told you that you weren’t good enough. Pretty enough. Smart enough. It told you that he would never love you. Not the way you loved him.

Jesus Christ, did you love him? You thought about your interactions. About all that you had sacrificed to be appealing to him. To be there for him. Even your first interaction. It was because you bought a skateboard. So he would notice you, talk to you. Don’t meet your heroes, I guess.

You wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t. This was your fault. You willing sacrificed, willing gave. He never asked for you to do these things but you did. But also because you wanted to. You wanted to buy him twenty Hannukah presents. You wanted to drive him to and from school. You wanted to throw him a fun birthday “party”. You wanted to go to the dance with him. You wanted to. But you also wanted him to want to do those things with you.

Your relationship was off balance. Because you had convinced yourself that anything he gave you was a gift, a present. You scaled mountains just to see him happy. His smile was reward enough for your bloody knuckles. But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to climb the mountains, you wanted his smile, you wanted to fall apart. For him.

You turned on the water and ran it over your face. You had to get it together. You couldn’t go back to class with obvious tear tracks across your cheeks. Your breathing was doing nothing to settle. You looked in the mirror and that was terrible a decision as all your flaws seemed printed across your reflection.

You watched as you started crying. Your face contorted into a terrible monster. You leaned against the wall as your lungs continued to work against you. It hurt. Everything hurt. Your fingers shook as you brought them to your mouth, trying and failing to cover the sobs wracking through your body. Why? Why? Why were you like this? Why did your brain hate you?

“(Y/n)?”

His voice was muffled from behind the door. You held your breath, hoping he would leave. You closed your eyes tightly as you willed your body to still.

“Are you in here?”

The door opened and his voice echoed around the brick walls making you wince. You opened your eyes, keeping them low to the ground. His dirty, beat-up converse stepped in hesitantly.

“(Y/N/N)? I just wanted to make you were alright?”

You couldn’t help it. A sob escaped your throat. You watched as his steps stopped, turning to you and then picking up speed.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Peter slid down the wall next to you and you threw yourself in his arms. You wanted him close. He was giving you just a crumb of intimacy, of care, and you craved it. It was a desire embedded deep within our bones. You buried your head in his chest and your fingers dug into his jacket, clinging to him desperately.

You felt his chin rest on the crown of your head, his arms wrapped around you. His comfort was silly putty piecing your shattered heart back together. It wasn’t a true fix, it did more damage than good, but you would take it. You would settle for his soft reassurances. You would settle for his hands rubbing circles on your back. You would settle for the way he slowly pulled you towards his lap. You would settle for the only way you could feel his love.

“What’s wrong?” he spoke softly and you let his delicate words wash over you.

You sniffled, your tears and breathing finally calming. “ ‘s nothing.”

He gave you a tight squeeze and you felt a shift in your atoms. The molecules in your body were reorganising and settling. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

You thought carefully over your words. What response could you feed him that would get him satiated? You couldn’t tell him that you had just realised minutes before that you were in love with him. You couldn’t tell him about your insecurities. You couldn’t tell him about why he found you in the state you were in.

“I have anxiety.” Peter rubbing circles on your back encouraged you to continue.

“It’s been a lot lately.” Peter didn’t say anything for a while but eventually, he released a long sigh.

“I don't- I don’t fully understand. You get like…nervous?” You shook your head against his chest as you took a deep breath.

“No, it’s- You know when something scary happens and fight or flight kicks in?” He nodded.

“You get like this rush of adrenaline and your brain is telling you you’re in danger?” He nods again.

“It’s kinda like that. My brain is convinced I am always in danger. Everything is scary. And sometimes something small will happen and my brain warps it into this huge thing. And then it’s like I can’t breathe. And I just- panic.” Peter is still for a moment.

“So, it’s like…like you just kinda…shut down?” You continue to match your breathing to his heartbeat.

“Yeah, it’s called a panic attack. It almost feels like a heart attack. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe and I shake and…yeah…” Peter gives you another squeeze.

“What…made you panic?”

This was the question you were trying to avoid. You could tell him of course, but the idea that he was only there out of pity still wandered around your mind. You were also afraid that he would see it as the last straw. That he would disappear saying it was “too much.” You couldn’t tell Peter why you panicked because you would have to tell Peter that you were probably in love with him. And that seeing him talk to Gwen broke you.

“The test in AP Environmental Science we have coming up.” The lie flew from your tongue with ease.

“Well, I can help you study. Would that help?” You nodded your head and he pulled you closer.

“Okay we can do that, but for now let’s focus on how much fun we’re gonna have tomorrow. We can make fun of the football team that somehow still has funding after winning only three games our entire time in school here,” You chuckled and he continued.

“We can do the cheers with the cheerleaders. That’s always fun, fucking up the rhyme scheme and butchering the movements.” Peter felt your body slowly relax, the muscles gradually losing tension.

“And that’s just the pep rally. Then we get to go to the game, and we can get some kettle corn. We can dip after the Homecoming Court Ceremony because it’s not like we’re gonna win. Then we get to go to the dance, and dance…together…That sounds fun, right?” You meekly agreed and Peter pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood, extending his arms to help you up. He wiped at your face before resting his hands on your cheeks. “There, you look beautiful. Now let’s get out of here before we get caught, alone in the girl's bathroom.”

You chuckled and followed him out of the door. As you made your way down the hallway you felt a little better, a small smile resting on your face. Peter threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug where you wrapped your arms around his waist. He rested his cheek against your head as you continued walking back to class.

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U N P L A N N E D, the meeting vol. 2

Harry woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing around 6am. He reached for it quickly, pressed it to his ear as he squinted his eyes to adjust to the light that poked through his curtains.

His own house, which he decided was his second favorite place to wake up in Los Angeles now that he’d experienced rolling over to see Y/N with her eyelashes fluttering against a pillow. He was sure that would be burned into his memory for a long time to come.

Now though, a week after he kissed her in the kitchen and again in the living room and again in her bedroom, his heartbeat rose when he answered the phone.

“‘Lo?”

“Hi, sorry to wake you up–it’s Y/N.”

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine–how do you pick up so quickly, anyway?”

“You’re in my favorites,” he said, a hoarseness in his voice when he adjusted in bed. “Rings super loud even if my phone’s on do not disturb.”

Maybe that was a bold confession. Harry blamed the half-asleep state and tried to focus on the words she said.

“Listen, I accidentally told Glenne and Lexi and Heidi yesterday that it’s a girl.”

“Oh–okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

He cleared his throat. This didn’t exactly seem like something worthy of a 6am phone call, but the sound of her voice sent a warmth through Harry that erased any resentment. “No, I mean–I know we didn’t say when we were going to tell people, but, s’exciting. Were they excited?”

“Super,” he could hear the smile on her face, the comfort in her voice. “We looked at cute clothes.”

This woke him up. “You went clothes shopping without me?”

“No,” she laughed at his tone. “We just looked. But we can go together soon, if you want.”

He let his head fall back to the pillow. He wasn’t about to say it, but he would do anything she asked at this point. “Mmmm, I do want.”

“Okay, well, go back to sleep,” she said, voice quiet in the early morning hours.

“Okay,” he said. “You too.”

She hung up, Harry stared at the ceiling and made a mental note: wake up at Y/N’s more.

But week fifteen was quiet. Harry listened over and over to the songs that he’d already finished for the album, desperately trying to decide what was missing and what it needed. Y/N was busy at work and somehow, Harry had managed to convince her to have her mother down so their families could meet.

Mimosas and brunch at Harry’s? Glenne was thrilled and even Jeff had relented, okay, you’re right, it’s a good idea.

So now Gemma sat on the couch and his mother paced nervously near the foyer.

“I see their car!” Anne said, a bounce of excitement when she peered out the window. A cloudy summer day in Los Angeles, Gemma had complained all morning about how the weather here was supposed to be better than London.

“Don’t freak them out, mum--”

“Please don’t be weird” Harry laughed, his own anxiety crested when he came to stand beside her. Sure as shit: Y/N, Lexi, and Y/N’s mother stepped out of the car, Gemma came to stand behind Anne and even Glenne seemed intrigued from the kitchen.

Jeff, who already had a mimosa in hand, laughed at the excitement in the room, though Harry wondered if he was just putting on an act.

“Alright,” Harry turned to see his family, a hand on the doorknob before he tugged it open. “Act normal. Cool, natural, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Anne waved, a toothy grin when Harry finally let them in.

Y/N was nervous, either Harry had gotten better at reading her or the anxiety was written on her face clear as day. Probably both, he decided, when he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

She swatted him away quickly and Lexi laughed. Y/N’s mother smiled at Harry and offered a hand.

“So nice to finally meet you,” Harry greeted, a rumble of nerves in his stomach when he wondered: should I have hugged her?

“Thanks for having us,” Y/N’s mom replied, a serving dish in her hands. “I made these–they’re lemon!”

“I love a good lemon pastry!” he smiled at her, stepped aside and shot Y/N a wink when he revealed the crowd standing behind him. Anne and Gemma had taken a few steps back, almost like now they realized they actually did need to play it cool. Harry saw his mom’s eyes sweep Y/N’s figure, now obviously pregnant.

“Y/N,” he motioned to his family. “This is my mum, Anne, and my sister, Gemma.”

“Hi–nice to finally meet you in person,” she smiled nervously.

Anne’s arms opened instinctually, a smile on her face when she pulled Y/N closer. “Lovely to meet you, we’re so glad you could all come.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Y/N’s mom smiled behind her, Lexi took the pastries into the kitchen, the moms hugged when Y/N moved on to Harry’s sister.

Harry watched the exchange for a second, his sister opened her arms and Y/N joked about her nausea, it’s been easing up the last two weeks.

“I’m definitely having sympathy nausea,” Lexi laughed, stepping aside before Harry pointed around at the entire group and did a rundown of names. He brought them all towards the kitchen, Glenne pointed out all the food she’d made and Jeff pointed out the things she’d gotten catered.

A breakfast casserole, mini quiches, small bacon finger sandwiches. Harry slid the pastries right next to the sliced banana bread that Glenne promised she made from scratch.

“Most importantly,” Lexi picked up a bottle of champagne that Harry had opened before their arrival. He reached for orange juice in the fridge, turned around and passed it to Glenne who was waiting with an eager smile.

When she poured a drink for Y/N’s mother, Harry could sense the tension had broken a bit. Maybe it was the way Y/N’s shoulders appeared to relax, or maybe it was simply that a glass of champagne with a splash of juice was a peace offering like no other.

He looked over at her, the corner of his mouth pulled up without thought and hers did too. He was only tugged out of the moment when he heard his mother’s voice.

“Wait–he’s not drinking?” Anne asked, happily accepting a glass passed down the line from Glenne.

“You say that like it’ll be impossible,” Harry shot her a look. Did she really have that little faith in her son?

“S’a big undertaking, no?” She let her eyebrows rise, shot a smile in his direction before looking to Y/N. “A bit harder for you, right?”

She let out a dramatic sigh, “I’ve never wanted a mimosa so bad.”

“We have mom-osas,” Glenne said with a playful grin, jiggling the container of juice around as if Y/N would fall for it.

“That sounds mediocre at best,” Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling a laugh from all of them--even Jeff.

Glenne was more than happy to accept the compliments about her cooking, gushing on and on about how helpful Jeff had been to make sure she could bring everything here and still keep it warm.

Harry wasn’t shy about reminding her that he’d been just as instrumental to their brunch debut: he had the oven preheated and serving platters ready. He supplied the champagne and paid for extra catering.

Gemma was quick to nudge him: get over yourself!

He sat next to Y/N at the dining table and let the encouragement from his family pull the excitement out of him: we’ve got another doctor’s appointment next week, we’ve got to start doing some shopping for clothes. We can’t wait to meet her.

The morning went well enough, funny stories were exchanged and there was already a lot of talk about baby showers and birth plans and Harry wished for a moment that he could have a second alone with her.

He’d been reeling since he spent the night at her place--what did it mean, why did he like it so much? Was she just as confused or was she annoyed that they’d now crossed whatever invisible boundary had been drawn in the sand from the moment she showed up at his front door with the paperwork from Dr. Weston?

But now wasn’t the time or place to address it, so Harry ate a lemon pastry and told Y/N he’d call her that night, a farewell hug at the door. This time, Y/N didn’t swat him away when he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Four pairs of eyes on him when the door latched shut and he turned around.

“...Yes?”

Gemma looked to Anne, Anne looked to Glenne, Glenne looked to Jeff.

“I think it was very successful,” Anne broke the silence first, a smile when Gemma nodded.

“Most importantly she seems like she can put you in place if need be,” his sister teased. “And we all know the need will be.”

“She can definitely handle him,” Glenne agreed, heading back towards the kitchen to clean up.

Anne disappeared upstairs to use the bathroom and change out of her Sunday best, Gemma rounded the island and sat at a stool. “What’s your take on all of this, Glenne?”

Harry let out a sigh--one he didn’t bother to hide from his sister and two close friends.

“I’ll ignore that,” Gemma shot him a glance.

Glenne wiped the counter down with a sponge when she nodded confidently. “She’s a good human. Good job, good values--can be a tad bit anxious but--nothing too neurotic.”

Harry smiled at the way Glenne spoke about her, a warmth in his chest when he found a seat beside his sister.

“And you’re being nice to her?” Gemma narrowed her eyes.

“Nice to her? ‘Course I am--”

“You’re taking responsibility, figuring out how things will work?”

“What do you mean how things will work?”

Jeff laughed at that, a shake of his head as if all of these meetings were a waste of time.

“Custody, fiances, living arrangements,” Gemma shrugged her shoulders, Harry could always count on his older sister to be practical.

“We’re figuring that out,” Jeff answered for him.

“What he said,” Harry pointed a finger across the kitchen.

“Speaking of figuring things out,” Jeff’s eyebrows were raised now, he took a dish from Glenne and found a spot in Harry’s fridge. Once he turned around, he put his hands on the granite counter and took a deep breath.

“Have you slept with her?”

“Well…yeah,” Harry made a funny face, Glenne and Gemma both let out a snort of a laugh when Jeff rolled his eyes.

“I mean recently--post pregnancy?”

“No,” Harry said, eyes looking over to Glenne. What did she know? Was she in on the secret?

Her eyebrows lifted and she broke eye-contact, okay, Harry thought. That’s a yes. Gemma caught it too.

“Why do you look guilty?” Gemma’s eyes went wide in excitement.

“Yeah, Glenne,” he watched her with a threatening glare. “Why do you look guilty?”

Glenne rolled her eyes at Harry. “Don’t do this to me.”

“What do you mean?” Jeff was suspicious now, less excited than Gemma but just as confused and eager to know more.

“This isn’t fair,” Glenne looked between the three of them. No way was she about to rat out her friend and possibly create more drama than there already had been.

“Glenne…” Jeff eyed his girlfriend and hoped to God that she’d spill it. Getting information from Harry thus far had been like pulling teeth, Jeff decided, so if his girlfriend post-mimosa was the way he was going to get the actual truth, he’d take it.

“Harry…” Glenne tossed the metaphorical hot potato back to him.

Gemma was amused by all of it, another sip from another mimosa and a smile when she waited for her brother to crack.

“We have not slept together.”

“But?” Gemma pressed.

“But,” Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if I would call it a totally platonic relationship at this point.”

“Oh Jesus, Harry--” Jeff couldn’t keep the anxiety in. A sigh escaped his lips and Harry’s brow furrowed low on his forward.

“Oh Jesus, Harry, what? You really hate the idea of us together that much?”

“That’s not what he means,” Glenne tried to break the tension. “Right Jeff?”

Harry watched his friend expectantly. “Well what does he mean, then?”

“I’ve said it a thousand times, I just want you to be careful.”

“Harry--careful? With his heart?” Gemma fought the smile on her face, “the boy who made a cake for his year four crush and spelled out her name on top with little candies?”

Glenne thought this was cute, a clicking of her tongue when she pictured it that pulled an eye roll from Jeff.

“I’m not trying to be a dick. I like her--Y/N’s great--which is even more the reason why I don’t want you to fuck it up. Things could get messy and--”

“I don’t know why you’re saying all of this as if it’s news to me,” Harry shot him a look. Did Jeff really think he was that stupid?

No, he didn’t. Jeff didn’t think Harry was stupuid at all. But Jeff knew his friend well enough to know that he’d develop feelings for Y/N and things would be blissful until the going got rough. And Jeff, despite not being a father yet, knew that it would.

“We care about you guys,” Glenne held up her hands in an attempt to slow the conversation. “We just want what’s best for both of you and the baby--okay? Let’s all remember there’s a baby involved in this.”

“Hard to forget,” Harry said with a quick sigh.

Harry tried to act cool when he walked into Lexi’s birthday party, like his eyes didn’t scan the room immediately for her or like he hadn’t been sitting around checking his phone every half hour to see if she’d finally called.

It’d been a whole week since their mums met, a whole week of Harry replaying the day and wondering what it would be like one day when one of them had a baby strapped to their chest.

They’d texted a bit--the usual, how’s your day? How’s your week? What have you been up to?

He knew she was busy at work with the impending departure of her boss, figured that maybe this was her pattern: get close, pull away. He wondered if they’d be doing that dance for the next 18 years.

So Harry greeted Lexi with a kiss on both cheeks before he found a seat beside Y/N, a single kiss to her cheek and a hand on her thigh beneath the table that she didn’t shrink away from.

“How’re you? How’re you feeling?”

“Fine,” she said, a small smile in his direction before the waiter appeared behind them.

“Water’s fine,” Harry said. “M’all set.”

She smiled a little, rolled her eyes as if Harry was being dramatic or something. “Go ahead.”

“No,” he turned back to her, brows furrowed together. “If you’re not I’m not.”

“I can’t,” she corrected, “there’s a difference. Water with lemon, please.”

The waiter disappeared and Jeff called Harry’s name--they laughed about an email miscommunication from the other week and when he turned back to see Y/N, Harry could tell something was up. “S’everything okay?”

“What? Yeah, what do you mean?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, rested an elbow on the table and let his mouth get close to her ear to talk over the noise of the restaurant. “Haven’t seen you in a bit, not since our mums met.”

“I’ve been busy,” she said casually. “Levi’s last day is this week, so there’s a lot happening.”

“Alright,” he relented, unsure how far to push it. See, that was the thing. Harry didn’t know Y/N that well--he didn’t know her well enough to sit there and take the stand that something was off and demand any type of answer. He threw in a final observation: “You just seem distant.”

She didn’t reply, patted his thigh under the table and thanked the waiter for their drinks once they were delivered. She yelled across the table to Glenne with a smile on her face and sang happy birthday when they brought Lexi a slice of cake.

When they all made their way out to the parking lot, the night is just getting started, Lexi reminded, Harry walked beside Glenne towards his car.

“I’m gonna head home, I think,” Y/N said from behind him, her pace slowing after she said something to Jeff.

Glenne pouted when she turned around to see her friend. “Aw, what? Why?”

“I don’t feel well,” Y/N admitted, a lurch in Harry’s stomach at her words. “Just a headache, so, I don’t want to be a party pooper.”

“Do you need a ride?” he asked, his hands in his pockets when he scanned her face.

“No–I came with Lexi but I’ll just uber.”

“I can drive you,” he shrugged. “S’not a big deal.”

“Yeah, sweetie, let him take you,” Glenne nodded, folding her arms when she pouted again. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well.”

“It’s fine,” she brushed it off. “I think it was just the noise of the restaurant.”

Jeff nodded, kept quiet when Harry pulled out his own keys and nodded towards the Tesla Y/N had become quite familiar with.

“M’over there,” he said when he looked over to Jeff and Glenne. Any protests? No--Harry looked to Y/N.

“Okay, well,” she said. “I’ll talk to you both later.”

She gave them each a hug, fell into step beside Harry when Glenne called over her shoulder. “Let me know when you’re home!”

The parking lot was wet, asphalt still damp from a passing shower earlier in the night. When Y/N climbed into the passenger seat of Harry’s car, he turned to see her. “How bad is your headache?”

“I’ve had worse, but I’ll probably just go to sleep when I get home.”

He watched her again, pushed his lips out in thought but then started the car. “Why don’t you come to mine?”

“It’s late,” she said, a tiny shrug when he glanced over and smiled at her. Did he need to be more direct?

“I know–I mean, you can stay over if you want.”

Silence, he put the car in the reverse and turned left out of the lot.

“I have extra rooms,” he added.

“I’m alright, I can just go home.”

He looked at her quickly, a sideways glance out of guilt. He wasn’t trying to pressure her, didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and he certainly didn’t expect anything. But at this point Harry felt like it was almost pointless to pretend he didn’t like her, didn’t want to know what it was like to hear her whisper in his dark bedroom. He was also nervous that at any second something could go wrong and Harry just knew that Y/N was downplaying whatever physical ailment had washed over her during dinner.

“I know you can go home. I just–I don’t know. I’m not trying to be paranoid but if you’re not feeling well I’d rather have you be somewhere where I can–y’know–take care of you.”

She glanced over at him quickly. “Okay,” she said, leaning back in the seat and closing her eyes. “Fine.”

“Well I don’t want to force you,” he said, his voice smaller now, almost embarrassed.

“You’re not,” she sighed, “I’m just trying to not puke in your Tesla.”

He laughed, “say the word and I’ll pull over.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, she cracked a smile at his joke and that gave Harry the confidence to lead her upstairs and into his bedroom, you can have a change of clothes and then we can watch a movie or something.

She stood in the center of the room when Harry disappeared into his closet. He knew the pair he’d give her: the gray ones with the knotted drawstring that he’d had for almost five years. Worn in and comfortable, the ones he always put on when he didn’t feel well.

“Here,” he said, coming back out with the sweatpants in hand. “These might be big on you, but, they’re my favorite pair–” he looked up, saw her eyes welling with water and felt his stomach drop. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, laughed a little like she was being silly or stupid. “Nothing.”

“Y/N, what’s up?” He stepped closer to her now, dropped the pants on his bed and brought his hands to her shoulders. “You’re freaking me out.”

She rolled her eyes and used her thumbs to wipe away the moisture. “I’m just sad.”

“Sad?”

“Sad,” she nodded, a big sigh like the emotion had been trailing behind her all night.

“Why are you sad?”

“I’m tired and scared and confused.”

Harry watched her for a second, the words hung heavy in the room when he contemplated the right response. Comfort her? Hug her? Words of affirmation or reassurance? He didn’t really know what the right thing to do was--so he settled for what felt most authentic.

“I know,” he said, pulling her into him. “Me too.”

She stayed like that for a second, breathing against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. After a second she pulled away, looked up at him and wiped the water from the corners of her eyes again. Harry felt the urge to kiss her, tell her he’d been thinking a lot about painting the room down the hall a light shade of pink.

Those weren’t the only dreams Harry had been having--which is why he was so caught off guard when she stepped forward and kissed him, their bodies melted together instinctually and, for a second, Harry was sure this was another daydream he’d conjured up while sitting in traffic on the 405.

He guided her over to the bed, a smile on his face when she let him tug her dress over her head. But the anxiety echoed and it sounded a lot like Jeff--not exactly the sound Harry wanted playing in his head when he was potentially about to get it on.

Was this wrong? Was this messy? Was this a mistake?

Maybe, he decided, but it didn’t stop him from moaning into her both when she wrapped her hand around his length. She was hesitant a little too, nervous like last time but somehow more familiar with his body and the way she left a trail of goosebumps on his skin.

When his fingers slipped between her legs she smiled into him, her back arching up to meet him. A laugh escaped her lips when she felt him grind up against her. He pulled back, looked down at her and smiled. “Do you want to?”

She nodded, the most unraveled and beautiful Harry had ever seen her. “Please,” she said through breathy pants when he teased at her entrance, “please, just do it.”

“Alright, Nike, relax,” he joked, another kiss when he leaned down to hover over her, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes. He pressed into her slightly and let out a low hum. “You feel so good,” he said, settling into a rhythm.

“And we don’t have to worry about a condom,” she wiggled your eyebrows at him, gaining a throaty laugh.

But then he froze, his eyes went a bit wide and his lips parted. “Is it–uh–are we allowed to do this?”

“What do you mean?” She asked, hips involuntarily rocking into him. Her eyes were closed, focused on the way their bodies felt together.

“We’re not going to like, hurt her, right?”

“No!” She said, her voice high and squeaky when she stifled a laugh.

“Well I don’t know,” Harry laughed, almost embarrassed once he started moving against Y/N’s center again. “I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman before,” he tried to justify his concern.

“Good to know,” she nodded a bit sarcastically, tugged on his arms to bring him back down to her.

It went like that for a while, a playful air to a moment Harry was sure would be locked in his brain for the rest of eternity. He loved the way she said his name, breathless and desperate when she found the release of orgasm. He picked up the pace and finished shortly after, flopped onto the mattress beside her when she giggled.

“What?”

“You called me Nike.”

“That was a good one,” he smirked. “M’quite clever.”

They both stared up at the fan on the ceiling, it circled and circled and Harry felt a little silly for being as nervous as he was. He’d done this countless times--but never before with the acquaintance turned friend turned maybe something more that was pregnant with his child.

“I don’t really remember the first time, but, I think that was better.”

“Me too,” he laughed. “And we know that we didn’t get you pregnant this time.”

She giggled and rolled over to see him, close enough for Harry to see the freckles on her nose when she thought aloud: “maybe we shouldn’t have done that.”

“We could probably say that about a lot of stuff right now.”

She nodded, let out a sigh and reached over, tracing her finger over the black ink on his chest. He watched her for a moment, noticed the way her lips curved up when she stole a glance at him.

“Were you avoiding me before tonight?”

Silence, a playful look of guilt on her face when her eyebrows arched. “Maybe.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t know what we’re doing.”

He smiled a bit. “Neither do I, trust me.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up.”

He nodded, was about to say that they wouldn’t--that they’d figure it out and everything would be fine, but something on the floor vibrated beneath her dress that now lay crumpled on the floor. She reached over and grabbed for it, slid a thumb across the screen. “S’Glenne,--hey, sorry I didn’t call, I’m home.”

Harry’s brows went north at her lie, she gave him the finger and mouthed be quiet.

He watched as she nodded along, told Glenne she was feeling a little better already. Her expression changed after a second, though, frustration or anxiety or something crossed her face and Harry felt his forehead wrinkle with curiosity.

“We just had coffee, Glenney, we were just talking about some logistics.”

Coffee? With who?

“No, sweetie, everything’s fine.”

Was Harry supposed to pretend he wasn’t listening? He was naked atop his own bed, letting his eyes trail around the room when he let out a whistle.

“Alright,” Y/N said, stifling a laugh. “Well I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay? Tell Lexi I say happy birthday again!”

They said goodbye and she hung up, a bit of a bashful smile on her face when Harry let out a laugh and sat up.

“She sounds trashed.”

“She’s getting there,” she said.

“What was she asking about?”

She blew air between her lips, reached for the t-shirt he’d brought out for her and tugged it over her head. “I had coffee with Jeff the other day.”

Harry nodded slowly. “Why?”

“Just to talk,” she paused. “Glenne said there’s a photo, like, a paparazzi photo.”

“Fuck.” Jeff must have been annoyed.

“Yeah, but it’s fine.”

A text dinged on her phone, she inspected the screen and then flipped it around to show Harry the photo in question.

There was no way Y/N hadn’t known this was coming--and, Harry realized, there was no way this was her first time in a pap pic. She was friends with Lexi and frequented cast parties. She’d been to parties before with Jeff and Harry and their other friends who drew attention like that.

“What’d you–uh–what’d you talk about?”

“Just logistics,” she gave him the same answer she’d given Glenne. Harry felt his lips curl up at the sides, bullshit. She brought her eyes up to his, a quick realization that while Glenne had been buzzed enough to buy it, Harry wasn’t.

“Yeah?” He challenged, “what kind?”

She looked around the room, let her shoulders rise and fall with her breath. “Just–”

“Not letting things get messy?”

She was quiet for a minute, eyes on the hardwood floor until she chanced a look in his direction again.

“He’s giving you the same lectures?” He smirked, wiggled his eyebrows and then let himself flop back on the duvet, another laugh escaped his lips and floated up to the ceiling.

She stood with her hands on his hips, bit back the smile that mirrored his. “Guess they have a point.”

He nodded slowly, like he was thinking about it. Like he was ready to make his case or justify his own beliefs. Instead, he looked over at her. “Do you want a cup of tea?”

So she followed him downstairs and sat at the island, the same place where Glenne had poured mimosas for their mothers and Gemma put him on trial. Neither of them mentioned the sex or the sweatpants and neither of them dared to ask what any of it meant.

Harry flipped off the burner when the kettle came to a boil, poured its contents into a mug when the teabag rose up to the surface. “Have you thought at all about, uh, moving in?”

He pushed the cup across the granite, got honey from the cabinet overhead and refused couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

“Sort of.”

Okay, so she wasn't going to give in that easily. Harry cleared his throat, came around the island with his own mug and sat beside her. “The photo made me think about it, s’all. S’probably more private here.”

“Yeah.” She took a sip and was quiet for a second. “I don’t want to be in the way, you know? I think that might make things messier than…they already are.”

He waited, moved his head side to side in thought. Maybe it was selfish, his desire to have her close or be under the same roof. He didn’t want her to do anything that made her uncomfortable, and he certainly wasn’t trying to twist her arm.

In Harry’s eyes, having her here made sense. If they were going to do this together, it’d be easier for her to sleep in a room down the hall than across town. It didn’t have to be now, and it didn’t have to be forever.

“Yeah–no, I just, think it’d be nice, you know. We can get ready more that way and once she’s here it’ll be easier. There’s enough room if your mum wants to come or if my mum wants to, y’know, to help out or something.”

“S’a good point,” she said, a small nod when he brought his eyes up to look at her.

“Yeah?”

A shrug of her shoulders, a playful smile before she rolled her eyes. “Yeah.”

“So–do you want to?”

“We can try it.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Try it.”

But Harry knew that this was a slippery slope. He knew that sharing a kitchen and an address was a big step, one that came extremely fast for two people who had just chosen to sleep together for the first time without the aid of whatever cocktails they’d nursed that fateful night. He knew that his heart pounded every time she walked in the room, he felt his stomach flip when she called.

But he didn’t know where this was headed or how to figure that out. So instead of getting nervous, he decided he’d get excited. There was plenty to do to prepare for a new chapter that neither of them had expected. And Harry knew that if he couldn’t control something, he had to make peace with it. Which is why he stared at the ceiling that night wishing sleep would come, a terrifying and thrilling thought circling his brain like the fan that spun overhead.

Harry was falling. Hard.

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AN: WOW. I mean, we already knew Harry was falling hard, but at least now he knows it too. Sorry I've been a little MIA pals, some exciting personal news coming soon!

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — CHP 02, PART3

previous part

contents: light cursing, your first name is KIWO—Y/N is a placeholder for your middle name or last, its your choice, gn!reader (so they/them prns)

CHILDES POV

“My god, Furi. Is it this one?” I say through the call, picking up a random book with an identical title.

Anyone who knows me can already tell I don’t have the patience for this kind of thing. The smell of bookshops are nice—but actually spending hours in this place makes me a bit annoyed.

I mean, you should atleast have a way to get the book you want immediately, right?

“No, no no. This can’t do… Quick, check the fiction area! There still might be a copy in the stands.” Furina panics, I can already imagine her pacing around the hotel room.

“Fine, but this is the last one. If we still can’t find it then i’m sorry—we’ll go tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright, deal. But if its out of stock i’m blaming you.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. I head over to the fiction section, phone still in hand.

“This one?” I flip the camera so she can see it, her voice immediately lights up.

“That! Exactly that one. Get it, I order you!” She squeals.

“Yeah, yeah I already am… Stop screaming, everyone can hear you!”

“Uh—excuse me please.” A voice says, right beside me.

“Oh, yeah sure. Sorry.” I back off immediately, going to the corner of the shelf.

Their hair is covering their face, purposely hiding their identity in a way. I don’t mean to be rude anyway. They steal glances from time to time, as if trying to make sure of something.

I realize that maybe what im wearing might be strange. All denim, ripped cloth, it’s not really their fashion here in Fontaine. Either way, its not that big of a deal. I get stares all the time.

“Thank you,” they whisper and I start to turn the other way. They reach for the fiction isle I was just in. “Have you seen any books on this table by any chance?”

They look at me. For a long time.

It makes me a little nervous.

“Um, yeah. You mean this right?” I show the book in-hand. Furina says something about not giving it away, but I dont listen and hang up the call immediately.

“Yeah. That one.” They say, looking back at the table and realizing there are no other copies left.

“Is this like a popular book or something? Everyone seems to be getting it.” I scan the book for any details why—I mean the cover isnt anything interesting at all. Just a fancy white and gold mask with feathers.

A chill R&B song plays in the shop’s speakers, filling the atmosphere with something playful.

“I mean a newspaper just recently covered it. This is just the collectors edition, so anyone who really liked the book or likes to collect would buy this.” They point at the book. “The unique thing about is that there are only a total of 500 prints. It makes that really rare.”

“So you must really want this, then?”

They nod once more.

“One of my favorite books of all time.”

“I see… Well you know my friend, Furi, she really wants this book and I—I didn’t know you needed this too.” I try to explain, “I mean im just assuming you want to buy it?”

“No, its okay. She can have it, I don’t mind.” They wave their arms, no.

Oh.

“Are you sure? Like, really?” I stutter.

I could just give it to them, I mean Furina wouldn’t mind—we’ll find another copy elsewhere.

“I swear, it’s really okay.”

“Im just, gonna go pay for this then. See you around…” I wait for them to say their name.

“Oh—well my name is Kiwo, or Y/N. I don’t mind which one you use.”

“Okay. See you then, Kiwo.”

I thought about saying my name, but that might just cause a problem for my managers.

So we settle for Kiwo instead.

What a pretty name though, Y/N.

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chailoserr · 1 year

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Your Bleach headcanons are just *chef's kiss*. Could you do some for Ichigo, Grimmjow, and Riruka?

of course:)

BLEACH HEADCANONS PT 2

warnings: apart from a couple of the usual sex jokes, none

ICHIGO

• his most played song one year was definitely freek-a-leek

• something about that is just so funny to me

• he probably has movie nights with his sisters on occasion

• they’d probably watch some really cheesy and poorly made killer animal movies like “house shark”

• i feel like he’s a smoothie guy, loves a good smoothie

• probably stays up late with the gang and they have those long ass late night talks about random stuff as they look at the stars like the main characters they are

• i feel like aliens in the attic would be his fav movie

• will go the extra mile just to NOT fight with kenpachi again

• and i mean the extra mile, as far as dressing up as an elderly woman to faking his death, anything to keep kenpachi from trying to beat his ass

• probably collects CDs, he’d have a whole rack full of them and whenever the gang stays over they play them

• i feel like he’d practice fighting with renji and uryuu while orihime, chad, and rukia play referees

• no actual relevant fighting would be done, it’d just be ichigo tackling uryuu and renji into the mat while rukia and orihime blew their referee whistles repeatedly

• i think he’d be the group’s designated driver

• has probably done those little fake stick on tattoos with his sisters

• keeps every gift that his friends give him bc he’s a sweetheart like that

GRIMMJOW

• or as i like to call him, “grilled justin”

• this guy’s gonna get two different sets of headcanons bc i was a bit too aggressive with this first bit

•this man eats eggs r a w

• he’ll use the same tissue he used to wipe his nose until it’s DISINTEGRATED

• man puts celery, protein powder, raw eggs, and MILK in his smoothies

• he likes to fart and blame other people in the room

• he probably pees wherever in las noches bc he’s “marking his territory”

• “this stream of piss from here to HERE is my domain!”

• he doesn’t know that women have pussies

• man thinks they all got dicks like him

• he probably has an alarm that goes off every five minutes for an hour and every time it goes off he goes “RISE AND GRIND🔥💪💯”

• his workout routine is just him listening to evanescence while brooding and beating the fuck out of anything in his path

• he punches walls and tables, the place goes through so much damage

• “scissor porn! i demand new walls to punch!”

• poor shiver-me-pickles probably has to replace all the aforementioned walls and tables himself since he’s smart and i don’t think they have a home depot in hueco mundo

• scissor porn and shiver-me-pickles was a reference to mr fancy ocho espada, the pink hostess snoball looking ass (non derogatory)

• i do not know how to say nor spell his name and i’m too lazy to even google it, tis better this way anyways

• but overall, muscle smurf is a menace

GRIMMJOW, TAKE TWO

• grimble joe is back

• i’ve only seen so much of bleach so idk that much about the guy other than he’s really into fighting people and being as neon blue as possible

• i’m sure he’s got a personality deep down under all of those muscles that people love so much

• he probably would have a rise and grind mindset tbh

• he’d wake up and be like “oh yay another day to prove my worth and muscles to my boss!”

• he’s probably insecure tbh

• just a l i t t l e maybe

• he’s a little ball of energy

• he’d just run around las noches like an overactive puppy

• so yea, sorry i don’t know too much about old gimble juice, maybe once i’ve watched more of him in the show i’ll redo his hcs

RIRUKA

• i’ve never seen this woman before until i googled her but that sure as hell isn’t gonna stop me from at least t r y i n g to make hcs for her

• based off of her looks i think she’s a strawberry shortcake stan

• and we love strawberry shortcake in this house

• she seems fashionable so i assume she’d love to go out shopping and such

• looks like she enjoys toast

• i think she’d love monster high

• idk why but i’m getting horror movie fan energy

• probably got really invested into rainbow looms at one point

• probably likes platform heels

• sorry again if these aren’t too accurate, once i’ve seen her in the show i’ll have to redo her hcs too!

#bleach anime #bleach manga #bleach #bleach headcanons #bleach ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #riruka dokugamine #bleach riruka #anime headcanons #bleach espada

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theshippirate22 · 8 months

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For the Good Omens/ Taylor Swift Game

for @3910m!!!! You’re not annoying at all my dear!! Also I totally thought i posted this last night and then found it in my drafts this morning so very sorry about that but here it is ;)

Look What You Made Me Do

Oh my god okay. So I’ve re-listened to it about 9 or 20 times and try as I might, this is an angsty song. So this is gonna be an angsty analysis. Little explanation of my thoughts here- so half the song is written about Crowley right after The Fall- right after Heaven forsake him and cursed him and sauntered vaguely downward- and the other half is written after Aziraphale- after the rejection? and the pseudo breakup and all the things. Let me show you what I mean

This part is about Heaven- They wanted him to be a mindless, questionless, obedient angel- a fool- and he wasn’t into that

But this! This isn’t about heaven! Who is “incapable of doing anything wrong” so therefore would have a “perfect crime?” Who has a main character trait of being a liar- and awkward about it at that? Who literally handed Crowley a gun and told him to shoot it at him?

I’ll tell you who.

Yep.

You catch my drift? So Look What You Made Me Do is post-ep6 Crowley- who isn’t the sad boi i love but the insane, hot-tempered demon we know.

This starts as soon as he puts his glasses back on in the shop. He’s already hardening, putting his walls back up.

Oh wait! so back to Heaven for a second. The keys literally did belong to him. Now the second part is a little more ambiguous- Remember how he offered to let Aziraphale sleep at his place at the end of season 1? Now I know you’re thinking- WAIT! Aziraphale didn’t kick him out or anything and you’d be right there. BUT he is very much homeless in season 2 specifically because he was working with Aziraphale sooo idk food for thought

so there’s a really brief moment right after this part where Crowley looks around and sees Nina serving customers and Maggie facedown sleeping on the counter because alas! life goes on. But what about Crowley? He’s literally got nothing now. He has no job, no house, no friends. Like there’s nothing. So the idea that he gets so obsessed with his revenge/karma would definitely fit here. Plus, the thought that he thinks Aziraphale rejecting him is his bad karma is an insane thing to think about and maybe we should cry

In the exact first scene we see Crowley on Earth (I’m excluding the Garden just because it’s not really him yet) Hastur and Ligur are waiting for him in the cemetery and Hastur explicitly says he doesn’t trust Crowley. Plus it’s been widely accepted that Crowley puts his glasses on when he doesn’t trust someone, and he put them back on while talking with Aziraphale- the only person he didn’t have them on around- so he doesn’t trust anybody either

IM SORRY THE OLD CROWLEY CANT COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW

WHY????

CAUSE HES DEAD!

Idk i just love that for him so much

Anyway! Thank you so much for asking!

*SEND ME A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG AND I’LL TELL YOU EVERY LINE THATS ABOUT INEFFABLE HUSBANDS AND HOW*

#aziracrow #ineffable husbands #taylor swift #ask game

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countimp · 2 years

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The Pain of Healing and Loving

Chapter 3: As Clouds Rain

Kazutora Hanemiya x Chifuyu Matsuno

Cw: Mention of alcohol;

After that day, they grew closer.

That's what Kazutora wanted to believe, anyway. The feeling of being ghosts to each other was replaced, gradually, for some kind of comfort. They were not close enough to be even called friends, but the mere acknowledging of each other made the environment improve. They saw each other more. Talked to each other. They work together. Kazutora, who usually stayed in the living room, all the time, felt more free to walk around the other rooms, as he pleased.

In work, talking with costumers was, still, troublesome for him, so he stayed most of the time in the backrooms, calming the animals, or cleaning. And everything that Matsuno asked him to do, he did, trying the best he could.

It was Friday, end of the afternoon, and Matsuno was closing the shop for the day. Kazutora was sweeping the floor, since earlier a big, furry dog came for a trim. Sweeping was one of the things he liked to do the most. It always feels nice to see the dirt get piled up and the repetitive movement took all the focus in Kazutora's mind. Only him and the broom and the floor and the song he hummed, that got stuck to his head earlier as he listened to the radio. No bad thoughts, no pitying himself.

So concentrated he was that didn't noticed Matsuno approaching, touching his back. The shock made Kazutora swift around, using the broom as a bat, one that Chifuyu almost couldn't dodge, flinching when Kazutora made a sudden movement of coming closer, letting the broom fall with a loud thud.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" Kazutora held his hands up, trying to reach for the other, but hesitating profusely. "I-I didn't saw you come in!"

Matsuno shook his hands, slightly. Trying to calm Kazutora. "It's alright! I should be the one apologizing." He kneeled down, to get the broom from the floor, breathing deeply to calm himself as well. "It's not your fault."

Kazutora held the broom handle tightly when it was given to him. Matsuno should really stop doing those things, Kazutora felt a burden enough already.

"I just came to say that we're closed for today."

Kazutora nodded. "I'll finish here."

"Alright. I'm going out for a bit, then. Wanna buy something."

They didn't look at each other, awkwardly staring to the floor. They were closer, but still really distant.

As close as a cloud and the earth.

"Alright. I'll handle the rest."

"…Thanks."

Kazutora was in the bath when Chifuyu came back from the mall, holding plastic bags with cans and a pack of peyoung soba.

…He used to share it with Baji. It was his idea as well. That was more or less how their friendship started.

Chifuyu bought the soba to share with Kazutora as well. Baji used to part it with Chifuyu, most of the time, and he felt like this was something special for them. But after some thinking, knowing how much Baji cared for Kazutora, there was no saying if he didn't do it with him as well.

If they did, it wouldn't be special to Chifuyu, maybe he thought too much. It would be special for Kazutora as well.

But the bitterness that grew with that track of thought, Chifuyu decided to avoid. Instead, he decided that maybe they could bond about that.

It maybe could be special for them two now.

Chifuyu looked at the bag and the box of soba in there. Only one box, lonely in the bag.

Thinking back now, this idea was stupid. Chifuyu just assumed things and not even bought a decent meal for both of them. Why would Kazutora accept only half a meal? He wasn't some sort of servant that only got the leftovers from his majesty. Chifuyu didn't want him to be so.

He should just go back to the mall and buy another box, before Kazutora came out of the bathroom.

"Matsuno-san?" Too late. The man in question was already at the living room, a towel wrapped around his neck, which he used the tip to dry his hair. "What is that?"

Chifuyu smiled, guilty. "Dinner. There's only one thought… I, um, kinda forgot to buy two…" he lied. But if Kazutora noticed, he didn't say anything.

"It's alright." Hanemiya turned back to the bathroom, to leave the towel there, coming back seconds later. "You can eat it."

"Hm, actually…" Matsuno called, leaving the bags on the table in the living room, and taking the peyoung soba from it carefully. "We can split it.. if you want."

"Split?" Kazutora wondered, considering the offer. "You don't mind?"

"Not at all." Because in the end, he got what he wanted. "You can start eating, I'm just gonna get some chopsticks for me."

As he looked for a pair of chopsticks in the drawer, a soft sound of gas coming out of a opening can came from the living room, along with the noise of the envelope of the soba being taken out, delicately.

This made Chifuyu wonder, once again this week. How is this the same Kazutora he met, years before?

Kazutora wasn't this thoughtful, or delicate, or this helpful. He was all over the place, doing what he wanted, beating others as he pleased. Sadistic and egocentric.

He's was nothing like that.

"This is really good!" Was what Kazutora announced, before Chifuyu came back, running from his thoughts.

"It is, isn't it?" Chifuyu sat beside him, taking a can of beer for himself and opening it. "It's my favorite one."

"I don't remember that brand, either." Kazutora pointed to the cover, vaguely.

"Yeah, it's kind of unknown."

Kazutora ate a bit more before giving the food to Chifuyu, standing in silence, awkwardly, staring at the other eat. His hands, too free in his opinion, grabbed his can of beer and drank, distracting himself for a bit.

The silence made both of them nervous. And, surprisingly, Kazutora spoke first.

"Matsuno-San–"

"You can call me Chifuyu, Kazutora-kun." He interrupted.

"Right, sorry. Chifuyu-san, I… well…"

The man turned to the other, all his attention on him, hands resting in the table, as he held the chopsticks and the box. Kazutora felt even more embarrassed now.

"… Thank you. Greatly." He finally said— mumbled— without looking Chifuyu in the eyes. —He would melt from embarrassment.

"For what?" Chifuyu, on the other hand, felt really confused.

He made a vague gesture with his hand, resting his weight in the table before him. "Everything. I wasn't able to thank you properly." This felt as embarrassing as confessing to Kazutora, but he just kept talking. He can drink himself to oblivion after that. "Nobody… ever shared their things with me. You're sharing everything you have."

Chifuyu passed the soba to the other again. "Nobody?" Kazutora bowed his head as he filled his mouth.

"Not that I recall." He spoke, mouth full.

"Not even Baji?"

Oh.

Kazutora forced himself to swallow, his appetite now gone.

But Matsuno still wanted a answer. He could sense it, even without looking.

"He's the exception." The soba was pulled once again, but Chifuyu didn't take it. Instead, he just glared.

"We used to split it." Kazutora glanced over his shoulder, curious. "Peyoung soba. It was, kinda like our thing." His words were sweet, and so was his tone, but it made Kazutora ache nevertheless. Chifuyu covered his face with a hand, ashamed about what he did. "I originally thought that we could share it as well. You and me, I mean." He corrected.

Kazutora wasn't understanding what Chifuyu was trying to say, but listened attentively, avoiding thinking bad thoughts again. Focusing, only, in Chifuyu.

"I expected that it could be special for us too."

Silence installed once again. Crushing, loud, and hard to break. And even with all his mean, Chifuyu could barely whisper.

"…And you?"

Kazutora stared at him, big wide eyes, unsure. He… what?

And like the other could read his mind, clarified. "Don't you have any special memory with him?"

Memories? Why would he ever be deserving of them after crushing the things Chifuyu had? Why would Kazutora's memory matter if he ended the sweet memories of another's? Memories that could have been his daily life if Kazutora didn't have messed up so badly?

But still. Kazutora clinged egoistically to his memory with Baji just as much Chifuyu did. It's everything he have.

And maybe, in the end, the two of them weren't so different.

"When we were together…" Kazutora voice was just as soft as Chifuyu's whisper. He couldn't dare to speak louder. "… and he got hungry… he decided to just. Set fire to some random's cars."

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "He did what?!" His surprise made Kazutora scoff, entertained.

"You tamed him, Matsuno. He was a menace."

"I could never. If anything, he made me worse."

"You? I don't believe it."

"I swear! There was one time…"

Their voices got louder as they talked about the boy. Happy memories, that made both feel so nostalgic. As they focused on the joyful happenings, ignoring the melancholy that usually came with them, the soba and the night ended, as the cloud rained in the land, connecting them.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfiction #kazutora hanemiya #chifuyu matsuno #baji keisuke #the pain of healing and loving #goldwrites #cw alcohol #kazufuyu #fuyutora #torafuyu #i know its slow but i want them to grow #and growing takes time #too much time in my opinion but there's nothing i can do about it

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lesbwheein · 2 years

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With Purple Kiss’s comeback around the corner, I decided to re-listen to their last album memeM. So, here are my thoughts!

(DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about music, this is purely based on if I vibe with it or not lmao)

“Intro: Illusion”: Not much to say about this other than Purple Kiss pulled a Purple Kiss. I always adore these intro performances and this one is not an exception. With most album intro songs, I’m always left wanting more but with PurKi they feel a lot more conclusive like if you were to add more to the song it would just ruin it.

“memeM”: I’ll be honest, this is my least favorite title track from them. nothing from it really sticks with me. Based on the story films, I was expecting a different kind of song so I felt disappointed with it (tho that’s more on me than the song itself). Also, I’m not a fan of this girlcrush/experimental/futuristic genre that I’ve seen a lot of girl groups doing, though it seems like we’re starting to stray away from that now.

“Oh My Gosh”: I bit boring at the start but once it picks up it’s pretty fun to listen to!

“Pretty Psycho”: Now THIS is the kind of song I was expecting for the title track! I was so happy they decided to promote for another week with this song! It fits so well with the witchy/creepy concept of the story films and I fell in love with it the first time I listened to it, there are a lot of catchy bits that instantly get stuck in your head (the freaky PurKi bit for example). anyways, I love a good creepy/horror concept and Purple Kiss does it really well! Swan’s voice especially fits well with the creepy feel. Also, I love the outfits in the performance video, especially Ireh’s green dress and Jieun’s whole look!

“JOAH”: I love these chill, coffee shop feel kinds of songs and Purple Kiss also does a really good job on them like with “2am” and “ZzZz” I hope we get more B-sides like this on their next album! Again I don’t have a lot to say about this song, it just sounds nice and makes me feel nice.

“Hate me, Hurt me, Love me”: This song sounds a little more generic, like they would play it in a clothing store like Kohls’ or H&M or something. I don’t mean this as a bad thing, just not usually my cup of tea but this song pulls me in with something and I ended up listening to it a lot since this album was released lol. It’s just catchy and easy to listen to, I guess that’s why they play songs like this in stores lmao.

“Cursor”: Other than “Can We Talk Again” I’m not really a big fan of Purple Kiss’s ballad songs. It sounds like there’s a lot of emotion in this song but it never really hits me, I think if I looked up the English translation of the lyrics it might have more of an impact on me.

Overall: I’ve noticed with Purple Kiss’s albums the songs on it are either hit or miss with me, which I think is interesting and shows how Purple Kiss doesn’t just stick to one sound which is what I really like about them! I think currently my ranking of their albums is HIDE & SEEK > INTO VIOLET > memeM I guess title tracks leave a big impression on me cause this is how I would rank the title tracks from each album as well.

Anyways! I love Purple Kiss and am super excited for their new album to come out on the 25th! If you made it this far, thanks for reading lmao here’s a cookie 🍪🍪🍪 This was kind of fun so maybe I’ll do more reviews on kpop and dramas in the future.

#purple kiss #purplekiss #she speaks #kpop review #kpop #girlgroup

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first of all, happy birthday! god bless you and i hope you had a nice birthday! and i’m so excited once i saw your post. i’ve been interested in your acc for a long time but i’m too shy to interact with you. so anyway,

appearance : short hair ( neck length ) with dyed hair ( white on the bangs lol ) 5’1, i’m asian and i have a warm yellow-ish skin color.

hobbies : i like dancing most likely like a pop dance or kpop…. yea.. oh and i cannot live without my phone.

star sign : sagittarius :)

likes : coffee, shopping or just hanging out in a mall, watching youtube.

dislikes : spicy food or vegetables, and bugs. and idk that’s it ig, i can’t think of any.

love languages : physical touch that’s it.

what i look for in a partner : someone who can listen to me ranting or complaining about life. someone who loves me for who i am. someone who doesn’t care when i do something dumb like laughing like a stupid hoe.

deal breakers : too needy or poor communication.

okay that’s it! again have a fantastic day and birthday :D xoxo ❤️

hi!! thank you so much for sending this in!! lemme just say real quick, you sound like such an awesome person, and your hair?? cool asf!! tl;dr you're super cool and i'd love it if you interacted more!! no need to be shy :)

anywaysss time for the big reveal!!! i ship you with........

Lucia!

❧ he'd think your bangs are the coolest thing ever they are and you'd probably get him interested in dying his own hair, maybe just a small section at first to get him used to it

❧ he would absolutely love to watch you dance, he thinks it's so cool how you can match the beat of a song perfectly and loves how much fun you seem to be having. he would also love if you teach him a couple dances, like i can imagine you two as the couple doing really intricate and fun dances in the middle of a ball and everyone around is like confused but also very impressed ya feel? let's pretend he exists in our world, he would totally bring up the game just dance as an activity for the two of you to do, like every week y'all learn a new dance; and don't even get me started on tik tok dances (if you're into them), he'd be asking you to teach him every new trending dance smh

❧ continuing off of if he was in our world, he would be asking what you're doing on your phone a lot but not in an accusatory or nosy way, he's just genuinely curious what you're interested in, and he'll never judge you for looking at cringey fan art or reading sad fics or trying to beat level 307 of candy crush. he'd be content, especially after a long day, to just lie down with you and peek at whatever you're doing on your phone, making comments here and there, it's very chill and sweet

❧ you're a sagittarius, i love that!! one of my closest friends is a sag, y'all are cool. so i did a little research and apparently sags are compatible with libras, which is lucia's sign, so there's that going for y'all lmao

❧ i feel like as a whole the boys drink more tea than coffee but i think lucia could get behind the idea of coffee, especially seeing how many types there are; oh and if he finds out about latte art?? he's sold

❧ he'd enjoy shopping with you, he might be a little too busy to do it often, so when he can't he'd for sure send some people out with you to keep you company, or if you have friends from outside of the mansion, he'd for sure encourage a pals day out! and consider all of your items paid for, he'd give you a big chunk of spending money for you to get whatever your heart desires sugar daddy material i can also see him liking to try on random clothes with you, like at thrift stores he'd wanna do that blind picking an outfit game and see who gets the worst fit. and, again, if he can't go out shopping with you, he expects a full on fashion show when you get home, showing off all the cool things you bought and he will hype you up the whole time

❧ like i mentioned before with the phone thing, he'd love just watching youtube videos with you on a chill day. i could see the two of you having one or two youtubers y'all are subscribed to and watch every single video, like oh what's that? you were invited to a dinner party friday at 6 pm? sorry, that's when (enter youtuber here) posts, can't miss that. if you're super into one youtuber tho, he'd for sure get you guys matching merch

❧ i don't think he could handle super spicy foods, maybe like something with a lil kick to it, but anything above your average chili powder or red pepper flakes he cannot do, so he'll relate to you with not liking spicy foods. he may tease you about not being able to handle it, but just tell him off, mans can hardly even handle picante chicken ramen

❧ he wouldn't be a huge fan of bugs either, but he's not terrified of them; if there's a bug somewhere that you want gone, he'll for sure swallow his disgust and either squish the bug or take it outside with little to no complaining

❧ this man loves physical touch, it's for sure one of his top love languages, giving and receiving. he's a pretty touchy and affectionate person, but not in an overbearing way. if you ever want him to back off, just tell him and he'll do so immediately and without needing an explanation. he just loves being able to show his partner how much he loves them without using words. he'll show this through hugs and wrapping an arm around you in public or holding hands while the two of you are walking and cuddle sessions every night

❧ he'll listen to you rant anytime you need. he may be goofy and immature at times, but if you show that the situation is serious or something is really bothering you, he'll drop all that immediately and go into listening mode. you can tell he's actively listening to you because he'll make facial expressions and noises in reaction to what you're telling him. his reactions depend on if you're doing just a little complainy rant or a serious vent; for the more lighthearted rants he'll voice his reactions more clearly (they said what?? no way, i can't believe that, the audacity) but for the more serious conversations he'll keep it to a minimum and focus that extra energy on listening and empathizing

❧ he loves you more than life itself. he'd do anything for you, and it shows in how he looks at you and treats you with the utmost care. he adores every single thing about you, so you don't have to worry about him minding if you do something dumb. he loves your laugh especially, no matter how loud it is or how it sounds in general; if you're laughing that means you're happy and enjoying yourself and that's all that matters to him <3 the worst he'll do is tease you a bit, but it's never hurtful and all in good fun

❧ he's definitely not too needy, he might have his moments where he's extra clingy and just wants your attention but he knows what your boundaries are and he will respect them always. his communication is pretty good for the most part, although he might be prone to keeping a few things secret and if he's feeling overworked he might get a little cross with you which could spark up a few arguments. however, with plenty of time and heart to heart conversation, this is something the two of you can fix with no problem. it seems like you're pretty good at communication given you value it in a relationship, and lucia is a great listener and amazing at coming to agreements and negotiating terms and compromises; he is a leader after all :)

#let's play a game!#my. hcs #nightmare harem #shipping games #otome games

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