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Tie Your Hair Back, Baby || Brian May x fem!Reader

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD OF A FIC I POSTED LAST YEAR ON A DIFFERENT BLOG. I DID NOT STEAL THIS; IT’S MINE. The other version has since been made private. There have been some very minor changes made to this version.

summary || you have a crush on brian may. that’s obvious. and he doesn’t have a crush on you. that’s also obvious. but maybe - just maybe - you could be wrong about that. the flat is empty, it’s saturday night, and it’s just you and brian sitting on the couch. who knows what could happen? friends to lovers. modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. there’s some fluffy aspects to some of the smut, but it’s mostly smut. there’s hints of various kinks in here - brian has a thigh kink, reader has a hand kink, etc. - but nothing that extreme at all. as always with my work, there’s an abundance of profanity.

word count || 8.5k.

author’s notes || this is for the anon who said this was their favourite fic ever and was sad that it was no longer available. i’m so fuckin’ sorry this has taken longer than i said it would to upload - legit, it just completely forgot oop. it just popped into my noggin this morning and i went oh shit i forgot to do that, so here it is! yet another modern day college au! but not in the same ’verse as the try series, obviously.

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You blinked open your eyes, taking a moment to register your surroundings, and then stretched. You yawned, looking down at yourself. You were in the room that you friends Brian and John shared, lying on top of Brian’s bed, which was made, but you had a blanket thrown over you, and someone had slipped off your shoes, which sat neatly by the door. You knew you’d dozed off while scrolling mindlessly through social media on your phone, so you must have fallen asleep with it in your hand — but over there, on the bedside table, your phone had been plugged into the charger.

Shit. How long had you been asleep?

You sat up, feeling groggy. You’d come over to the little flat that Brian, Freddie, Roger, and John shared to study with Brian for the upcoming exams, but you’d only studied for about an hour and a half before you’d decided that you were too exhausted to focus any longer. Brian had offered his bed for a nap, as he always did. You’d thought about inviting him to join you for some activities that did not involve napping, as you always did. But held your tongue — as you always did.

That had been at three. You checked your phone — now it was almost six in the evening.

“Shit,” you sighed. Talk about a wild Saturday night. You yawned again, and staggered out of bed, heading to the bathroom to splash water on your face and have a drink.

You looked bedraggled, in short. While the old, oversized T-shirt you were wearing had been fine to sleep in, denim shorts had not been the most comfortable. You tried to fix your hair, but it was a bit of a lost cause, and your eyes were slightly bloodshot, your face puffy, and very much not in a cute way. Thank God you’d been friends with Brian for a long time, long before you’d started fancying him — he’d already seen you at your worst a thousand times, so you never had to worry about impressing him.

Not that there was any point in trying to impress him, anyway. He’d never see you like you saw him. But you’d come to terms with that. You were okay with it.

Or so you told yourself.

You shuffled out to the main room. You’d fallen asleep to the sounds of conversation and Roger getting worked up over some Xbox game, but now the house was silent.

Brian was on the couch, reading. He had one foot resting on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, and a mug by his foot. He glanced up at the sound of your arrival, smiling softly. Your heart squeezed at the sight of it. “Good kip?” he asked.

You hummed, nodding. “Where is everyone?”

“Well, it’s a Saturday night,” Brian said. He stretched, as if he’d awoken from a nap himself — he’d clearly been focused on his book for a while. “So who knows where Rog and Fred are. At someone’s for pre-drinks. I think one of them mentioned something about a new club in Soho. And Deacy and Ronnie are on a date. Deacs made it clear that he won’t be coming home tonight.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, how saucy.”

Brian smiled, shaking his head. “Leave him alone.”

“No, I think it’s great.” You headed over to grab Brian’s mug, which was empty. “They’re so cute together. I’m making tea, want some?”

“Yeah, if you’re making it,” Brian said easily. He checked his watch. “Oh God, is it that late already?”

“That’s what I said,” you said, padding over to the kitchen. “Did you take my shoes off when I was asleep? Plug my phone in and stuff?”

“That was Deacy, actually,” Brian said, turning back to his book. “He didn’t realise you were asleep, and went to get changed for his date, and he thought you looked a bit chilly, so he took it upon himself to make you more comfortable.”

You smiled. “That was nice of him.”

“Yeah, he can be nice, when he wants to be,” Brian joked.

“Sorry I fell asleep for so long, by the way,” you added. “I’ll just have a cuppa and then I’ll head off.”

“No, don’t be silly, stay,” Brian said with a slight frown, not even looking up.

You had dinner there frequently, knocking elbows with the boys as you all tried to fit around the small dining table, but hearing Brian insist that you stay, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, still made your stomach flip.

Especially since it was an empty house for the night. You knew nothing would happen, of course it wouldn’t, but it was easy to let your imagination get away from you. What would Brian do if you marched over there right now and kissed him? With no prying eyes or ears, no concerns about someone coming home at any minute? Would he kiss you back? He was a good kisser — you’d heard it from John, actually, of all people, who’d said he and Brian had snogged for a particularly wild game of truth or dare at some party — and you weren’t too bad yourself, you’d been told. And Brian’s hands; you could wax poetry about those hands. God knows you’d spent enough time staring at them, imagining what they’d feel like on your skin, in your hair, in your mouth, in your—

Tea. Right.

You sighed, shaking your head to clear it, and put the kettle on.

“What d’you want for dinner, then?” Brian called.

“Hm?” You moved from the kitchen, away from the roaring wheeze of the kettle.

Brian glanced up from his book. “What do you feel like?”

You shrugged. “I’m not fussed. I’m not really hungry right now, actually.”

“What about that Thai place?” Brian suggested.

“I thought you weren’t a fan of it,” you said. “We can get something else.”

It was Brian’s turn to shrug. “No, I’m happy if you’re happy. I know how much you love it.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure.” He picked up his phone off the couch, and said, “You like the pad see yew, don’t you?”

“With chicken, yeah,” you said. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll get it next time, then,” you said. “No discussions.”

Brian glanced up at you, smiling. “All right,” he said with a chuckle. “Deal.”

The kettle switched off, and you headed back to the kitchen, going about making two cups of tea. You found a packet of biscuits on the counter — judging by the way it had been ripped open and left on the counter, Roger had had a go at it — and brought them over with you.

You set down the mugs on the coffee table, and the biscuits beside them. Brian reached over and took his mug, taking a sip. He hummed contentedly. “Cheers. Food should be here in about half an hour.” He picked up his book again and continued reading.

“How is it?” you asked, nodding to the mug in his hands and taking a sip from your own.

“Perfect. I don’t know how you do it, but it’s perfect every time.”

You smiled, glad that Brian still had his nose in his book, so he couldn’t see how horribly adoring the smile was. “Practice.”

“Must be.” Brian put his tea down again, and took a biscuit.

You settled back against the couch with a sigh, tea in hand.

It was so quiet in the flat; you weren’t used to it. Brian’s flat was a place of noise and music and banter and, oftentimes, mess. Now that it was unoccupied, bar you and Brian, it felt different. Not better or worse, just different.

You could understand why Brian usually liked to be alone when the flat was empty. It wasn’t often he could read in the living room without being disturbed.

Not that he was completely without distractions. You were there, anyway, and as content in the silence you tried to be, you quickly grew bored. Your phone was still in Brian’s bedroom, and it felt too far away to be worth the effort of getting up.

You found yourself watching Brian, as was not uncommon. He was mostly still, apart from when his lips moved the slightest bit every so often as he mouthed the words that he was reading. His hands, long and slender, flipped each page fluidly. You leant over to read over Brian’s shoulder. Lots of complicated science words. No thanks.

You tapped your nails against your mug, sighing. Naturally, there was always the option to just stare into space and daydream completely inappropriate things about Brian — that was how you spent most of your university lectures these days — but it felt a little too much with Brian less than a metre away from you.

It was almost unbearable being this close to Brian while no one else was around. Every movement he made seemed magnified, and every thought of yours was so loud in your head that you could have sworn that Brian would‘ve been able to hear them. You gripped your mug tightly, giving your hands something to do. Your eyes flitted up and down Brian’s body, instinctively searching for some way to touch him without arousing too much suspicion. If you didn’t touch him in some way, no matter how innocuous the touch may be, you felt like you would explode. You’d always been a tactile person; you liked holding hands and hugs and cuddles with your friends. Some people called it needy. You liked to think of it as affectionate.

You tried to hold back around Brian, though. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

But there was one thing that you could do.

You reached out and touched his arm, gently running your finger up and down his forearm. He transferred his book to one hand, and held out his other hand to you. You took it, resting it on your knee, palm facing the ceiling, and traced your finger over every line and vein in his skin.

It was something you tended to do whenever you grew bored and Brian was nearby. You had no idea if Brian knew that you were just looking for an excuse to be in contact with him, that you needed it like you needed oxygen, but you hoped he’d just put it down to restless fidgeting. He never seemed to mind, anyway.

You placed your mug back on the table, and flipped Brian’s hand over this way and that, idly inspecting. Finding every callous he’d gotten from years of playing guitar, every small scar, every freckle. You were familiar with it all well and truly by now, but that didn’t matter.

The more impulsive part of your brain wondered how Brian would react if you took his hand and sucked his fingers into your mouth.

It was harder to resist than you cared to admit. But you managed it.

You turned his hand over again, and drew a line with your fingertip from his palm to the inside of his elbow. He breathed in sharply, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. You drew the line again, and he shifted in his seat.

“Does that tickle?” you murmured.

Brian hummed. “A bit.”

You wanted to draw the line up his arm, over his shoulder, and up his neck. But you didn’t. Instead, you let his hand go.

“You can keep going,” Brian said, keeping his hand on your knee. “I don’t mind.”

“Are you asking me to?” you said, your voice lilting playfully.

Brian paused, and then said, “No,” and took his hand back.

You pouted to yourself. You knew Brian wouldn’t flirt back, but it still stung.

Now you were back to square one, and your body was begging to touch Brian once again. You wanted to snuggle up to him, feel his arm around you. Wrap yourself around him. Maybe put your hand under his shirt, and count his ribs with your fingers. Press kisses under his jaw.

God, you had to stop it. It had to be unhealthy to let your mind wander like that so often. But it was just so hard not to. So easy to justify to yourself that if you couldn’t have Brian in real life, you could at least have him in your imagination.

Brian was still reading, oblivious to your self-inflicted suffering.

How much could you get away with?

You shifted closer to him on the couch, pretending to read over his shoulder again. He angled the book so you could see more easily, and you moved even closer, practically curled up against his side. You sighed, pretending to get comfortable, and, in a moment of complete lunacy, hooked your legs over his lap, leaning against the couch.

“Is this all right?” you asked, as nonchalantly as you could manage.

Brian made a noise of disgruntlement, and raised his arm. You took a moment to comprehend, but then you realised — holy shit holy shit holy shit — he was inviting you in. You shifted closer, and leant against his shoulder, and his arm came around you, dragging you in closer still, and then settled around your waist. “That’s better,” he mumbled, barely even looking up from his book.

You swallowed, your heart about to burst through your ribcage. You tried not to give away how nervous — and excited — you were, and took a deep breath to settle yourself.

It wasn’t the first time you’d sat like this. Or similar to this, anyway. But usually it was when you were both drunk, or there wasn’t any room on the couch to spread out, or you were tired and desperate for a cuddle. You’d sat like this with basically all your friends before. But it almost never felt this... intimate.

You’d never felt this turned on with your other friends, anyhow.

“Can you turn the page for me?” Brian said, and you reached over and did so.

You’d have done anything for him. You’d have killed a man if he’d asked.

“What are you reading about?” you asked, just for a reason to stare at his face. He was so close to you. You could lean over and kiss his cheek, or tilt his chin towards you with your hand and kiss his mouth. But you didn’t.

Brian sighed. “Would you like the long answer or the short answer?”

You considered this. “Both.”

Brian paused.

“Sorry, am I annoying you?” you cut in.

Brian looked to you in surprise. “What’s that?”

“I keep distracting you from reading.”

Brian flipped the book shut and set it on the ground beside the couch. “I was only half-reading it anyway.”

You made a face. “Sorry.”

“No, not your fault.” Brian smiled at you, reassuringly. “Are you all right? You seem a bit off.”

Kiss me. “No, I’m fine.”

Brian’s thumb brushed over the side of your ribs through your shirt, just tiny little motions, and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from making some stupid noise you’d most definitely regret.

“You sure?” he prodded.

You nodded, ducking your gaze to hide your face.

You could feel Brian’s eyes on you, and you looked down at your hands in your lap. Brian’s hand slipped lower, and when his fingertips came in contact with the bare skin that your shirt revealed, you sucked in a breath, your back arching slightly.

You swallowed. “Um,” you squeaked. You frantically tried to think of something to say, to distract you, because Brian’s touch was muddling your brain and muddling your impulse control. “Do— We—“

“Yes?” Brian prompted, and he sounded... smug, almost.

He knew what he was doing. He knew. Which meant that he wanted to make you flustered.

You looked up to him, meeting his gaze. The look on his face made your stomach drop, and you breathed in shakily. “Bri...”

“Yeah?” he breathed. His hand, painfully slowly, slipped under your shirt, up your back, and you bit your lip.

“What are you doing?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Brian’s hand froze, his face dropping. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” you blurted, shaking your head. “No, that’s not what I...”

His movements continued, fingertips running up and down your skin, and you shivered. “I just meant...” You closed your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts. “I just thought that you... I—“

Brian hummed, urging you to continue.

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“No, keep going,” Brian said, his voice warm with amusement. “I want to hear it.”

You opened your eyes and scowled at him. “Don’t be an arsehole.”

Brian chuckled, and his hand moved downwards, coming to rest on the skin just above your belt. Before you could ask why he’d stopped, his other hand began tracing up your leg. “What were you saying?” he asked.

“I can’t even remember,” you said. “It didn’t matter.”

Brian’s hand reached your knee, and travelled up higher. Your heart was pounding. “Try to remember for me,” Brian said softly.

“I don’t have to do what you tell me,” you said, but it came out sounding breathless.

Brian’s hand paused. “I can stop.”

“Fuck you,” you huffed, and Brian grinned.

You wracked your brain. “I...” Brian started moving his hand again, almost reaching the top of your thigh, and you wouldn’t have even been able to recite the alphabet if he’d asked. “I didn’t know... that you— I thought you only saw me—“

Brian’s hand began moving towards your inner thigh.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“Keep going,” Brian murmured.

“I thought you only saw me as a friend,” you blurted. “I never would’ve thought that you saw me as anything else.”

You automatically shifted, opening your legs, as Brian’s hand went even further. You wondered if you’d soaked through your underwear yet. You must have been getting close to it.

“You are my friend,” Brian replied simply. “And I thought the same. I thought you’d never be interested in me. But clearly, we seem to be on the same page here.” He hesitated, looking at you tentatively. “We are on the same page, aren’t we?”

“I think it’s safe to say we are,” you said weakly.

“Good,” Brian breathed. His thumb rubbed over your inner thigh now, so close to where you wanted his hands the most, and it was driving you insane.

“I could have my hands on your thighs all day,” Brian said.

“Really?” you said, genuinely surprised. You’d always been self-conscious about your thighs. You liked to pretend that they didn’t bother you, but pretending was easier than actually believing it yourself.

“Are you joking?” Brian said, his eyes wide. “God, I—“ His hand gripped your thigh. “Yes. Sorry, is that—“

“Don’t apologise,” you cut in, shaking your head. “That’s... so hot.”

“I’ve literally dreamt about your thighs,” he said. “Every time you wear shorts, or a skirt, or even those tight jeans you have, I can’t tear my eyes away from them. I can’t believe you haven’t noticed me staring. All the others have.”

“I never noticed,” you said. “I never knew.”

“Well, now you know,” Brian said. “And now that I know you want me like I want you, I will be eating you out until you’ve come so many times that you’re begging me to stop. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’d ever want you to stop,” you said, surprising yourself.

Brian laughed. His eyes stayed on your face, watching you carefully, and his hand went to your belt. The sound of it being unbuckled was almost deafening in the quiet of the house, and you bit down on your bottom lip. Brian undid the button, and then you helped with the fly.

His hand dipped into your shorts, and when you felt his fingers press against your damp underwear, your breath stopped.

Brian’s jaw went slack. “Jesus,” he whispered,

“That’s entirely your fault, you know,” you said.

“God.” Brian breathed out sharply, gazing at you in awe and lust and disbelief, and then slipped his hand into your underwear.

You let out a soft moan, your legs falling open even further. One of your hands gripped Brian’s bicep, the other his shirt, as Brian’s fingers, the same fingers you’d been fixated on for months, began to move through your folds, circling around your clit.

“Tell me if I’m doing a good job, yeah?” Brian said.

You nodded, unable to speak, too focused on the feeling of his hand and the warmth spreading throughout your body.

You were a mess within minutes, panting and whimpering, and Brian hadn’t even slid his fingers inside you yet. “Get in me,” you demanded.

“What?”

“Get your fingers inside me, fucking hell, fuck me with your fucking fingers.”

Brian laughed. “I just wanted to make sure you were wet enough before I—“

“I was wet enough before you even touched me, Brian. It’s just rude n— oh my God.”

He’d pushed two fingers inside you at once, and it felt so good it was like a punch to the chest. Your grip on his bicep was vice-like, and you could feel the muscles moving under his skin.

If you’d thought Brian was skilled with his hand before, it was nothing in comparison to now. You were quickly climbing, your eyes closed, panting out yes and right there and letting out choked moans and whimpers.

“I’m— I’m close,” you said.

“You look so good like this,” Brian said, and crooked his fingers inside you, making you cry out. “I can’t wait to fuck you. You’re going to feel so incredible around me.”

You moaned. “Yes.”

“Are you close?”

You nodded. “S—so close.”

Brian quickened his movements further, and you sucked in a breath. You could feel your orgasm building like a wave, and you knew you only had seconds left—

The buzzer rang out, loud and obnoxious, and you and Brian jumped in surprise.

You groaned. “What the fuck?” you cried.

“The food,” Brian said, followed by a frustrated click of his tongue.

The buzzer blared again, and Brian pursed his lips, looking beyond irritated. “Great fucking timing,” he muttered.

“You’re telling me.” You pressed your forehead into his shoulder, breathing hard. Your whole body seemed to twitch, searching for the release that never came, and you instinctively clenched your thighs around Brian’s hand, moaning.

Brian hissed. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said.

The buzzer blared once more, and Brian sighed, and retracted his hand.

“Fuck!” you whined, frustrated. “Can’t it wait?”

“It’s not really fair to make the delivery person wait there while I get you off,” Brian said. He nudged you. “Come on. Up.”

You growled, but climbed off his lap, and he hurried to the PA system. “Be down in a second, so sorry,” he said into it. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand, then snatched his keys from the table by the door, and disappeared out the flat.

You huffed. Your shorts were still undone, belt hanging loose, and you could think of nothing else but of your need to orgasm. Food? You didn’t need food. You weren’t even hungry. The delivery person could go fuck themselves. The buzzer could go fuck itself, too. The restaurant where the food had come from could go fuck itself. Everyone and everything could go fuck themselves; except Brian, who could fuck you instead.

You dragged your hands down your face, squeezing your thighs together again. God, Brian was good. You knew he would be.

You shivered, and went to grab two beers from the fridge. It was uncomfortable, being as wet as you were, having to walk around like you weren’t.

It felt like an eternity before Brian returned, Thai in hand. The smell of it made your stomach rumble. Maybe food wasn’t so stupid after all.

“Hungry?” Brian said, dumping the plastic bag on the table.

“Yeah, actually,” you said. You popped open the beers, and brought one over to him. “You?”

He took the bottle from you, his eyes snaking down your body and back up again. “Yeah,” he said casually.

You throbbed between your legs. “Did they give us cutlery this time?” you said, peeking inside the bag. “No, they didn’t. They always forget.” You went to the kitchen to grab some forks.

When you returned, Brian was at the table, sipping his beer. He ogled your thighs openly as you walked back to the table, and you smiled to yourself.

You sat down, and both of you began eating. There wasn’t much conversation at first, but it didn’t take long for it to start flowing. It was just the same as always, but now you didn’t have to hold back the flirty comments and heated glances, and it thrilled you to no end that Brian seemed to feel the same way. You both ate fairly quickly, and when you were done, Brian hurried to clean up.

When he was in the kitchen, you realised you’d both left your unfinished mugs of tea on the coffee table, so you took them, and the biscuits, to the kitchen.

Brian took the mugs, and dumped them in the sink, not even rinsing them out, and then took the packet of biscuits from you, discarding it on the kitchen counter.

You frowned. “What—“

Brian kissed you, and it was like a dam broke within you. You kissed him back furiously, hungrily, and Brian responded in kind, his hands squeezing your arse, pulling you flush against him. He bit at your bottom lip, and you pushed your body even closer to his.

He gripped your hips, and started backing you up until you bumped into the kitchen counter. He leant down to grip the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the counter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, but he pulled back. “Shorts off,” he said.

“Here?” you said, but you nudged him back and slid off the counter to strip off your shorts and underwear.

“Just one thing,” Brian said. “Just to make up for earlier. Get back up on the counter.”

“I can’t,” you said. “That’s... not sanitary.”

“We’ll clean it later.” Brian said, almost frantically. “I promise.”

You thought about it, and then sat back up on the counter. “This feels wrong.”

Brian dropped to his knees and grabbed your hips, shunting you forward, almost off the counter entirely, and you yelped, putting a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself.

“Lie back a bit,” Brian said. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

You gaped. “You’re joking. Like this?”

“I’m really not.” Brian pressed a kiss to your knee. “We don’t have to, but I’d really like to, if you’re all right with it.”

You swallowed, and swung your legs over his shoulders, leaning back, propping yourself up on the heels of your hand.

Brian moved in closer, kissing the inside of your thigh. “Thank you,” he said, and he sounded genuinely grateful.

He pressed more kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs, and you could already feel your chest heaving with anticipation. One of your hands wound itself in his hair, and you let your head fall back and your eyes slide closed, revelling in the feeling.

When Brian’s mouth finally reached its goal, you gasped, and Brian moaned.

“Oh, fuck, Bri,” you sighed. You tilted your hips, giving him a better angle. He gripped your hips so tightly it felt like you would have bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and when he flicked his tongue in just the right way, you knew that if he kept this up, you wouldn’t last long at all.

He removed one hand from your hip to slide his fingers inside you, pumping them rhythmically as his tongue worked its magic. Your fist tightened in his hair. “Yeah, like that,” you panted. “So good.”

Brian hummed, and you made a noise at the extra stimulation. “Bri, please,” you begged, although you had no idea what for. “Please.”

Brian doubled his efforts, and you whined. You were growing close again, and Brian’s mouth and hand were so perfect, and you had a moment internally of, holy shit, Bri’s actually eating me out, this is real, I’m not imagining this, before you tumbled over the edge with a cry.

Brian coaxed you through it, and you relaxed the grip on his hair, gasping for breath. You soon had to nudge Brian away, overstimulated. Brian kissed your thigh again, a wet, sloppy kiss that made you smile and laugh breathlessly, and then he was wiping his face on the back of his hand and getting to his feet, pulling you in for a kiss. You hummed happily onto the kiss, and reached down to rub at the bulge in his jeans. He bucked forward into your hand with a moan.

You pulled back, looking Brian in the eye. “Fuck me,” you said.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Brian said, and surged forward, kissing you deeply, running his hands over your thighs. He ducked his head to kiss your neck, biting down every so often, and electricity shot through you every time he did.

He found your pulse point and bit down, harder this time, and your grip on him tightened.

“Did that hurt?” he mumbled against your neck. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “No,” you said. “Never too much.”

Brian began sucking on the same point, and you began blindly fiddling with his jeans, unbuttoning them and inching the fly down.

Brian only stopped his work on your neck when you shoved your hand down his boxers and took hold of him, stroking up his length with a curious touch.

His hips jerked forward again, and he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his moan.

“I fucking knew it,” you said.

Brian peppered kisses along your jaw. “Knew what?”

“That you had a big dick.”

Brian laughed. “You had your suspicions, did you?”

“I can see it no matter what you wear,” you said. You pulled back, and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice me staring.”

“I guess we’re both unobservant,” Brian said wryly. He stepped back, and held out his hand. “Come on.”

You hopped off the counter and took his hand, and you both hurried to his and John’s bedroom. As soon as you’d reached it, Brian just about slammed you against the wall and kissed you fiercely. You gave as good as you got, and in no time at all clothes were being torn off and thrown to the ground, and Brian’s cock was in your hand, and he was biting at your lips and neck and kissing you with a passion that made you weak in the knees.

“Bed,” you said, and Brian spun you around, backing you up until your legs hit the bed.

You put a hand to his chest, pushing gently, and Brian stepped back. “What?” he said. His lips were red and swollen, his cheeks flushed, and some of his wild curls hung in his face. He looked fucking gorgeous.

“Protection,” you said, and Brian huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, obviously,” he said, and went to his bedside drawer. He rummaged around for a while, and you crawled onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, enjoying the view.

“Shit,” he muttered, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed. “Just a moment.”

“Where are you going?” you called after him as he left the room.

“Rog and Freddie’s room,” he called back. He returned seconds later, condoms in hand. “They always have way more than they need. They say they need all of them, but they’re just being arrogant. As usual.” He dropped them on the bed — the sight of them made your stomach bubble.

Brian met you on the bed, kissing you, lowering you down onto your back, and he began trailing his kisses down your body, sucking your nipple into his mouth, and you hissed. “Oh, God, that feels good,” you groaned, and Brian moved his attention to your other nipple, making you shiver.

Soon, though, he continued his journey down, nipping at your hip bone as he went. He climbed off the bed, then, standing at the foot of it, and took hold of your ankles, dragging you down the bed so forcefully that you yelped. “Jesus Christ, stop manhandling me,” you said as Brian knelt on the floor between your legs.

“Does it really bother you?” he said.

“No,” you admitted. “It’s hot. But it’s the principle of the thing.”

Brian chuckled. “Sorry. I’ll be a gentleman next time I throw you around.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Brian sat back to grab your knees and pull you forward a touch more, and said, “Please excuse me, ma’am.”

You giggled. “Fucking dick.”

Brian laughed, and dropped kisses onto your thighs. He tapped your knee with his hand, and you took it as a cue to swing your legs over his shoulders.

You stroked your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to—“

“What did I say?” Brian said, kissing your thigh again. “I’m going to eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“I thought it was just a figure of speech,” you said with a chuckle.

“Nope,” was all Brian said, and you laughed again. His tongue pushed into your folds, and you closed your eyes, completely giving over, letting Brian take care of you.

It felt like no time at all before you were climbing to a climax, and you were panting and moaning and whimpering Brian’s name, and then you were coming, feeling it pulse through you, your head thrown back, your blood roaring in your ears.

When you came to, Brian was kissing your thighs again, with such reverence that you almost felt self-conscious.

“How was that?” he murmured.

“All right,” you said with a shrug, and Brian laughed.

“Ouch,” he said, and you could feel his grin against your skin.

You sat up, propping yourself up on the heels of your hands, and Brian looked up at you. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said. Although you wouldn’t admit it, you just wanted to see him between your legs. You’d imagined it so many times, it was almost hard to believe that this time, it was real.

Brian locked eyes with you, keeping your focus, and began sucking a hickey into your inner thigh. You bit your bottom lip, almost wincing at the pain of it, but as if you’d stop him.

Every so often he’d pause and briefly inspect his work, deciding whether he’d done enough, before getting back to it. When he was done, your whole thigh felt like it was burning, but the reddish purple mark that Brian left behind was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

“I guess I won’t be wearing shorts for a while,” you said.

Brian looked distraught. “For the love of God, please wear shorts. Please. I’m fucking begging you.” He surged forward, kissing you, pausing every few seconds to speak. “Seeing you — in shorts — with that on — your thigh — knowing I put it there — will be...” He broke away, kissing under your jaw, moaning softly, his hands on your thighs. “I won’t be able to handle it,” he whispered. “In the best way. It will blow my fucking mind.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you breathed. You’d already come twice, but you felt so turned on that you couldn’t even try to banter with him. “Okay.”

Brian kissed you, and your hands ran down his chest. “Fuck me,” you said, moving your lips to his collarbones. “Can you fuck me now?”

“Yeah?” Brian said.

You nodded, kissing his chest. “Yeah.”

Brian climbed onto the bed, and you followed him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Your kisses grew frantic and greedy, Brian flipped you over, dotting your chest with bites as he pushed his fingers into you, stretching you out. You moaned, spreading your legs as far as they would go. He eased a third finger into you, and you breathed through the ache.

“All right?” he said, checking in.

“All right,” you said with a nod. “It’s been a while.”

Brian hummed, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat. “We’ll go as slow as you need.”

“I’m too impatient,” you huffed, and Brian smiled, and pushed his fingers in further, making you yelp. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” you blurted, when Brian froze. “You just surprised me.”

Brian kissed your lips lightly, fucking you with his fingers slow and deep.

“Slow as you need,” he said again. “I want this to be good for you.”

“It’s you,” you said, your voice hard to counter how sappy the words were. You rolled your hips up into his hand. “Of course it’ll be good.”

Brian replied with another kiss.

He kept up the rhythm until you were squirming and even more needy than before, begging him for more.

You pushed Brian’s hand away, out of you, and flipped him over just as he’d done to you, wrapping a hand around his flushed and swollen cock and pulling him off with a featherlight touch. Brian laughed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Oh, you’re cruel,” he said, followed by a choked moan, bucking his hips up into your hand.

“Oh, I’m cruel?” you said, softening your touch even further. Brian whined. “Who’s been finger-fucking me for hours without making me come?”

“You’ve already come twice,” Brian gasped. “And it wasn’t hours, don’t be dramatic.” He sobbed, one hand gripping the sheets. “Oh, fuck.”

You leant down and slid the head of his cock into your mouth, and he cried out, “Ah, shit! Fuck.”

You sucked him off, tasting the salty pre-come on your tongue, your hand making up for where your mouth couldn’t reach. Brian’s hands moved to your hair, and he grunted as you swirled your tongue around his head.

You could’ve sucked his dick all night, but soon he was tugging on your hair, telling you to stop, the words rushing out of his mouth urgently, and you pulled off with a wet pop. “Yeah?” you asked, still jerking him off with your hand.

“Shit— stop,” Brian said, sitting up sharply and grabbing your wrist, stopping your movement. “I’m too close to coming for you to do that.”

You hummed, grinning, pleased. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” Brian huffed. He guided your hand, still holding your wrist, to his lips, where he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your fingertips. “I want to be inside you when I come, all right?”

Something twisted in your stomach at that, something bizarrely affectionate, at the way he’d said it, almost gently, in a way that was so very Brian. You let your fingers brush over his lips, and he smiled, an adorable, warm, happy smile, that shouldn’t have fit the hot, horny, sweaty situation at all, but somehow was beautifully perfect. You smiled back, but you pushed the feelings aside. God forbid things get too mushy and cute. You were expecting to be completely fucked into next week, after all.

You took your hand back and searched for the condoms, snatching one off the bed and ripping open the foil packet. Brian sat up, watching your face with keen eyes as you rolled it onto him, and as soon as you were done he grabbed you, throwing you onto your back and kissing you. You responded enthusiastically, hooking your heels over his hips, and then he was lining himself up and pushing into you.

Your breath caught, and you pressed your forehead into his neck, grunting.

“You all right?” Brian said, his hand stroking soothingly down your side.

“Yeah,” you said. “Just... Yeah, I’m fine. Go. Keep going.”

Brian did, and you let your head drop back onto the pillow, pressing your lips together. It was an ache you were familiar with, but one you hadn’t felt in a good while now, and Brian was definitely on the larger end of the dick spectrum.

Brian nuzzled under your jaw as he pushed in further, and then he was fully seated. You ran your nails lightly up and down his back, wordlessly telling him that you were okay.

“Oh my God, you feel amazing,” Brian moaned. He lifted his head, searching your face, concern creasing his brow. “Are you— Is it all right?”

You laughed. “You’re not going to break me, Bri.”

“But is it... Do you want this? Are you sure?”

You pulled him down for a kiss. “Yes, I’m fucking sure,” you said. You rolled your hips, and Brian squeezed his eyes shut, failing to suppress a moan. “Now fuck me already.”

So Brian did, pulling out and ramming back into you. He began to set up a rhythm, and you wrapped yourself around him, your nails now claws on his back, and he was gasping out your name, telling you how amazing you felt, how much he’d wanted this, and all you could do was say his name in return. You rolled both of you over, settling back onto him, and he gripped your hips, thrusting up into you. You held him still, and slowly rocked your hips. His eyes just about rolled into the back of his head, and it was the biggest ego boost you’d ever had.

“How do my thighs look right now, Bri?” you teased, rocking your hips again.

Brian smoothed his hands down them. “Like they belong to a goddess,” he panted, his hips bucking up against yours. “You’re fucking incredible.”

You groaned, rocking forward, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. “Fuck.”

Brian laughed, and you looked to him quizzically. “What?”

“It’s just...” He laughed again, rubbing the back of one hand across the bridge of his nose. “It just suddenly hit me that we’re having sex right now.”

You blinked at him, registering his words, and then burst into laughter. “What the fuck do you think we’ve been doing?”

“No, I mean—“ Brian snorted, and he looked so pretty like this that you didn’t even think about leaning forward and tracing your fingers across his cheekbones and jaw. “I mean, I’ve been... wanting this, wanting you, for so long, and I thought I’d never have you. Like, ever. I’d just about resigned myself to just being quietly miserable whenever we hung out together, because I never thought that you’d ever go for me, of all people.” Your fingers moved to his lips, just resting over them, feeling them move as he spoke. “It just finally sunk in that this is really happening.”

“You’re a bit of a sap, aren’t you?” you joked.

Brian shrugged, glancing away. “Well, I just—“

“No, I was just being an arse,” you said with a smile. You pressed against his lips with more force, and he opened his mouth for you, playfully biting down on your fingers. Your smile stretched into a grin. “I feel the same.”

Brian’s lips closed over your fingers, and his tongue pushed between them, swirling around them. You were transfixed by it, feeling the way his tongue moved, and you began rocking your hips, just little movements. Curious, you pushed your fingers further into his mouth, down to the knuckles, and Brian moaned, his eyes sliding closed, taking them.

“Fuck,” you whispered, taking a shaky breath. You rocked with a little more force, and Brian moaned again, rolling his hips up to meet you. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, slowly, feeling his teeth scrape against your skin, and you said weakly, “You’re really good at that.”

Brian didn’t respond, flipping you over again and, before you barely even had time to register what had happened, he was fucking you hard into the mattress, slow and deep. You clutched onto him, overwhelmed by how good it felt, begging him to keep going, to fuck you harder, to come for you. You coasted on the edge of coming, the sweet spot of feeling both heady with arousal and unable to orgasm, and you clenched around Brian, making him curse and ram into you. He paused only momentarily to kiss you, and you smoothed his sweat-dampened curls from his face, and then he was fucking you again, chasing his release, and you wanted nothing more than to see his face when he came, to hear the sounds he would make. You bit into his shoulder, and his movements grew erratic, so you bit into his neck, then his shoulder again, and he moaned your name as he came. You pulled back and kissed him, smoothing back his hair again, and he ducked his head, kissing your neck. You shuddered, your body begging for more, and then Brian was answering what you’d never asked for, his fingers circling your clit, his lips pressing kisses down your neck, murmuring encouragements into your skin. You whined, feeling so sensitive but so desperate at the same time, and it didn’t take long for you to come, warmth washing over you.

Only then did Brian pull out of you and flop onto his back, beside you, and you both took a moment to breathe. You turned your head to look at him, and he turned his head to look at you, and you were both panting, beaming. You chuckled. “So that happened.”

Brian nodded. “Yeah. Wow. It really did.”

“And?” you said. “Did it live up to the hype?”

Brian shook his head, rolling his eyes at your phrasing. “Yes,” he said simply. “Exceeded it.”

“I’d have to say the same,” you said. You rolled onto your side, smoothing a hand over his stomach. “If I’m being honest.”

Brian’s hand moved to rest on top of yours. “Well, honesty is all I could ask for.”

You snuggled up closer to him, kissing his shoulder.

There was another moment of silence, and then Brian was getting to his feet with a groan, discarding the condom in the bin.

You sighed. “I’m exhausted now.”

“Yeah?” Brian said, looking unimpressed. “You’re exhausted?”

You played along, nodding. “Oh, yeah. I came three times tonight, you know.”

Brian crawled over you. “You did, did you?” He dropped a kiss to your lips. “And who made you come, hm?”

“No one important,” you said airily, and Brian nipped at your lips.

“You’re insufferable,” he said, kissing you again.

You hummed against his mouth in agreement, nodding, and you could feel him smile.

He broke away. “If you give me five minutes to catch my breath, I could arrange for you to come a few more times, if you’re interested,” he said.

You looked at him bewilderedly. “You’re not serious?”

He shrugged. “I’m serious if you want me to be.”

You considered it. “All right. Since we’re clearly going all-in here, I’ll take you up on the offer. If — I get to suck your dick tonight. I’m talking serious dick-sucking. Your brain is gonna melt out of your ears.”

Brian grinned. “Sounds good to me.” He sat back. “Are you thirsty? I’ll get us some water.”

“Yeah, all right,” you said. Brian climbed off the bed, pulled on his boxers, and disappeared around the corner.

You stared at the ceiling, taking the opportunity to figure out your thoughts. You and Brian had just slept together. You and Brian. The same Brian you’d been pining over for months. Your friend, your study buddy, your crush.

Tonight had been amazing. And it was going to continue to be amazing, until you were both just about dead from exhaustion, by the sounds of it.

But was tonight where it ended? Were you just an outlet for Brian? He’d said he’d wanted you for a long time, but were you just someone he thought was hot, and just wanted to bang? What was the next step? Was there going to be a next step? Should you expect one, or was that too much?

Brian returned with the waters, and you sat up. “Thanks,” you said as he handed you one, and you took a sip.

Brian had already drank half of his, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. You focused on your water.

After a minute or so of silence, Brian said, “Are you secretly freaking out about this as much as I am?”

You gulped down your mouthful. “A bit,” you admitted. “Why are you freaking out? You don’t... You’re not regretting it, are you?”

“No,” Brian said quickly. “God, no. Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”

You frowned. “The opposite?”

“I...” Brian hesitated. “Please don’t freak out.”

“I’m already freaking out,” you said, freaking out even more. What was he going to say? Was he going to kick you out and stop being friends with you?

“Well, uh, please don’t freak out directly in response to what I’m going to say.”

“No promises.”

Brian took a swig of water, looking like he wished it was something stronger. “I... I like you,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “More than a friend. I fancy you, really. I have for a while. But I understand if that’s not what you’re after, and I’m sorry for just being — presumptuous, I suppose. I should’ve clarified it earlier, and of course, if that’s not what you’re after, then tonight can just be a one-off, and we can forget about it, or we can laugh about it later, or whatever.”

“I like you too,” you said, and Brian’s head snapped up, and he looked so hopeful and happy that you just about died.

“You do?”

You nodded, unable to keep the grin off your face. “Yeah. Yeah, I like you.”

Brian leant forward and kissed you, almost sloshing water all over the sheets. He pulled back, gazing at you adoringly, and your heart just about stopped in your chest. You laced your fingers together, and pressed your lips to the back of his hand. It felt right, holding his hand. Like there’d been a missing puzzle piece in your life, and you’d finally found it and slotted it into place.

He set his water down on the bedside table, and then took your glass from you, putting it down beside his. “I really do hope that none of the others plan on coming home tonight,” he said, squeezing your hand. “I have a lot planned for you.”

“We’ve got time,” you said, and you couldn’t believe that it was true. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“I know,” Brian said with a shrug and a cheeky smile. “But we’ve got time now, too, don’t we?”

He tugged you over for a kiss, and you threw your arms around his neck. You knew that the boys would immediately clock what had happened when they saw you still at their place tomorrow, and the hickeys dotting your body, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter. You had Brian, and his beautiful hands and gorgeous face and wonderful dick. It was all yours now. And you weren’t ever letting it go.

#wow this was a THROWBACK to read through and edit again!#forgot how much i liked this one #mine #brian may x reader #queen fanfiction #rpf #smut

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petersasteria · 4 years

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Write Like Hamilton - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom x Author!Reader

Requested? Yes! By anon x

Hamilrequest #41

“I wrote my way out when the world turned its back on me.”

I actually really like this request! Thanks for this anon <3

P.S. there’s some truth in this one. Hint: it’s the Chris Colfer thing. Let’s just say that Y/N was based on me lmao. I’m also finding it cute that this has 1998 words hihi

Everyone has opinions about someone or something. These opinions root from an issue that went viral and spread like wildfire. Regarding the said issue, the audience may say good things or bad things. Of course those who are victims of the said issue speak out and for some reason get hate or love for it, depending on the audience. Some victims choose not to speak out and they get all the hate in the world for addressing something the audience aren’t even included in. Some victims speak out, out of nowhere and just like that, they win in the issue.

An example of that would be James Charles, who single-handedly saved his own career by releasing a video. We won’t dig deeper into that, but James really did well in that part. Of course, there were people who still hated him, but at this point, I’m sure he doesn’t care about that anymore.

Like James, you became a victim of a certain issue that sparked out of nowhere. You were a very successful author. You wrote a lot of things from short stories to novels and from poetry to children’s books. You really wanted a wide range of people reading your books and that’s why a lot of people liked you, because families can read all of your books in one household and you were proud of yourself for that.

With the money that you earned from writing, you were able to donate books to different schools around the world especially in third world countries who really needed it. You were basically an angel in the community of education.

Of course, not all people thought of that. They thought you were pretentious and that you were only doing it for publicity and money. They even had the audacity to say that you had a ghost-writer, but that was immediately debunked by your loyal readers and yourself, because you uploaded a video on your YouTube channel about the process of you writing a book.

Life went well after that. Your career was sky-rocketing and you were able to catch the attention of the world’s famous heartthrob, Tom Holland.

He tweeted you first when you were bored out of your mind and decided to take a break from writing. You thought it would be a fun idea to interact with your fans, because they deserved it after all the times they’ve supported you and backed you up. So you tweeted that you’d be doing a #AskY/N. Tom obviously had your notifications on, because he was such a fan and he got really excited when he saw that.

He wasn’t an active Twitter user and he normally wouldn’t check it, but he decided ‘fuck it, I’ll send in a question’. He wanted his question to be different from others so he asked you if you’ll be releasing a book that year.

You saw it and you were surprised that THE Spider-Man actually liked your work. You, of course, responded in a professional way: “@TomHolland1996 as a matter of fact, yes! I’ll be releasing a book this year. I’m actually working on it right now as we speak. It’s a children’s book.”

From then on, you both started talking a lot and somehow ended up dating. You’ve been dating for two years now and you loved every second of it. Both of you were really supportive in each other’s passion and career. Sometimes, he would even help you in writing a plot. In return, you would help in practicing his lines. You’d also help him and Harry with the script that they were working on.

Your life could’ve been better if it weren’t for that person on Twitter who had a lot to say about you. That person tweeted something about you stealing ideas from Chris Colfer.

Glee star. People’s Choice Award winner. Teen’s Choice Award winner. Golden Globe award winner. Screen Actors Guild Awards winner. Emmy nominated actor turned author, Chris Colfer.

The tweet went viral and most of them didn’t know how to feel. Some people didn’t know who Chris was. Some people didn’t think you were stealing ideas from him. Some people agreed with that Twitter user who started it. Some took the time to read both yours and Chris’ books that apparently had major similarities and concluded that there were none.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t cry, because if you were being honest, that situation wasn’t worth crying for. The people who knew the truth was you and the people around you who knew where your ideas are from. You were really hurt, because of the accusation made against you.

You saw what happened to James Charles after Tati Westbrook uploaded that ‘BYE SISTER’ video. He was destroyed. You knew that the issues that were brought up against you and James were very different, your situation wasn’t. It was very similar.

Like Tati’s video, the tweet came out of nowhere. In this situation, the Twitter user was Tati and you were James. You couldn’t imagine how James must’ve felt when his mentor did him dirty like that. You also couldn’t imagine how alone James felt when he lost everyone.

You decided that you’d address the situation once everyone has calmed down. Tom wanted to argue, because he was really mad. He wanted to defend you like the good boyfriend he was. After all, before he met you, he was a massive fan and he still was. He read all of your books so he had no problem defending you.

You told him that he didn’t have to, because you had it under control. Besides, he couldn’t defend you when he hasn’t read the books of Chris Colfer, himself. You told him that he should at least read one book from Chris Colfer before saying anything. Tom felt stupid, because he never even thought of that. You assured him that it was alright, though.

You were really thankful that, like you, Chris Colfer hasn’t said anything. He’s an unproblematic public figure and you wanted him to live his best life.

The storm like issue started to calm down and as promised, you addressed the issue. You didn’t want to write a really long thread on Twitter, because you wanted to express everything that was going on in your mind for the past week. You made a wise decision by speaking out about it on your blog. You wanted it to be short and simple yet concise and full of information. After that, you tweeted: “Here’s my take on the issue said against me. *insert link to your blog*”.

Tom was really proud of you for writing your way out of that messy situation single-handedly. The person who accused you publicly apologized on Twitter and of course, being the forgiving person that you were, you forgave them and decided that the past was in the past.

After reading your statement, Chris Colfer tweeted you and said that he knew what was going on, but he wanted to hear your side instead of other people. He thanked you for being honest and he even DMed you on Twitter, asking if you wanted to collaborate for a children’s book.

Hi! It’s Y/N and in this week’s topic, I’ll be talking about the issue that I was involved in. I’ve been writing since I was fourteen and it wasn’t until I was eighteen when I started REALLY writing books. I sold my first book ever and I was really happy it was a success.

Then it turned into a full-time job over the years and I couldn’t believe it. All my dreams were coming true all because I decided to write down my imaginations and turn it into books. I haven’t stopped since and I don’t plan on stopping which is why I wanted to clear my name.

Out of all my years in writing, this issue was the first to really drag my name down and I’m not proud of it. After all, who would be proud to have their name dragged around for something they didn’t do?

To those of you who are confused, I was recently accused of stealing ideas for children’s books from Mr. Chris Colfer. Specifically, my first children’s book. A Twitter user said that when they read my first children’s book, it was very similar to Chris Colfer’s ‘The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell’. I haven’t had the blessing of meeting Chris Colfer yet, but we both follow each other on Twitter. You could say that we’ve became acquaintances over the years of replying to each other’s tweets and participating in every QnA one of us tweets.

I’ve known Chris for a long time more so than he’s known me. You see, I’ve been a fan of his ever since he starred in Glee. You know, the tv show about these teens in glee club and their struggles in high school. This show has been diverse ever since the beginning and it’s one of the reasons why I love it.

Chris was the reason why I wanted to write books and publish them. I was first in line when he released his first book ‘The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell’ and it wasn’t until his third book ‘The Land of Stories: A Grimm Warning’ when I realized that I wanted to write and publish my own book. I sold my first ever book a year later and it was a success.

For those of you who really know me, you’ll know that my first book wasn’t a children’s book. My first book was a love story and it was inspired by real people and my brain just decided it would be cool to mash them all up together. Kind of like that movie Valentine’s Day.

The moment I realized that I could write a children’s book was when I babysat my niece and she asked me to tell her a bedtime story. Naturally, I picked a book from her book shelf but she told me she wanted story that was done by me. I wouldn’t tell her the story of the romance books I’ve written so, I racked my brains out to produce a story that a 6 year old could understand and like. She liked it. No, she loved it. I thought it wasn’t book worthy so after she went to sleep, I just wrote it in my drafts to include it in a short story compilation. I forgot all about it, but then a few months later, she died in a car crash. I was so heartbroken. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to grieve.

Then I remembered the story I told her, the one I made up on the spot; the one she loved. I decided that instead of crying my eyes out, I would continue writing that story. That, my friends, was how my first children’s book was born. That book was to pay homage for my 6 year old niece who would never grow up to see and feel the magic of life. That plot of that book was sincerely made on the spot and I kept making things up as I continued writing it. I’m very sure that there were no similarities from my book and Chris’ book. I know this because I’ve read ‘The Land of Stories’ a bunch of times. Maybe the magical part was the only similarity, but all kids love magic. It’s a given when you’re going to write a children’s book. Magic would be the first one to come up.

I don’t want to fight. Instead, I’ll be the bigger person. This statement is simply just addressing all the facts. I do not wish for my name or Chris’ good name to be sullied.

I’d like to end this statement by thanking Chris Colfer for inspiring me to pursue this career and Chris, if you’re reading this, I just want to tell you that I love your work and I support you and I hope we get to meet each other one day.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this.

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wow that was a long one and I loved this!! I’m really really proud of this one so I hoped y’all liked it <3

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @abrielleholland @peachmaybnx @superheroesaremytea @ella-whyte

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @marvelousell @justasmisunderstoodasloki @rubberducky-jrr @petersholland @osterfieldnholland @miraclesoflove

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shots #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #k's hamilton requests #in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 4 years

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The Novoselic Revolution: Post Arc Discussion.

//For those who are confused about the existance of this post in particular, sit tight and let me explain.

//This post doubles as an important announcement in regards to my upload schedule. Stay tuned to find out more.

//This might be something that I’m going to make a habit of in the future. I’ve decided that from here on out, once I finish a story arc, I’m going to have a quick post debriefing and going over all of the important points, or at least the one’s that I consider important, and giving my personal thoughts and feelings on them as the mod and writer of this ask blog and it’s story.

//Firstly though, here’s the important info.

//One or two of you may have caught that short post about me going on hiatus before I deleted it. If you did...then just ignore it. I won’t be making any posts tonight, other than the story one from earlier and this one, but there is a reason for this decision.

//As I mentioned to one anon in a previous post, I’m usually pretty unbusy, as I only go to college on three days a week, being Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

//Tuesdays are long days for me, so from now on, you won’t be seeing any uploads on Tuesday’s. Since I’m from England, I don’t know what that would be Pacific Standard time, but at least you know now.

//Moving on, like I said, you’ll be seeing these posts at the end of each arc. Certain topics will be covered here in regards to plot points and characters of the arc, and how I personally feel like I executed them in the end.

//I’m the type of writer who can be critical of my own writing. That is something I find to be a good thing.

//Moving on, let’s get started.

Bringing a conclusion to unfinished plot-points:

Angie is the “main antagonist” of this arc, and as a character on her own, she’s someone who I’ve never exactly been fond of. Her actions during the killing game, as well as just how she portrays herself, I liked at first, but then slowly but surely got less interested in as time went on.

Her inclusion as a character in this series, not just as a “villain” but in general, was pretty important. Angie suffers from the curse of being a Chapter 3 victim who was going through an arc, that her death cuts short. Though her motivations for doing what she did in the killing game are slightly different here, I still felt like giving her a central role in this arc would be a good way to round up that conflict, as well as being able to redeem herself in the end after it’s revealed that she fell victim to a brainwashing not unlike her own. Tenko and Himiko play a pretty big role in her arc as well, particularly Tenko in that one scene where Angie confesses that Tenko’s feelings of immense deteste towards her do not go unrequited. In the end, Tenko and Angie are able to make peace, but it’s not that easy for two people who have spited each other for such a long time to just make up on the spot, so they accept each other, but only just.

Similarly, I wanted to try and bring an end to the conflict of Game 2 Case 3. I know how many of us feel about that case, but that is another case where one of the two victims (Hiyoko in this case) gets her arc cut short. We never ever see Mikan, Hiyoko or even Ibuki apologize and come to terms with each other, even after all they’ve been through. My headcanon that I implemented into this series is Hiyoko doesn’t stop bullying Mikan and spites her for her actions, and Shuichi and Mikan are cleverly able to use this to execute the Double Agent plan. This plan, when it’s revealed, makes Hiyoko stop and reconsider things that she’s said to Mikan, and she tries to do her best to apologize and be a better person towards the poor nurse. Even if her apology was clumsy, Mikan is still forgiving, because that’s just how she is.

Double-Agent Mikan:

This was a “sub-plot” that was really fun to write. As a writer, particularly one who writes DR stories like this one, I find it to be particularly enjoying to play with the emotions of the followers.

Mikan’s “betrayal” was one I figured would hit pretty hard, and the fact that she somehow reverted back to being a remnant would hopefully shock everyone. I tried so hard to sell it too, even going as far as to make it seem like she murdered Tenko on Angie’s behalf.

Of course, in the end, Mikan ends up being a double agent, with the only other person knowing this being Shuichi. On which note, despite how I tried to sell it, I also gave as many minor hints as possible that things weren’t what they seemed. The main one was Shuichi’s behavior after Mikan was outed as a spy for Angie. I made him savage and rude, much unlike the actual Shuichi, to give everyone the impression that things weren’t right. He acts this way, for clarification, to sell to the others that Mikan wasn’t on their side, even though in any other situation, he’d probably choose to believe her.

Also, I wanted Mikan to be badass. For those who forgot, she still has that wound from when Mikihiko shot her with a crossbow arrow.

Tsumioda Side-Story:

My biggest concern with this one was how it was almost shoehorned into the story...Well, not almost, it WAS shoehorned in, but I wanted it to be a conclusion to Mikan’s character arc in this story and in the story as a whole.

For those who are curious too, Mikan will have that highlight and be bandageless for the rest of the series.

Mikihiko Koyasunaga:

As I already mentioned in a previous ask, Mikihiko is my favourite villain that has been revealed thus far. He is a snide, manipulative, cowardly, disgusting, creepy, psychopathic monster, despite his innocent appearance.

His role in the story isn’t over yet. While the previous arc’s villan, being Haiji, was relieved of any chance of a second coming thanks to a certain sword-weilding animator, Mikihiko’s got big roles to play and big shoes to fill as one of the more important members of the Zetsubou Foundation.

In the end, the way he turned out was almost like Kokichi if Kokichi was sort of the reverse. While Kokichi actually has strong, heroic morals, but lies about them and pretends to be evil, Mikihiko lies about having conviction, beliefs and heroic ideals, when in reality, he is just plain nasty, and wants nothing more than to see everyone around him, friend or foe, to suffer.

His backstory as briefly mentioned here, is his reason why he has no faith or praise for humanity, and only ever finds solace in his puppets. Despite owing a lot to Zetsubou, Mikihiko doesn’t even trust his peers. To him, if you’re alive, you should suffer, and he’s always gonna hit you where it hurts. He’ll torture you, kill you, or worse, if it means you’ll feel the worst kind of suffering you can...

...and he will get off on watching your pained face.

The Conclusion:

This is the part I’m most worried about. There’s not a lot I can say about the arcs ending as a whole.

I managed to get everything I wanted wrapped up in the end, with apologies, proposals, and so much more. This arc is not my favorite out of all the one’s I’ve wrote so far, but it’s up there. In the end, how I feel about it doesn’t matter, it’s all down to you all and your opinions.

//Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. It would really mean a lot to me if you’d take my thoughts to heart, and keep asking the gang any questions that you want. I’ll do my absolute best to answer them, so I’ll see you again in the near future.

-Mod

#danganronpa survivor #novoselic revolution arc #post arc discussion #important notice

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chupitulpa · 4 years

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It's me again, permaswitch guy.

TW: depression, suicide

The same anon from the last post asked:

Hey, thanks for your reply and for uploading it so fast. I come here to answer your reply and add a little something after.

First of all thank you for your acceptance and kindness, as a tulpamancer but also as a depressed person. Come to think of it it is ridiculous how long we took to reach this point, over 6 times longer than most, but then it’s logic too because of how randomly I forced over time. To lazy or extremely lazy hosts, there is hope. I don’t encourage laziness on anyone of course, but you can still achieve progress if you give it enough time. This may sound counterproductive, but trying so badly can cause a lot of stress and doubts, while giving your brain time to accomodate to a new mindset might be helpful. Ideally hosts should find a balance between forcing and letting the mindset in.

Next let me talk about your proposed alternative solutions. I find it strange that you encourage me to step further into my comfort zone. It’s probably because I haven’t told you anything, but this is already what I’m doing as much as I can and I keep being told this is only making things worse because I have to step out of it to make changes and go anywhere in my life. However in contrast, you think more like me. I’m so much going into my comfort zone that I’m avoiding talking to anyone or leaving home ever. May expand on it later. About groups to fit in: I don’t work well on 1-to-1, leave alone on groups. That’s why I prefer being away of tulpa Discord servers. I always go unnoticed and/or misunderstood. Looking for friends or relationship outside of our system is something I’ve finally given up on, after continuous failures. May expand on it later. Lastly I’ve been to therapists for almost all my life and while this sounds like nonsense, they and medications have never proven to help me personally. I find a simple talk with my tulpa to be much better than years of medication and therapists.

Before I go with the last issue I’d like to say that unlike many would think I have morals too, so yeah, it’s probably a better idea for us to switch than for me to create another tulpa yet for the sake of switching.

Now, I’ve had this issue going on for my entire life and specially since 2020. This is not strictly related to tulpamancy but I think many tulpas will be able to relate to this, unlike most hosts. I, however, am host, and am dealing with this.

Many people like to think of themselves as something else than humans or even feel as if they were also something else. Most notably the furry community, which I’ve been interacting with for years, is full of people who besides humans would like to be a fursona, or even feel more as if they were their fursona than a human. I, however, take this to the next level. I have been both unvoluntarily and voluntarily distancing myself from the concept “human”. It is not something positive to me being one. As such I’ve been suffering of “species dysphoria”, or am trans-species. I bet many many tulpas who have fronted have had this issue if they weren’t made after humans to begin with. However I cannot say the same for hosts. Indeed I’m the only host I know so far who thinks they aren’t human and would rather be some yellow dragon drawn by a furry artist. This issue is easily fixed with a switch. Not saying I’m switching because of this, but it is something nice knowing that I can stop being trapped in a human body and just be myself. Believe me, species dysphoria can get to the same points or even worse than gender dysphoria. Fortunately I never had the latter. So maybe now you understand why I am isolating myself too.

Looking back at my old asks here now I know much more about tulpas than I used to back then. Yeah I’m happy we made progress too, but I wish things would have been different. I wish I could be more consistent and this wouldn’t have took or take nearly as long. Not only for seeing it as a chore, but also because we run out of time to survive. Some pressure to live on. Thanks to my tulpa I’m more hopeful and relaxed, and we’re trying our best to delay another suicide attempt for as long as we can. But we can’t do that forever so ultimately it’ll happen. Thanks to him I also think about it twice since now it’s two of us.

Say, may I ask if you’re religious? What do people tend to think on tulpa afterlife? It’s not a topic you hear much about in the community.

Oh I almost forgot. I want to get rid of this life, the human life, 100%. This means after switch I don’t care what happens on this side. Giving the fronter full permission to do as wanted, as opposed to other cases where the original host wanted to leave but also still cared about their human body’s life, bringing unnecessary worry and ultimately a regret of permanent switch. I think this is something important. I always think of this life as a burden that was put on me, and have been despising it since 2008. As such, I see my parents in the same eyes as you would see a tulpamancer who creates a tulpa solely to have them switch. Totally unacceptable behaviours. Of course, I understand a child can never choose to be born or not, while a tulpa can choose whether to switch or not. But my parents could have refrained from having a son in the first place, specially if they were going to be neglectful parents. This world is one unjust place.

My reply:

Don't worry about how long it took to get there. Some people barely force at all and have a talking tulpa in a day or two. Others work at it for years before hearing a peep. Laziness happens too and definitely contributes. Stress, doubts, laziness and working too hard at it can all produce slower progress. And depression contributes to all of the above as well.

As a depressed and socially awkward person, I have to say I can relate to the urge not to go out or talk to people. The current situation in 2020 has not helped either. Like you, I didn't get a whole lot out of meds or talk therapy. Tulpa stuff does help a great deal, but I keep falling off it and back into the awful depression.

I do think that full isolation isn't healthy. However, as far as I can tell, this doesn't seem to apply as much to tulpas if the host/whoever is fronting interacts with people some. Whether the tulpas are fully active and thinking or just snoozing in the background, they seem to benefit from the interaction the same way the host/fronter does. Or at least that's our experience. I don't know whether it works like that because they're in the background experiencing it to some degree, or if it affects something that's shared between all of us; my tulpas seem to think it's a combination of the two.

If the tulpa you already made is able and willing to try switching, give it a shot. I don't know how many other tulpa systems this applies to, but I think there's a special bond between the original host and their first tulpa: You discovered all the stuff you know about tulpamancy together, encountered and overcame the obstacles together, and discovered a lot about your minds together. If he's unable, doesn't want to, or tries it and decides it's not for him, you could (together!) try making another. But be sure to value them as a person and friend first and foremost, and emphasize that the switching thing is entirely optional.

I actually know more than one person who, for one reason or another, wishes that they would wake up in a world where they're a dragon, pony, canine, etc. The species dysphoria is certainly tied in with depression one way or another though I'm not sure which starts first. I can see why you won't care to interact with humans if you don't identify with or relate to them.

I am not religious. If there is an afterlife though, I would certainly want to be together with my tulpas in it. I haven't seen a lot of discussion on it, particularly since I've really just been involved with Tulpa.info which takes a secular, scientific viewpoint.

I'm curious. What would you like to do after switching? Be basically like a tulpa, doing your own thing in your wonderland and interacting with the new fronter when he has time?

Since you mention suicide, I feel obligated to mention the crisis text line. Text HOME to 741741 (US), 85258 (UK) or 686868 (Canada) to start a chat with an understanding person who can help you through your moment of crisis. I know people who have used it and they had positive experiences. Or there's 1-800-273-8255 (US) if you'd rather talk. Or a list of similar services in more countries than I can count.

#submission #question #tulpa #tulpae #tulpas

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ihavenobread · 5 years

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hello um?? ur like the only one im not too anxious to ask rn so sorry if ur not the best person to come to but how do you suggest i start watching n getting into hermitcraft?? and what would i need to know before starting,,

of course anon!! i’m kind of out of the hermitcraft fandom bc of stuff but i defiantly got some tips and tricks to help you out! also sorry i was a bit delayed in answering this, i have no excuse except that i am a lazy bitch.

I’m 1000% suggesting you to start with season 6, since that’s where the fandom is at right now, but, hey, I can’t control you.

At this point, you’re going to be watching at least 30 episodes to get caught up with one of the hermits because of how long season 6 has been going on for. A lot of people would suggest to start at the hermitcraft recap, and while I love the recap to death, it doesn’t seem like a very good way to get into hermitcraft. I’m going to suggest you start with watching and catching up with one of the hermits, and if you’re hungry for more content, then go check out the recap. This is because you at least have a foot hold in what exactly is going on in hermitcraft instead of all these names flying at you in rapid speed without much time to process.

I personally started with Grian because i binge watched his build swap and evo series and was hungry for more content. I basically suggest to everyone who wants to get into hermitcraft to start with him because 1.) he is the most recent hermit to be added and watching him from the start doesn’t mean going back into years of content and 2.) because his videos are more... edited? i’m not sure how to describe it except for that it caters to people with shorter attention spans by being much more to the point. He rarely does any kind of grinding in his videos so it cuts out the bits that could become boring to some. I’m not bashing any of the hermits who do grind on camera, i love all of these funky crafters, but it’s understandable that not everyone is into that stuff. But, he does have 80 videos of hermitcraft at the moment of me writing this, which is defiantly not the most, but there are people with less.

If you watch Grian, you’ll most likely branch off to some other hermits he collabed with, which is what happened to me and the majority of others who watch Grian.

If you’re looking for someone with a whole lot less content of season 6, I would suggest Zedaph. Zedaph has 32 videos and uploads kind of sporadically? It seems like he tries to do it at least once of week, but with no set day and he misses weeks. He’s a really funny guy and is really wholesome to watch? I would 100% suggest him for anyone who just wants to dip their toes into hermitcraft.

These are the two people who I always suggest starting with for those reasons? I know people suggest every single hermit, but it can get over whelming so I go with these based on how I got into hermitcraft.

There also is a little but of lore for hermitcraft? But nothing that you REALLY need to know when starting- I sure as hell didn’t know. But! I will link some helpful video/short explanations for things that will probably pop up :o!

The Convex/Concorp is a business(?) run by two members of the server named GoodtimeswithScar and Cubfan135. This group was started back in season 5, but there’s nothing really to know except that their icon is the Vex (a mob found in the forest mansions). They also had a chapel, created by fellow member Welsknight, which they stole and turned into a shrine to High Priest of the Vex, Mr. Wololo - an illusioner which they “tamed” but putting a piece of glass in his head to prevent him from seeing. Wow, i just realized how brutal that sounds, even with context.

Currently, they are the capitalist overlords of the server, having shops for basically everything and being the richest on the server.

The New Hermit Order (the nHo) is another group created in season 5. You won’t really hear much about them unless you watch Docm77. This was a group that claimed a huge jungle biome and consisted of Docm77, Ethoslab, Vintage Beef, and BdoubleO.

I can’t really offer much of an explanation from season 5 since I’ve only seen a couple episodes and I haven’t really been motivated to watch it, so sorry about my bare bones explanation.

Here is an explantation by the Recap boys which provide so much more context than I ever could about the nHo.

There’s also Worm Man - the server’s resident superhero in season 5, who hasn’t really been seen in season 6. You can see him in Zedaph’s season 5 videos with a little pink mask in the top right corner of the thumbnail.

Evil Xisuma is the edgy oc of Xisumavoid. Xisuma is one of original hermits on the server along with Joe Hills (who is still active this season) and Biffa2001 (who is no longer active this season, but will most likely rejoin back in season 7). Evil X’s goal is to destroy the hermitcraft server, which he keeps failing at because he literally not hurt a fly. Who let this child have eyeliner and an edge lord complex.

Here is a playlist of all the times Evil X has made an appearance.

The rest of the “lore” you will learn just by watching season 6 so I’m not going to really talk about it.

So I hope this explanation helps anon!! I’ve defiantly missed stuff, but I feel like I’ve helped?? Hopefully?????

HERE is a link to the official hermitcraft website which lists all the members, both active and inactive.

LAST MINUTE EDIT!!!

I forgot about the amazing flow chart that was created. It helps you find some hermits to watch if you’re looking for more to watch!

HERE it is, it’s so fucking amazing I applaud the creator of this because this shit is so fucking nice

And that’s all I have to say! Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

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web-of-fics · 5 years

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Requested by: anon (Can you do one where peter gets insanely jealous and it pushes him to confess his feelings pretty please?)

Starring: Peter Parker x reader, Flash

Fandom: MCU

Warnings: angst ➡️ fluff

Summary: After reader helps Flash with an assignment, Peter can’t help but reveal his true feelings.

Words: 2158

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“Hey, so something came up that I have to go take care of really quick but then we can study right afterwards,” Peter said, sidling up to your locker at the end of the day.

You lifted your textbooks and slammed your locker shut. You turned to him.

“I’m so sorry Peter,” you sighed, “I forgot to tell you but I promised Flash I’d help him with his photography assignment after school.”

“Oh,” he nodded, “yeah, that-that’s fine. That’s okay.”

You never knew anyone to have a more readable face than Peter Parker, and you were reminded of this fact as his expression deflated.

“Is... is it for the lighting assignment?” he asked.

“Um, yeah,” you said, remembering then that Peter had already taken that class. “I guess he’ll have to use different kinds of flash for it won’t he?” you added, hoping your lame joke might lighten Peter’s spirits. You hated seeing your friend lose his enthusiasm. And you despised being the one who caused that.

“It shouldn’t take too long,” you said quickly, trying to get rid of the look on his face. “You can still come over after dinner so we can study. I’ll text you when I’m headed home.”

He nodded glumly. “Yeah, that... that sounds good. I’ll see you later, y/n. H-have fun with Flash,” he said as he shouldered his backpack and walked away.

You zipped your own bag shut just as Flash sauntered up to the other side of your locker.

“Sup y/n,” he said, “Parker bothering you?”

“Nope,” you said curtly, “he just reminded me about a test tomorrow actually, so I don’t have a lot of time to help you with this.”

“All right,” he said, swinging his car keys from his finger, “then let’s get outta here.”

- - - - - -

Instead of going to a vacant park or someone’s house to do the project like most of your classmates, Flash drove you both to the middle of the city, where you wandered around until you found the perfect location. It took the form of a narrow, brick-walled alley situated between a restaurant and a bar. The opening wasn’t blocked by dumpsters and it didn’t possess questionable-smelling puddles like the majority of New York alleyways. It was even brightly lit by a string of yellow lights that zigzagged along an overhanging outdoor patio that extended from the second floor of the restaurant. A group of people stood smoking at the alleyway’s mouth, but maneuvered far enough down the narrow stretch until you were out of earshot of anyone milling about outside.

Flash directed you about where to stand and how to pose as he snapped away with a large Nikon. For the most part, you obeyed--only objecting when he suggested poses that would surely get you both kicked out of school. Even though he was kidding, your distaste for him grew stronger and you wondered why you hadn’t just refused him to begin with. Sometimes you really hated being such a people-pleaser, but at the same time you couldn’t help it.

“Make sure you send these to me,” you said as Flash took a break to look through all the photos he just took.

He nodded, zooming in and out of pictures as he debated whether he needed to retake any of them.

A yell pierced through the chatter of outdoor bar patrons, causing you both to look up. Bodies had lined the sidewalk shoulder-to-shoulder, surrounding what you could only assume was a bar fight.

Flash ran up to the onlookers, eagerly joining the crowd. Reluctantly, you followed. You weren’t sure who started the fight, but at that moment you recognized the person who was about to end it as he swooped down from thin air, clad in a red-and-blue jumpsuit.

Spider-Man.

He succeeded in breaking up the fight, but had trouble convincing the crowd to disperse. Once the police showed up a few moments later, however, suddenly everyone was eager to vacate the streets.

“Hey,” Spider-Man said in a gruff voice, pointing directly at you, “you better get home before you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time again, got that?”

“Yes sir,” you said. Grateful for such a solid excuse, you wished Flash luck on the rest of his project and told him you’d see him later.

You laughed to yourself as you escaped into the streets toward your apartment.

- - - - - -

It was dark out by the time you returned home. You immediately went to scrub your makeup off in the bathroom, slathering your face with cleanser and water before patting it dry on a yellow towel.

You collapsed facedown on your couch and pulled a blanket over your head, wishing sleep would consume you so you wouldn’t have to do anything else that night. You wondered if other people felt this drained after hanging out with someone like Flash for an extended period of time.

The thought that you could have spent that time with Peter crossed your mind.

Peter.

You rolled onto your side and dug your phone out from where it was wedged in your pocket. Your eyes adjusted to the screen and you saw you had several texts and a missed call, all from Peter. Was everything okay? You skimmed his messages. It seemed like was just checking up on you. Six different times. Seven if you count the missed call. You tapped his picture.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, y/n!” he said breathlessly.

“Hi Peter,” you replied, “sorry I didn’t see your messages until now. I haven’t done any studying yet if you still wanted to come over. I could use the help.” And your company, you thought.

“Yeah, I’m actually in the neighborhood so I’ll be there in a few seconds,” Peter said and disconnected. A loud thud was followed shortly by a knock at your door.

You yelled to him that it was unlocked.

“Y/n?” he called as he entered the room.

You stuck your free hand in the air so he could see you. He walked over and sat at the opposite end of the couch.

“Are you okay?” he said.

You sat up, surprised to see the level of concern etched on his face. You folded your legs underneath you.

“Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” you said. You tried to read his face. “Why are you so sweaty?” you added.

Automatically, he drew a hand to his face.

“Oh, uh, I went for a run.”

"Did you run all the way here?” you teased.

“Yeah,” he said. “The weather is good. For it. Running.”

“Mmm,” you mused. Your phone buzzed. You saw that Flash was sending you pictures from tonight.

“No backpack,” you said to Peter as you fired off a quick thank-you text, “how are you going to study without the textbook?” you pointed out.

A crease had formed between his brows and he was at a loss for words.

You laughed, “relax! I have mine. I’m just teasing you. I’m jealous actually. I wish I could run all the way here from Queens.”

He laughed nervously but his brows remained furrowed.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, suddenly aware he hadn’t smiled since setting foot in your apartment, which was entirely unlike the bubbly Peter you knew.

He shrugged.

“I-yeah, maybe. Kind of. Okay, yeah,” he decided.

“What is it?” you said, turning your full attention onto him.

He took a deep breath.

Your phone buzzed again. Flash’s face lit up the screen.

“Do you need to take that?” Peter said, frowning now.

You looked between your phone and his expression.

“No,” you said, declining the phone call and chucking your phone clear across the room where it bounced safely into a cushioned chair.

Peter didn’t even crack a smile.

“Peter, talk to me!”

Instead, he got up as if he was deciding whether to walk away. He shook his head.

“Sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“I should be getting home. It’s getting late.”

“Peter, it’s eight o’clock.”

“Yeah but,” he stopped meeting your eyes, “I’m interrupting you and Flash. I get it. I’ll head home.”

What on earth was he talking about? You stood and followed him, attempting to force him to meet your eyes again.

“Interrupting us how? He’s not even here!”

Peter looked at your phone, but he might as well have held it up in front of you, pointed at it, and yelled: “Flash is clearly into you! Who wouldn’t be? I’m sure you can’t wait for me to leave so you can call him back and stay up all night on the phone with him.”

“Peter, listen to me,” you said, understanding his thought process for the first time. His jaw was tense and he continued to look past you instead of at you. “I don’t like Flash,” you said. “Look at me!”

He did.

“I don’t like him,” you repeated, shaking your head now, “actually, I like him even less than I did before, which wasn’t much to begin with.”

“Then why did you want to hang out with him?” Peter said quietly, looking at his feet.

“I don’t know!” you exploded. “Because I’m a nice person! He asked me during class and saying ‘no’ wasn’t really an option with everyone looking at me.”

“Sure it was,” Peter said at a volume barely above a whisper.

“Now it is,” you agreed, “because I would rather remove my own face than spend another minute with him. Or talking about him,” you huffed. “Can you just be normal so we can go study please? I seriously haven’t looked at my notes since I wrote them.”

“Then why is he still texting and calling you?” Peter said.

You sighed and in an exaggerated motion, unlocked you phone and swiped through the pictures he sent of you.

“I just asked him to send me the pictures he took of me. I figured I might as well get something out of the whole deal, so I was going to upload them to my profiles. Happy?” you snapped as he stared at the screen.

Peter’s face softened.

“What?” you asked again, exasperated.

“I just-” he paused. “Those pictures turned out really well,” he said.

“Thanks,” you grumbled, pocketing your phone and unloading your backpack on the coffee table. “If you don’t want to help me study, that’s fine, but please just go home instead of arguing with me any more about this, okay?” you said.

His face melted. “No, y/n I didn’t mean to-I’m really sorry. I was just really worried for you. That’s all. I don’t want to argue about anything.”

“Great,” you said, dropping back down onto the couch.

Peter sat carefully next to you.

“I just-”

“What, Peter?” you said, preparing to kick him out.

“I really like you y/n.”

“I like you too.”

“No, I mean that I... have feelings for you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he looked at you sideways. “I’m sorry that it came out mean but I really really hate Flash and I really really like you, so.”

You blinked.

“What a coincidence. I hate him too. You know, the whole time I was helping him I kept thinking about how much more fun I would’ve had just sitting here and studying with you.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Peter turned to your notes, thinking you were hinting at moving the conversation along in favor of exam preparation.

“No,” you turned his chin back to face you. “I’m trying to tell you that I have feelings for you too, Peter Parker.”

“Oh,” he breathed.

You interrupted him with a quick kiss, pulling back to see his face turn beet-red.

That reminded you of something.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “You’ll never guess who I saw tonight!”

“Who?” Peter said distractedly.

“Spider-Man,” you said with awe. “This fight broke out on the street nearby and he appeared out of nowhere and broke it up. Then he turned to me and he was like ‘you better get home before this happens again’ or something. So I guess I really have him to thank for letting me escape you-know-who when I did,” you said lightly.

Peter finally smiled.

“That’s awesome. He sounds pretty intuitive.”

You laughed, “yes, and very unlike someone else I know,” you poked him teasingly.

His smile didn’t falter.

“C-can you show me those pictures again?” he asked shyly.

You tapped your lips. “Tell you what,” you said, opening a textbook with a thump. “I’ll text you one for every chapter we make it through tonight. How’s that?”

“Okay,” he said with a grin.

“And if I get an A-plus tomorrow I might even ask you out,” you added coyly.

Peter immediately picked up the textbook and began asking the review questions as you rattled off the answers.

- - - - - -

That night, you both slept soundly. You aced your exam the next day.

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Since I'm curious, what caused you to become very possessive of your gifs? Not out of rudeness but curious, since no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr which automatically credits you at the bottom of the gif.

Hey. Tbh, at first I didn’t wanna bother with yet another anon but since I see no ill intent behind this, I decided to go and answer it. Unfortunately, half-way through I realised my reply is turning into incredibly long semi-bitter rant and expands well beyond calling out just one person in Psychonauts fandom (and yes, this is related to Psychonauts fandom – you do know that these anons are not really that anonymous, right?) so… buckle up! All that beneath “read more”.

I’ve been on this hellsite for like…7-8 years? Maybe more? Can’t really tell cause I moved blogs and my old blog now consists of only 4 posts I’ve made close to leaving so I honestly have no idea how much time I’ve spend here before moving. Anyway, during those few years I’ve spent on my first blog I’ve met a lot of creative gifmakers who enjoyed sharing their love for fandoms they were in. I’d like to point out that this was waaaaay before tumblr created that insert-gif option so, back in the day, the only way to add gifs to your post was to: 1. make them yourself 2. take them from someone else. And a lot of people were taking them from someone else which resulted in many gifmakers giving up on making gifs and leaving fandoms and/or even leaving tumblr – and I’ve had many of my friends give up on what they love and have their games/shows/movies/whatnot ruined for them cause people would not stop stealing from them. And many of my friends eventually left tumblr cause they couldn’t deal with it anymore.

Tumblr adding insert-gif option, in my opinion, honestly, just made it worse for gifmakers. Cause now people had the opportunity to use gifs for their posts, with or without creators’ permission/knowledge, but it was alright and it was perfectly fine cause creators were credited. There’s their name at the bottom. It’s alright. Like… it doesn’t matter if they’re actually okay with people using something they’ve put hours into making or if they’re not – tumblr gives them credit so they SHOULD be okay with it. Simple as that.

Well, we’re all different and some people are not okay with that. I’m not okay with that. It took me weeks to figure out how to use photoshop correctly. Took me countless hours of looking through different tutorials and basically trial-and-error-ing my way through the process. Whenever I make gifs, it takes me hours to record videos and then hours trying to achieve that 3mb limit on gifs (thank lord these days we’re beyond 1mb limit). After all that effort I put into creating gifs for games that I love and enjoy, someone is going to make 2 clicks and have that same gif added to their post, without even asking. So how is that okay?

Back to your question. Yes, “no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr”, that is true and that is something I was aware of when I saw you-know-who announcing they would be starting 30 days Psychonauts challenge. So, hating to see my gifs used against my will, and not wanting to start any unnecessary drama and threaten people in advance with reporting them if they do use them, I’ve made my blog as private as I could. It was only accessible through the dashboard, it was not showing in ANY search engines inside and outside tumblr, and my gifs were impossible to find through insert-gif function – I’ve made sure. I did all that cause I just knew that during those 30 days, someone would use my gifs and I would get mad and I desperately wanted to avoid that (hence going extreme). And you know what happened? You know what creator of this challenge (who prevously already reposted my gifs) did? *drums* They used my shit anyway. :3 They just uploaded it from their computer, where they’ve saved it earlier.

And like… a lot of people see pretty pic and decide to save it - I mean, we all do that. Heck, even I have a folder full of shit I saw online and liked it – but i’m not uploading it online cause I haven’t made it. It’s not mine to share.

But some people are not like that.

Some people see fanart of something they like and they want to share their opinion on it – and instead of making their own post, maybe drawing the fanart themselves, they decide to use someone else’s art for their post. Do they know who made it? Do they have creator’s permission to share it? If the answer is NO, then they should be a decent human being and not do that to creators. Oh, they shared it anyway but now people in fandom are calling them out BUT this actually happened on accident? They know who the creator is but, somehow, they accidentally forgot to credit them? OK, well, it’s possible, shit happens, but they better make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Then sometime later these same people decide they want to make a post appreciating their fav character and they want to include pics cause duh, you can’t have character appreciation post without pics, right? Now they have several options: they can get their own screenshots, make their own gifs, maybe draw something… or they can just take someone else’s creation. Do they know who made it? Well there’s my fuckin name on it, and since they’ve stretched it from 245 to 500px, it’s really hard to miss, plus it’s not like there are that many people making Psychonauts gifs. Do they have permission to share it? Hmmm, nope, didn’t ask me. Is this also an accident? Could be. I mean, I’ve seen stranger things happen, so accidentally forgetting to credit content creators twice… kinda suspicious but still possible. Who am I to say?

Now if these people then decide to make a post appreciating their fav ship and they want to add a cute pic of the loving couple – yup, you guessed it! They can either create something or take something. Again: they know who did? They asked for permission? Got the permission? No?!?! But they posted it anyway?!?! :o Could it really be, that after being called out publicly, after being told that reposting is bad (something that’s very easy to understand), after even having tumblr staff intervene and remove stolen shit from their blog, after all that - could it really still be an accident?

Nah, man.

They just don’t give a shit.

Cause if they did, they’d stop with that crap first time they were called out.

(and if you think Psychonauts fandom is their only fandom and that they’re not doing this crap in other fandoms too - hoooo, boy, do I have some bad news for you! Do you know how many stolen and butchered HP fanart is on their blog? Hobbit stuff? They seem to be one of the most accident-prone users on tumblr. And honestly - it’s a real miracle their blog’s not been terminated.)

Back to what I was talking about - I’m not okay with people using my gifs and I’ve made it very clear. I literally do not give a shit if I’m credited or not, I’ve made it very clear that I don’t want my gifs used without my permission. If you like them and want them on your blog, there’s a fuckin reblog button. It’s sole purpose is to allow you to share other people’s creations. Or shitposts, cause lord knows we all love those.

So that’s why when someone spends hours going through my Psychonauts tag and goes as far as to send me “I love your gifs” anonymous message, but the very next day makes stim moodboard post including one of my gifs, now cut and resized to fit 3x3 format they’re going with, I get mad. And that’s why when someone uses one of my gifs to promote their RP blog, butchering it to fit their aesthetics, and later when confronted going as far as blaming their good friend on it cause god! they’ve had no idea it wasn’t theirs, I get mad. (makes you wonder though: if they friend has such skills, why not making them gifs themselves?)

Like…. I’ve had my gifs stolen plenty of times. I’ve had them stolen for roleplaying, for headers, for imagines, just for notes… I’ve had them stolen by people claiming to run official fan sites (that’s a real wild story but I won’t get into that now)… I’ve seen them on pinterest, weheartit, FB, all those random gif sites… and I’ve seen EVERY. POSSIBLE. EXCUSE. ranging from: “well i found it on google so why should i credit you” “lol dunno who made this but its pretty so im posting it” “ive had it on my computer for years so i don’t remember where i got it from” “i dont know how to make gifs so im using weheartit as a source” “credit to whoever made this” (that’s my fav) to “its just a gif so who gives a shit” (it’s not – it’s hours of creator’s time and lots of love that you’re now shitting on so thanks) and “i have an /illness/ and getting notes makes me feel better so dont u dare blame me for stealing” (I don’t remember exact excuse but it was something along those lines and like… how do you even respond to something that without looking like an asshole?).

And sometimes it really is just an accident. Sometimes people really do forget to credit you and/or ask you for permission. And I’ve had my fair share of those accidents. People in Psychonauts fandom have been using my gifs for various crap but, when approached, they’ve removed it and apologised. And it’s something I really appreciate. (if they actually bother reading this and they recognise themselves: i’m really grateful and thank you for not being an ass)

But you know what I don’t appreciate? People making a call out posts about me, asking about my gifs when they know very well they’re the main reasons why I’m not making those gifs anymore, at the same time failing to address any of the issues I have with them and instead rather explaining to others what happened BUT explaining only the parts that make me look like a villain cause how I even dare be mad about them stealing? How I even dare call them out on it? That is so ridiculous and criminal of me, and it’s so so sooooo bad that they need to call me out. I deserve to be called out by the very same person who’s been stealing my shit.

And their explanation is…well… it’s something.

They were sympathetic and polite? When did this happen? Did I completely missed that part? Please someone fuckin enlighten me with such post/message where they expressed their sympathy and politeness and I’ll apologise right this second.

I told them to “literally fuck off”? Yeah, that did happen, I admit that. Did they bother explaining why I told them to fuck off in the first place? Did they say they were caught stealing from me and had tumblr stuff remove my shit from their blog? Did they get into details of how they demanded the proof of my so very wild and obviously false claims but then when I showed it, they just deleted that “how dare u call me out cause I would never do such thing” post? No, they didn’t and geee, I really wonder why.

Instead, what did they choose to address? Out of all the things I’ve said. Hm? What did they choose? Me telling them to fuck off. Me dropping the F-bomb on them, rudely rejecting their obvious kindness and politeness. Nothing else.

Back to what I was talking about before I got derailed again: no, I’m not mad cause this person used my gifs without crediting me. I mean – I am, but that’s not my main issue with them (and they know it). My main issue is that this is someone who will continuously lie and steal and still deny any of it, even when there’s plenty of proof (and you can always count on me to show up with proof tbh), and then go as far as to publicly ask about my gifs and try to call me out. Like me getting mad that something I’ve put hours of work into, and something I’ve made cause I love the game and I want to share my love and appreciation for it, is now being shared against my will and my knowledge - like me getting mad over something like that is so unreasonable that they need to make an entire post about it while pretending they have absolutely no idea why I’m even mad and why we have issues.

And I have every fucking right to be mad. 3 times is not an accident. 2 times to the same person is not an accident. They know it. But yeah, playing stupid is their defense so it’s not like I expected them to actually address their actions this time either.

And you know what? Just because I swear a lot doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Doesn’t mean there’s no solid ground for my claims. People on tumblr have always been and always will be stealing shit. Sometimes they will credit you, often they will not, and that’s just how it is, doesn’t matter if you’re okay with it or not. But that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna sit quiet and accept someone’s shitty behaviour. Especially when it’s directed at me.

TLDR: giving credit =/= having permission

but my previous posts leading to this ask were not about that

you knew that already

#psychonauts #this is a lot longer than i expected #meh #also: all those posts are now under one tag #so you don't have to check my blog 4 times per day #that hobbit reposter #my psychonauts stuff

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Lies and Discoveries Ch. 6

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You've been in a relationship with Toshinori Yagi for a while now, but you're just now realizing that he's been lying to you. Trying to get the truth out of the man is difficult when you can barely get ahold of him, let alone have a conversation with him...

A/N: For you anons! I meant to upload this last night, but forgot. Real life is hectic, and work sucks. The usual. Hope you guys like it!

Chiyo remained silent, but her silence told you enough. “It’s true, isn’t it?” you ask again, a tone of disbelief. “Who all knows?”

Finally, she sighs. “The staff knows, and that young detective from earlier.”

"…Toshinori is All Might…” you repeat quietly, still processing it. How had you not noticed?! Well, maybe you had. All the times he disappeared, or missed a date… You pull out your phone to look through any old messages you had from him. As you look through them, you see one: I was actually worried something had happened. All Might had run into you not long before you had gotten that message… he had come to check on you. He had also saved you from that explosion the day before that.

Well, the love you had felt from him made sense now.

You look up other dates he had missed. A missed dinner was a car accident that caused a pile up. A missed movie date was a villain who had taken dozens hostage… A no show was an explosion in some factory with several injured… The list went on. “Am I selfish, Chiyo?” After her confused look, you continue. “I basically told him to spend some more time with me instead of saving people…” Why hadn’t he just told you?

Her cane lightly hits your leg. “You’re not selfish. That man needs to relax a bit and quit trying to shoulder everyone’s burdens constantly. All Might is the Symbol of Peace, but sometimes I wonder if we rely on him a bit too much.”

“Do I tell him that I know?” you ask her. It was his secret to tell, even if you found out before he could tell you. Why had he wanted to keep it a secret from you after so long anyway? It wasn’t like it changed a whole lot. He was still Toshinori, albeit it, there was just another side of him you hadn’t seen yet. Should you wait for him to tell you about it? “And what if I take the job? We’d be around each other a lot more. There’s couples who can’t work together and see each other all the time, what if he-“

This time the cane hit your leg a bit harder. “That man is head over heels for you. He was also another who suggested you’d be good for the job. The two of you need to talk, but I’d let yourself have some time to process first,” she told you with a warm smile. “Definitely give him time to heal and deal with doing all his reports for the police and the school. You should also take the job, you’d be foolish not to.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Not sure; make dumb decisions probably. Now go home, and rest,” she ordered.

You did as she said, calling a cab to take you home. You hadn’t gotten a text from Toshinori yet, and you didn’t quite know what to say to text him first. Toshinori was All Might! How could you sit on this information for a while without talking to him about it?!

“Principal Nezu?” you knock on the half-opened door. It was your first day at U.A. and the principal had told you that he’d show you around so you could see the campus.

After giving the students a day off so they can rest and process what happened, everything seemed to be back to normal. Or as normal as they could get, anyway. After calling Nezu to accept the job, you had spent the day visiting the designing agency that the school used to create yourself a hero costume; together with the designers you came up with a simple jumpsuit with a bunch of hidden pockets. It had been a while since you needed a hero costume. Since what you wanted was fairly simple and you didn’t particularly want to grab attention with it, the process didn’t take too long and they’d have it within the next day or so.

You hadn’t gotten to see Toshinori or talk to him much, other than some text messages and a quick phone call or two. He was mostly in meetings between the school and with that detective, so you tried not to bother him too much even though you wanted to ask him about everything. You’d just have to be patient, something you could do… for a while anyway.

“Good morning,” the principal’s voice called as you opened the door slowly. “Give me just a second and I’ll show you around.” The mouse finished up with some papers and hopped down from his chair to walk beside you through the hallways. On the way, he hands you a map of the huge campus to help you see how many buildings and training grounds there were for the students to use. You hadn’t quite realized how big the campus was! The school had everything! While walking, Nezu asked if he could ride on your shoulder. You had noticed he would lag behind after a particularly longer walk, so you agreed. He climbed up easily after thanking you and made himself comfortable on your shoulder to point at interesting buildings and areas.

“So, what am I going to start with?” you ask him.

“It’s almost lunch, but if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to head over to Class 1-A to sense the students afterwards. I want to make sure none of them are scared. While we try to prepare them for what can happen out in the real world, they are still first years; I want to make sure they feel safe here at U.A.”

The two of you make it through the campus, ending in the cafeteria where he shows you where to order your food should you want to. The teachers and staff had a special counter, so they wouldn’t have to wait for all the students to get through their lines.

“They should have some hero training to do in one of the training facilities after a quick meeting with their teacher,” Principal Nezu continued. “I’ll send you a schedule of the classes and the faculty by the end of the day. If you need anything, come by my office and I’ll help. I’ve already told the 1-A teachers that you’d be around, so they should be expecting you as you come and go.”

“Thank you, Principal Nezu,” you smile down at the mouse. “I’ll do my best.” He gives you one last smile and a wave as he makes his way back to his office.

Eating quickly at a table by yourself, you use your quirk to get a general sense of the students and faculty. Everyone seemed pretty happy, if a little tired or stressed from classes. While you ate, you tried looking around for All Might, or even Toshinori, but you didn’t see either one. You still weren’t sure how to go about talking to him, or telling him what you felt because you had no idea, but it’d be nice to see your boyfriend after a long couple of days.

Once lunch is over, you throw away your trash and head through the classroom halls. Several floors were dedicated to each of the four classes of students; the hero, general, support, and business classes. Each student you pass by has their own styles and quirks, some more apparent than others. It almost made you miss your hero classes back in the day.

“Class 1-A, 1-A,” you mutter to yourself, looking at the class signs as you walk. “Here it is.”

You pause when you hear, “Alright, students! Let’s get ready for Ground Beta for some Rescue training!” a loud voice inside declared. You heart beat a little faster at the voice. Toshinori- All Might was inside, teaching the kids. You knock politely and wait, not wanting to interrupt class too badly. Suddenly, the door slid open, your vision being taken over by a red and blue costume. You blink at the hero’s chest, before looking up to his face with a small (slightly awkward) smile.

Surprise flutters through the both of you, until you finally shake yourself minutely. “Hi, All Might! Principal Nezu told me to help out in the class for today?” you say, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“Right…Great! We’re headed to Ground Beta for some rescue training,” he told you after a second. Some student’s faces popped up next to All Might’s torso, confused as to why he was just standing in the doorway. “Students, we’ll have a new addition to the classroom for today,” he told them, stepping aside to let them out first. As he introduces you, you smile and wave at the students, some of them looking you over and politely waving back.

Each student files out, some far more excited than others. You notice Midoriya look between All Might and yourself quickly before continuing on with his peers. Did he know about Toshinori? You wonder, eyeing the child with mild suspicion.

“So you took the job; that’s great!” All Might smiled down at you, falling behind the students to speak with you. This time, you purposely use your quirk to read him. His general happiness seemed more acute today as he walked next to you, which made you smile a bit. You just hoped it was because he missed you as much as you had missed him. However, you’d do your best to treat him professionally since you had really only talked to All Might a few times.

“Yeah, it definitely beats fighting for interviews,” you shrug. “I heard you recommended me, thank you. It’s incredible being recommended by the Number One Hero.”

He laughed and beamed down at you, though you could feel he was a little embarrassed. “You’re work with the hero community is recommendation enough!”

The walk didn’t last long, just a few minutes, but it was long enough so you could easily read the students on the way. If you hadn’t known better, you wouldn’t have guessed that these kids were attacked a day ago from real villains. Especially since they were first years, who still hadn’t gone through much training at all and probably had an idolized vision of heroes in their heads. Overall, most of them still seemed excited and ready to learn; Principal Nezu would be glad to hear that.

Ground Beta stood tall and imposing as you walked to the training ground. You whistled, wishing that you had this much training opportunity when you were young and in hero school. U.A. was the best for a reason, you supposed.

“All right, everyone this way!” All Might lead the way inside. “Today we’ll be working on a stealth rescue mission. You’ll be in teams of four, and will have to rescue the ‘hostage’ and make your way to a designated area to win. The main goal of this exercise is to find the hostage, and make it back safely with minimal confrontation, so no injuring yourselves or others. There may also be a villain lurking around, so always be vigilant!” He gave out the teams of four, and gave them their designated spots to begin from. Each group would start from another part of the ‘city’ and the hostage would find a new location after one group passed or failed so each group would be starting from scratch without watching the other students. “Would you like to be the hostage?” All Might asked you with his trademark smile, standing tall over you.

Is Toshinori that tall? You wonder for a second, before nodding your answer. Toshinori does tend to hunch down though… He did like to make himself seem smaller most of the time. You grab All Might’s hand as he holds it out to leap with you through the city to a random building of his choosing.

“You know having me be the hostage is a little cliche,” you mention offhandedly as he set you down on the roof of a building. The room inside the building he chose only had two doors to get in, the rest of the room bereft of anything else. “Are you trying to say I couldn’t be a villain? Or am I just a girl who can’t defend herself?”

It was almost comical to see All Might as he vehemently denied anything of the sort. “I’m just kidding,” you tell him, laughing at his reaction, shoulders shaking slightly from trying to not be loud. If it were anyone but All Might, you’d probably think they were a little sexist. “It could be a good idea though,” you continue. “They’re probably expecting me to be the hostage and you the potential villain, they know what to look out for. I’m a complete wildcard if I’m the villain, the way it usually is out there in reality.”

All Might hummed to himself for a moment before nodding. “Good point… Very well, I will be the hostage this time. Do your best as a villain! Going easy on them because they’re children won’t do them any favors.”

“You think I’d go easy on them?” Sure, you wouldn’t go all out, but you definitely wouldn’t go easy on them.

He shrugged and sat on the floor, pretending to be caught. “You seem nice enough.”

You seem nice enough, he says… “Did Nezu happen to tell you what I did before I became a therapist to the heroes?” He shook his head no. You supposed since you knew his secret, you could tell him one of yours. “I was a part of a specialized unit that worked along with the police all over the country, the best of the best.”

“Special unit? Which one?”

You lock one of the doors and walk towards the other one, opening it slightly, ready to go see what these kids were made of. Flashing All Might a smug grin, you answer.

“Capture and Interrogation.”

#bnha #mha #toshinori yagi #toshinori x reader #kristen #all might

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