#edge got caught there for sure but I don't have the other pic

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

richard, on a friday

robbie showed annie some texts he'd exchanged with their mom. she'd asked him if he'd deletd the pictures he took of her yet and he said "of course not, i made it your contact photo when you call me."

mom: oh noooo

him: relax, you look great

mom: well thank u

him: perfect tits, cute bush

mom: i really hadn't trimmed it enough when you saw me, it was a mess, i've since done a better job

him: let me see

mom: lol!

him: take a pic of your bush for me

mom: you're so bad

him: come on, don't be shy

and she'd sent him a photo of herself in the bathroom mirror, in just a bra, smiling, posed just slightly, bush well-displayed. she'd trimmed it down to nearly a shadow, with very defined, angled edges.

him: excellent work, my only note is to take the bra off next time.

annie gave him a blowjob after that. "it's not my birthday or anything," he said, as she wrapped her mouth around him. she was very aware what she was doing -- she had to beat her mom at this.

of course, she already was beating her mom at this, and she'd casually sent robbie dozens of nudes and videos of herself fucking. but it wasn't enough to just win by a margin. she needed to leave her mom in the dust. she got robbie's cum all over her shirt and had to change before work.

ted had asked her out that night but she'd told him she would just come over and fuck him after a work event. the work event was another party richard had invited her to, a fundraiser for a nonprofit. annie wore a short black dress and a white, small pair of panties. no bra. when annie got there, she was surprised to see that richard's daughter was there too. "annie, this is my daughter sophie, this is my therapist annie," he said.

"wow, hot therapist," sophie said, grinning.

"richard has shown me some of your work," annie said. "it's really lovely."

"sophie's in the city for a few weeks as an artist in residence at AIC," richard said.

"impressive," annie said.

"not really," sophie said. "they just kind of hand those grants out. want to get a drink?"

annie was surprised but delighted by how brusque sophie was. she'd expected a wilting little soft-spoken french flower. but she was funny and vulgar and sharp.

"my dad thinks you are so smart," she said to annie. "which i know from a rich white guy sounds condescending but he really means it."

"yeah, he's a very earnest person," annie said.

"it's very sweet. my mom was the bitter acid that balanced him out. now he's fuckin' ted lasso."

"well, it seems like you're the acid now."

"i try but i don't see him much."

"that's hard. i'm close with my dad too. he lives in the suburbs but he's always coming to hang out with me and get away from my mom."

sophie laughed. "i know i have a dead mom so i'm supposed to tell you to appreciate her but my mom was kind of a cunt."

annie laughed.

"you want to do some molly?" sophie asked.

"of course," annie said.

sophie pulled her into the bathroom.

"last time i let someone pull me into the bathroom around your dad, she took a picture of my tits and showed it to him."

"very professional," sophie said, putting a pill in annie's mouth. "don't worry, if i take pictures of you i won't show my dad."

"i'm not sure i minded, honestly," annie said.

"of course you didn't," sophie said.

the night was buzzy, blurry fun. sophie often circulated away from annie, and annie made wide-eyed small talk with other people, but was always grateful when she returned. richard was mostly busy with others but winked at them a lot.

claire was texting annie, and at one point sophie caught sight of a nude claire had sent.

"i definitely didn't clock you as queer but i think france has fucked up my gaydar," sophie said. "no one is fucking gay over there. which you wouldn't think would be the case!"

"i don't know if i am, i just... i met this girl the other week and we impulsively fucked and i think it made us both question..."

"wow, the pussy was that good huh?" sophie said. "can i have her number? i haven't been properly eaten out in like a year."

"i'll give you her number, yeah."

annie texted claire. "i'm kind of busy tonight but do you want to fuck my friend?"

"female?" claire replied.

"yeah, female, very hot, kind of high right now..."

"yes" claire said. "my boyfriend is visiting home for the weekend. yes."

annie gave sophie claire address and put her in an uber. she went back to the party to said goodnight to richard.

"where did sophie go?"

"uh, i kind of got her laid?" annie said. "sent her to a female friend's place who was kind of in the mood."

"well, you two are already fast friends, huh?" he laughed. "have a great night, i'll see you on monday!"

annie took an uber to ted's place. he'd taken a pill, and they fucked hard on the couch, annie's dress still on, panties pulled aside. annie came three times on his cock, and ted finished twice inside her. annie was a mess, and took a long shower after. when she got out, she had texts from claire -- pictures of sophie nude in her bed. annie was surprised to see that sophie was fully shaved.

surprisingly, it came up in therapy on monday. richard was remarking on how nice it was to have sophie stateside for a while, living at his apartment, and the intimacy of that. he told annie that he'd sat in the bathroom and chatted with sophie as she shaved her bush in the bath.

"why?" annie asked. "it was such a great bush!"

richard laughed. "you know, I think it's a when in rome kind of thing. the bush makes sense in france. not as common here. i mean i don't want to speak for all women. she said your friend was shaved."

"she was?" annie said. "surprising. she was not when we hooked up a week ago." she laughed at herself disclosing this kind of thing in front of richard so readily, so eagerly. "maybe i inspired her."

richard smiled.

[randofics]

Wheeljack x reader

I don't have much to say about this one. But I had to give Wheeljack a fic of his own. He's a flirty, brash, and healthy old stud. With how old he looks you'd think he'd be slower or at least calmer tempered. But instead we get a wrecker with katanas and some explosive habits. So here we go yall.

18+Under the cut

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Wheeljack was your new guardian. Well, relatively new as he'd been on earth for several months, not including the time before he found the team. He didn't really want to be your guardian but seeing as the others already had one of the three kids or had too much on their plate to drive you wherever you needed to go he didn't have much choice. Over the last three months, you got to know each other. You were very safety minded the opposite of him. If he drove too quickly or recklessly without good reason, you would chew him out.

You were also quiet and tended to stick to the background listening to the conversation around you unless a topic of interest came up. Whereas he was loud and brash, once again the opposite of you. But while some would expect you to hate each other you didn't and got along quite well. You were watching Wheeljack train with Bulkhead from a high platform. Miko sat next to you cheering Bulk on. You and Miko had your legs dangling off the edge as you leaned forward against the lower bar of the railing. You kept a eye on Wheeljack, watching his stance and the way he moved or swung his katanas. You would keep the knowledge in mind for future reference possibly even self training.

Bulk and Wheeljack circled each other and his eyes caught your attention. Their piercing blue glow and his face shield which only showed his eyes. He wasn't looking at you, rather at Bulk as he prepared to attack again. His gaze was intense, serious, and it sent a shiver down your spine. That hadn't happened before and it confused you. Perhaps it was intimidation? You weren't sure. Over the next few days even stranger things happened. When he smirked at you one day a strange feeling came over you. Another day and when he jokingly talked  about giving you a ride you'd never forget (that being driving fast through a local race course) your mind went to a dark place. You had blushed madly at your own thoughts, why were you even thinking about stuff like that!? Luckily he hadn't noticed or you wouldn't know what you would've done.

He had made comments like that before and you hadn't reacted like that at all. You realized after re thinking those thoughts that you found him attractive and even thought of him in a sexual manner. You were sure that he had none of the same feelings towards you though, and when you got to base the next day you tried to act normal. When you sat on the couch with Miko you saw her looking at photos on her phone and you decided to get a picture of Wheeljack. You ended up sneaking one as he walked down the hall. It was just a pic of him walking away but as you took in the detailed plating on his back, you couldn't help the feeling that came over you.

Suddenly you hear Miko chuckle, somehow you hadn't noticed her leaning over to look at your phone. "You have a crush on Jacky dontcha?" She whispered. You blushed and turned off your phone. "Oh you totally have the hotts for him!" You put your hand over her mouth and looked around to see if anyone heard her. "Shh Miko! Don't just yell something like that out!" You whisper yelled at her. She pushed your hand away and grinned mischievously. "Oh NO no no no no no! You aren't going to do anything or say anything to anyone! You hear me Miko?" "Aww ok fine." She pouted. You relaxed into the old couch and opened a game on your phone. A little while later Miko told you she had to go home. Little did you know that on her way home she told Bulkhead about your crush on Wheeljack.

"So y/n likes Wheeljack so what?" "She doesn't just like him Bulk she like likes him." "What do you mean?" "Ugh she has a crush on him Bulk!" He took a moment to process before realizing. "Oh....Ohhh! I get it now." "Yeah and we need to help her out a little hint hint." "Miko I don't think that's such a good idea, I mean they may get together on their own." " Maybe but I think it'll be quicker if we give them a nudge." "No Miko you shouldn't interfere with them." "Oh come on Bulk we won't do anything big just something small like a picture or something. And I know just what picture to use."

The next day when you were on the couch looking at the picture again Miko snuck a photo over your shoulder. She then played it off by asking which guitar you liked better. One was purple with a lightning bolt and the other was black and sparkly. You said which one you thought suited her better, and was none the wiser about Miko's plot. Then when she got the chance to she showed the picture to Wheeljack. "Wait she said that she has a crush on me?" "Well she didn't say it exactly but she didn't deny it either, plus she snuck that pic of you the other day." "Ok thanks for letting me know Miko." She smiled at him as he went to talk to you.

"Hey y/n why don't we take a drive for a bit? You don't need me for anything right Doc?" "No and don't call me Doc!" You stood and walked down the stairs as he transformed into his alt. He opened the driver's door for you and you thanked him as you buckled up. The drive to your favorite lookout spot was quiet and uneventful. When he parked you got out to look at the sunset. It was almost dark out with the clouds turning pink and purple as the sun sunk past the horizon. On instinct you walked backwards sitting down on the edge of his hood. You stayed like that for a few minutes just watching the sky grow darker. But you were suddenly startled by Wheeljacks holoform popping up right in front of you. He stood between your legs and leaned down, both hands on the hood trapping you there.

"Miko told me about something earlier today that piqued my interest. She told me that you took a picture of me behind my back." You internally sighed in relief that that was all she said to him. "Oh yeah I did sorry. I would've asked but I thought you might say no because the whole cybertronians don't exist thing and having to keep you guys a secret." He grinned at you making you blush. "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about something else she said." You swallow nervously. "She said you have a crush on me. Is that true?" "Ye-yeah it's true." You tried to prepare for rejection but it never came. Instead he grinned even wider his face moving closer to your's. "Well in that case maybe I should crush you against my hood and see if you're telling the truth." You blush like a tomato. He inches closer until you connect, the kiss is gentle but filled with want and passion. He pulls away to look into your eyes, you smile at him dazed. "That smile of your's drives me crazy."

He pushes his weight into you squishing you between his holoform and hood. You lay back with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. He kisses you again and grinds himself into you. You moan into him and he keeps grinding his hips into yours. His hands slip under your shirt and he lifts it up to reveal your chest. He palms one of your clothed breasts and starts to kiss your neck and chest. Your hands tangle in his grey streaked hair pulling at his scalp. He purrs into your neck at the feeling. He stands up straight and starts to unbutton your pants. You stand and pull them off along with your underwear. He follows suit but only pulls his down past his hips. You hop up so your on his hood again and lay back. His holoform moves between your legs again, his length touching your inner thigh. You move a hand down. To split your folds for him and he rubs against you, lubricating himself in your juices. Once he's done he prodds your entrance with his tip before pushing in slowly.

He hisses at the warmth of you and you arch your back as he fills you. He stops when he's fully sheathed in you, waiting for you to adjust. When you squeeze his hips he starts to move. He starts slow and kisses your neck sweetly. "Faster Jacky!" He grunts as he picks up the pace a bit. Your moans and mewls spurr him on and he picks up the pace again. He leans more weight onto you and snaps his hips harder into you. You paw at his back as the coil tightens in you. He changes his angle a bit and hits that spot in you that makes you see white. "Wheeljack!" You cry out. He snaps his hips into you, aiming for that spot. You arch your back into him as the coil finally snaps. Your walls clench around him and massage his length until he thrusts into you one final time. His transfluid fills you hotly and you chant his name in his ear at the heavenly feeling.

You try to catch your breath as he hides his face in your neck. "That felt amazing baby, we need to do this more often. Maybe I can give you that ride I mentioned." "That sounds fun." You smile at him when he lifts his head. "Like I said before your smile drives me crazy. But we should get cleaned up and I'll take you home." He helps you get cleaned up and dressed before driving you home. After he parks in your garage you walk around him and kiss his hood before going inside. "Goodnight Wheeljack!" "Goodnight y/n!"

#transformers fanfiction #smut #fanfic #transformers x reader #wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #tfp #transformers prime

[starlight-bread-blog]

Helluva Boss is Mean to its Audience

Helluva Boss, the show, is mean. This isn't an attack on anyone who worked on the show. This is also not an attack on people who like Helluva Boss. If despite all of the things I'll discuss you still enjoy the show than good for you!

PREMISE:

Helluva Boss is about IMP, a business run by low class demons in hell. They're assassines who kill targeted humans for their clients. It's a work place comady with an edge.

Damn! That's a really cool and original premise. But is Helluva Boss really any of these things? Currently we have 9 episodes (excluding the pilot) but only 3 of them are actually about the business. And based on seank pics, leaks and set up from season 1 it doesn't seem like the show is interested in telling the story that they promised.

I'm sure a lot of people, including me, were disappointed that the show isn't actually about the amazing premise.

Helluva Boss promises an awesome premise only to focus on whatever they feel like focusing on.

LORE:

Helluva Boss takes place in hell, which means there are a lot of basic rules to establish, both the basics of how the world operates, and in order to understand the stakes and plot.

Case and point, how does death works for demons? We need to know this because death is at stake on multiple epidodes, but we don't know what's at stake. Another example is the threat of getting discovered by humans. We're told that if IMP will get discovered, there will be serious consequences. What serious consequences? Are they gonna go to jail? Is there even jail in hell? Are they gonna get killed? But wait we don't even know how death works. Who's enforcing this? The questions that arise from Helluva Boss are endless. What are Stolas's powers?

Did you ever realise that they never explain the rings of hell? They mention them a lot, yeah, but they never explain that there are seven rings, one for each sin, stacked on top of eachother. What's the difference between each ring?

Well, if you do want to understand these basics that should be in the show, than I have some sad news for you. You're gonna have to watch hours of livestreams and podcasts. While taking everything with a grain of salt because the information could be outdated. If you even find the information. You shouldn't have to go on twitter to find something as basic as this:

This is not a "fan fact", it's information that should be in the show. But when you aren't this lucky to find a screenshot of a tweet.. I'm so sorry.

Helluva Boss doesn't bother explaining important and/or basic information to its audience. And gives them the massive chore of sitting though all the livesteams and podcasts to potentially find answers to their questions.

CONTRADICTIONS:

The rules that are established, are contradicted by the show. You have to take everything with a grain of salt, because the show will do whatever it wants.

An example could be the need for human disguises. In Spring Broken we're told that it's forbidden to go to the human world wothout disguises, you can't be spotted by humans. But in that very episode humans spot Moxxie and mistake him for a possum, and it was played off as a joke.

But wait! In C.H.E.R.U.B they take very good care to not be spotted. And when they aren't in disguises in Truth Seekers, they're caught by an FBI-like organization. Okay so human disguises are a must! Right? Well no!

Because in Seeing Stars Moxxie and Millie straight up profit from the attention. But aren't there government officials after them? All Octavia got was a couple of weird looks?

And wait if all the sudden it's not super dangerous why did Blitzø try to get a costume while the other characters are just casually walk as demons? Druing my first watch of Seeing Stars I waited for the agents to show up. This was so confusing.

Another instance of this happening is with Stolas's affair. We're told (and shown) that Stolas's affair is scandalous, that it should be kept a secret. And yet:

Stolas "flirts" with Blitzø on a stage in front of a big crowd. You're left thinking: So Stolas's affair is a secret but not to those people? Why is that? Is that because of their low status? But they can start rumors..

The show has these sort of inconsistencies while you're the one doing all the work to make it make sense. But it's not canon. I'm sure many audience members were confused after trying to understand why the show didn't follow its rules these times, but not on other times. You can't trust anything the show says, because it doesn't remember.

Helluva Boss establishes rules only to ignore them, yet simultaneously follow them. Creating confusion and frustration because the show does whatever it wants with no regard to the actual people watching.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT:

Helluva Boss has a lot of big moments of meaningful character development. These moments leave the audience excited for the next episode, expecting a paradigm shift and a (sometimes) massive change in the status quo.

For instance, in Loo Loo Land Stolas and Octavia had a conversation in which Stolas realised that his affair is seriously hurting Octavia. It appares that Stolas will Stop "flirting" with Blitzø and try to fix the broken home he's creating.

Another example would be in Truth Seekers. Moxxie and Blitzø have a heart to heart about their partnership, the development is that going foreword Blitzø will treat Moxxie with respect.

But do any of these moments stick?

Wouldn't you know it, in the next apparence it's like the big development never happened. They even reference the events of Loo Loo Land in the very episode where they ignore them, because that's the type of middle finger you get for caring.

Helluva Boss does massive developments, gets it's audience excited to see the change, only to ignore it completely sometimes as soon as an episode later.

SIDE NOTE:

Remember when Helluva Boss straight up clickbaited us?

Loona and Octavia were together for like two minutes.

CONCLUSION:

Helluva Boss constantly punishes it's audience for their sheer investment in it. The premise, the worldbuilding, the contradictions anf the character development – It's just mean.

To have the show make sense on a very basic level you need to work. You need to watch livesstreams and listen to podcasts, you need to rationalize inconsistencies in characters you were very invested in, for a show that promised you something really special only to ignore it.

I honestly feel so bad for the fans who are getting slapped in the face for caring. This shouldn't be the viewing experience for any show. What a mean way to be treating an audience.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #loona helluva boss #helluva boss critique #helluva critical #helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #anti stolitz #anti helluva boss #not actually an anti #helluva loona #helluva boss blitzo #helluva blitzo #helluva millie #helluva boss moxxie #moxxie #millie x moxxie #helluva stolas #stolas #hellverse #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse critique #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss verosika #verosika mayday

[modx-reborn]

god imagine being in a friend group with simpbur and you know on your side, you're flirting and having a good time and in a little bit you'd might consider asking him out, while he's been out here treasuring every moment, every fabric, every item you've touched and he's got pictures of you to last a lifetime but you know. he's not telling you that

BUT anyways. your group of friends plan movie nights quite often and you're known for getting cuddly and since your eye is set on the squirmy simp, nobody questions it when you sit on his lap and lean into his back, pulling a large, heavy blanket on top of you both. his arms wrapping around you so his hands can rest on your stomach and hold you close, nose pressing into the skin of your neck and thank goodness they keep the volume loud, or else they'd hear your pants, his whimpers, and the little skin on skin contact.

they probably can but then they'd have to address the fact you're fucking during movie night. Which no one wants to.

you don't have to continue this if you don't want to but for the sake of being an attention whore, I thought I should send this and tap your wrinkly brain with this idea

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YEAHHHHHHHH! This tickles the smoothed wrinkles of my squishy brain.

Oh, how cute he was, always so attentive and eager when you spoke, hanging off every word and gesture always so ready to help or offer something to you the moment you showed interest, god help him had anyone else taken an interest in him, how easy it would be to ruin and drain him. But not you, no you thought it was cute, endearing something to coo and coddle despite the strange habits and lingering eyes, he was a friend that you wouldn't mind maybe taking further, letting him a little closer than the others.

If only you had known about the collection of stained and crumpled polaroids that were tucked away and hidden every time you came to visit, the number doubling with every hang out and study session, innocent pics and even some more... scandalous ones from moments you thought him not present.

But tonight, tonight would be the night that you truly put his lingering stares and flushed cheeks to the test, planning and willing to step down the moment you little plan so much as made him slightly uncomfortable. Tonight you would see just how willing he was to live up to those not so hidden thoughts that may or may not have left you all too aware of just how easy he was to fluster and tease.

It was movie night, your friend's group gathering to hang out and watch something loud and mind-numbing, something to take your thoughts away from the classes and stress that would be back the moment the night ended. Thankful for your already touchy nature, not a single person question of looked twice when you snatched a blanket and settled in on your dear simps lap, laughing softly when he stiffened and awkwardly wrapped his hands around you.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions filtering through the speakers would be your saving grace, as who were you to not shift and move, teasing the lanky man beneath you, making sure to grind your ass on him at every moment you could going even so far as to bounce slightly, passing it off as numb legs with another soft laugh. However, there was no passing off how simpbur whined into your hair, one harsh roll of your hips having his hands slip under the blanket to hold you still as he gave in to rut against your ass.

God bless the enraptured looks your friends had for the TV else the slight pants and half held whines would have gotten you caught so quickly, teasing could only go so long before it became double-edged, and now here you are.

Simpburs hands tucked under the blankets holding onto your hips as he finally got to indulge in a dream, not even he would have thought becoming true, you were seated in his lap his cock buried to the hilt in you, slowly grinding your hips, rocking and shaking against him as he tried so very hard to not simply cum, to fill you like he had spent endless nights dreaming of. He wanted to keep you like this for as long as he could, stretched around him seen and unseen by your friends as you gave muted bounces on his cock.

God forgive him if anyone heard what he whispered to you, some things were only meant for you to hear.

"God I-I want to fuck you over the table, let e-everyone see how good you look. Let me see how you t-take my cock, y-you'd let me, wouldn't you? Please, let me s-see how you take me, just please..."

#c: simpbur #mcyt smut #k: teasing #k: dry humping #k: exhibitionism #mxad #anon response

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Sparks

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Anonymous Request: Hey! I have a request for Andrew Garfield (as you can see I am obsessed with him, but also your writing! Also this is if you’re not busy, I wouldn’t want to burden!) but anyways this is a request that the reader is a an actress, she also streams video games? She’s got this gamer/tomboy aesthetic going on and she’s very dorky, but very funny. Her older brother is friends with Andrew and the moment her and Andrew meet he instantly falls in love with her? Thank you! Hope you have a lovely night!

A/N: I am so sorry that it took so long, thank you for requesting! Have a great day/week! 😁

Summary: Being an actress had been your dream growing up, but it had its ups and downs. Luckily, you were able to do your other hobbies when you weren't on set. Nikko - your older brother - invites you for a block party with a few of his friends that he's met over the years, that includes his best friend Andrew Garfield. You've heard of the famous best friend, but you've never actually met him. However, you've seen so many of his movies you feel like you do know Andrew. When the two of you meet at the block party, something sparks between the two of you.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/F/V: Your favorite video game

Roxie is your roommate/best friend

You are in the TV show Stranger Things and have made an appearance in the Marvel movies.

Warnings: None

Dialogue Prompts (credits to the original creator):

"I don't know if my actions said it well enough, but I really really like you."

Andrew Garfield x-reader

Blue birds chirped outside my bedroom window in the townhouse that my best friend and I owned in a small town outside of New York city. Straight lines of sunlight scattered across the carpeted flooring, creating little rainbows on the edges of the lines. Crisp, cold wind blew into my bright room, tossing the black curtains to the side. Two monitors sat on my desk, blue strip lights were on the sides of my computers. A keyboard was set in front of them, pink lights peeking out from underneath the keys. Oscar - my pug - sat on the little doggie bed below my white wooden desk, snoring away. I could hear his little legs shuffling back and forth as he dreamt about chasing a squirrel.

I glanced away from my computer, catching Oscar shifting positions. He sighed in satisfaction once he had gotten into his favorite position. I glanced at my phone as I got a notification. I caught sight of a picture above my desk, showing a little polaroid pic of Nikko and his best friend. I hadn't met Andrew Garfield in person, but my agent knew him very well. She had claimed that Andrew loved the movies and TV series I had been in. I was always excited to hear that he had loved the projects that I worked so hard on. Not gonna lie, Andrew Garfield was some eye candy.

I shivered as the breeze brushed against my shoulders. The wind whistled before while I closed the window. I caught a glimpse of the women who lived across the street. She sat on a green metal bench, feeding some birds. Every Friday morning the older neighbor waited for the bus and made sure to bring some bread in her brown satchel. Her husband usually woke up around lunch time so the two of them could go out for walks in the park a couple houses down from mine.

Roxie knocked on the door of my bedroom, causing Oscar to perk up from his bed. He barked slightly and rushed over to my roommate. She smirked and knelt down to pat the top of Oscar's head. The application - Twitch - had finally booted up. I clicked on the login section, typing in my username and password. Roxie walked over and sat on my bed, carrying Oscar with her. I pressed the 'Go Live' button after I decided which game I wanted to play. My best friend left the room, bringing my pug with her.

"Hey guys!" I greeted, "Hope everyone's having a nice Friday afternoon!"

I saw a couple people ask questions about my previous projects that I had been working on, many of them consisted of 'When's the next season of Stranger Things?' or 'Is Chris Evens really hot in person?' and my personal favorite 'Have you met Andrew Garfield?' I lazily shrugged off my flannel and draped it over the back of my chair while I responded to some questions people were posting.

"I have not met Andrew Garfield, but my brother is best friends with him," I answered, beginning to play Y/F/V.

****

(Time Skip: A day later)

Oscar sat beside me, snoring , dreaming his little heart away. A fleece blanket was draped over his small fluffy body. Roxie sat at the foot of my bed, flipping through the channels of the TV that was above my desk. I rolled my eyes at her as she continued to flip through the channels. I scrolled through my Instagram feed, finding Scarlett Johansson had posted a picture of the two of us when I played her daughter in Captain America the Winter Soldier. Many of the comments asked when the next Marvel film would be or asking if I was dating anybody, the answer was always no and no.

I shook my head in amusement and quickly replied to the questions. Roxie leaned over my shoulder, her eyes catching a glimpse of the photo Scarlett had posted. "How is she so hot?" Roxie stated, smirking. I glanced at her and chuckled, shaking my head at her inquiry. Roxie turned her head to finally choose what she wanted to watch for the next few hours. My dog woke up from his slumber and strolled over to Roxie, pressing his back against her leg. My best friend took the blanket from the other side of the bed and laid the blanket over my canine friend's small body.

He bit the corner of the blanket and pulled it over his head. The two of us looked at him, snickering at his quick motion to put his favorite blanket for himself. The sound of my phone ringing made Oscar perk up once more. I sighed and got up from my bed, walking over to my desk. Roxie leaned against the pillow and sat Oscar on her lap, playing with the fur on his ears. I took the charger out from my phone and noticed my brother had texted me.

Nikko: Hey! I'm hosting a block party tonight. You and Roxie are more than welcome to come!🎉🥳

Me: Awesome sauce! What time?

Nikko: Everyone should be coming over at 4:30, tonight! Andrew's coming over, so don't embarrass me!

Me: Can't promise that. 😉

(Read: 2:30)

I rolled my eyes in amusement then slipped my phone into the pocket of my checkered sweatpants. Roxie looked away from the TV with a look of confusion. Oscar lifted up his head from her lap, wondering as to why she had stopped petting him. "Nikko's hosting a block party at his house around 4:30," I spoke, answering her rhetorical thoughts. Roxie nodded her head and sat up from the bed. She noticed my small smirk at the thought of Andrew Garfield attending the party. "What's that?" she inquired, referring to my smile. I whipped my head to her with furrowed brows, my eyes narrowed. I opened the door to my closet and scanned over the articles of clothing.

"Do I not get an answer to that-that smile?" Roxie asked, waving in my general direction. Oscar hopped off the bed and strolled over to his bed underneath the desk, carrying the handmade blanket with him. "Nikko's best friend is coming to the party and I'm just excited to meet him," I answered, truthfully (well sort of). Roxie scoffed and shook her head at my response. "What?" I said, turning to look at her. "Don't tell me it's that Andrew Garfield Spider-Man dude," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Correction, Amazing Spider-Man," I corrected, "and yes he's coming. I promised Nikko that I would not embarrass him, but we all know that's not going to happen." Roxie laughed and sat up from the bed, strolling over to me. My best friend stood beside me and looked at the clothing that I had in my closet. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, a grey Y/F/V t-shirt I was gifted from a fan, and last but not least my leather jacket that I stole from Scarlett. Roxie gave me a thumbs up and left my room, getting ready for the party as well.

I sat at my vanity and put my hair up in a ponytail, letting little pieces of hair fall from the sides of my face. My brother continued to text me, asking for me to not bring up video games into any conversation. I chuckled to myself and continued to get myself ready. The sounds of footsteps crept towards my door. Roxie stood in the doorway of my room wearing a pair of tan colored khaki pants with a white blouse, a jean jacket was placed over the top. She took a hairband from my vanity, quickly tying her hair up into a professional styled bun. "You ready?" my best friend asked as she knelt down to pat Oscar's head.

I gave her a slight nod before grabbing my purse. The two of us walked down the stairs and ate a quick snack. Oscar sat in front of the fridge, awaiting his dinner to be served. I walked over to the top of the fridge and grabbed the container filled with the good boy's food. My pug hopped up from the ground, his legs resting on my leg. I poured in a cup of food into Oscar's bowl. He jumped off of me and scurried over to his food bowl, creating a 'pitter, patter' sound. Roxie grabbed her keys from the front door, motioning me out. The two of us said our goodbyes to Oscar then made our way towards the car. I made sure to lock the front and back door before sitting in the passenger seat of my best friends blue Volks Wagon.

Roxie tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as Madonna was playing in the background. She did a little dance in her seat before turning down a corner towards my brothers house. The sun set just above a few tall buildings out in the distance. Some kids kicked a soccer ball in front of the house. They had kicked a ball into their makeshift goals ; that had been DIY'ed by two green lawn chairs. Roxie turned up the volume of the radio, bobbing her head to the music. Her hands continued to tap on the top of the steering wheel, now acting as if the wheel was her drum set. "Eyes on the road, please," I said, giggling.

She turned to me and scoffed, then preceded to put her hands in the right position once two vehicles sped past her. Roxie cursed at them before honking at the sports cars that were violating the speed limit. We turned down another corner and finally made it to my brothers house. People were scattered about the road, holding red solo cups in hand. Some party goers sat on the front porch of my brothers house, talking with each other.

A group of boys played corn hole on the grassy front lawn. The corn hole gamers cheered once they finally had gotten a red bean bag into the top hole. Roxie drove down a bit and parked at the side of the road, making sure no other cars would hit her. She stepped out of the car and left her pocketbook inside. My red headed friend slipped her phone in the back pocket of her pants.

I stepped out of the car and led her to the front of the house, trying to find my brother. Given my famous reputation, people looked at me with welcoming smiles. Nikko looked up from his plastic cup and smiled once he noticed that my best friend and I had finally arrived. "Y/N/N!" Nikko cheered. He walked over to me with open arms. My brother threw an arm around my shoulders then decided to scrunch up his fist to give me a knuckle sandwich. I glared at him and pushed his sweaty hand away.

"So? Where's your friend?" Roxie asked, looking behind Nikko.

"Right there," Nikko said, pointing behind the two of us.

I looked up at my older brother in confusion, then soon saw a car pulling up to Nikko's house. Andrew Garfield stepped out of his black Mercedes, wearing a tan colored jacket. His hair had been moved to the side, his hair swooping at the top. The boy reached up and pulled a piece of hair away from his face as it fell out of place from all of the hair gel.

Roxie punched me in the shoulder, noticing me staring at my brothers best friend. "Living a Victoria Justice song are we?" Roxie teased, smirking. "I am not falling for my brothers best friend, plus the title of her song is 'Bestfriends brother' not 'My brothers best friend'," I corrected, using air quotes around the song titles.

Andrew looked at my brother and smiled. People said their hellos to the eye candy that joined the block party. Nikko handed me his cup and walked over to his best friend. Andrew smiled and gave my brother the classic 'Bro hug' (GIF Above). Roxie and I stood awkwardly, waiting for them to finish their bro moment. She looked around and finally found the table that held different types of alcohol. "Be right back," Roxie mumbled. "No, No Roxie," I said, watching her walk away. I cursed to myself as she inched towards the table.

"Glad you came man," Nikko said, letting go of his best bud. Andrew smiled and shoved his hands into the pockets of the tan colored jacket he wore. "I'm glad I could. Luckily, I was able to convince my agent to let me take a break," Andrew said, his accent peeking through his words. My heart skipped a beat from the boys accent. 'No, I'm not falling for my brothers best friend,' I thought, mentally kicking myself. "Oh! Andy, this is my little sister Y/N," Nikko said, "I'm sure you know her."

Andrew looked at me, his smirk became bigger once he made eye contact with me. I felt my nerves start to sizzle away as Andrew and I made direct eye contact with me. The Sparks - I guess you could say - that were currently happening could be seen from a mile away. Roxie came back with three solo cups in her hands. "Hey! They have a great selection of beer!" Roxie yelled, but no music was playing.

I jumped at the sound of how loud her voice was. "How did you get drunk so fast?" I giggled, taking the glasses out of her hands. "This is my best friend, Roxie," I introduced, looking at Andrew. He chuckled to himself as he watched me struggle to keep my friend stable.

"Where can I put my jacket?" Andrew asked.

"I can show you," I said.

Andrew nodded his head, he looked at me as I took a large swig of one of Roxie's drinks. I threw the cup away then motioned my brothers friend to follow me. Nikko glanced at me, indicating to not talk shit about him behind his back. I winked at my brother and motioned for Andrew to follow me. "So how long have you known Roxie?" the boy asked, following me down the hallway. "Five years, I met her in college," I responded, smirking at the memory. "She was my roommate's sister in school. Roxie had shown up drunk one night, she was hilarious," I added, chuckling to myself.

I opened the door to the front closet, grabbing a red plastic hanger from the closet. Andrew shrugged his jacket off and handed it to me. I slipped the sleeves onto the hanger then set it on the bar pressed up against the white wall. "Thanks," Andrew said. I smiled in response then shut the closet door. He glanced down at my grey shirt, noticing the videogame symbol. "Hey, cool shirt," he commented, politely. I looked down at the t-shirt.

"Oh! Thanks," I replied, chuckling nervously.

"I haven't played Y/F/V in awhile," Andrew said as we walked back to the front of the house. I looked up at him, surprised that he knew what Y/F/V was. He opened the door for me and waved his hand. I chuckled, shaking my head. "My brother has the game here, we could play a couple rounds if you'd like?" I offered, stopping at the front door. Andrew looked back at Nikko who talked with Roxie and a couple of other people. My brother's bestfriend smirked then glanced to me, nodding in agreement.

I closed the front door to the house and led Andrew into the living room. His eyes trailed over to the variety of videogames that were organized inside a bin. The male celebrity walked over and knelt down in front of it, flipping through what games Nikko owned. Loud rap music came through the walls outside the house. Luckily, the neighborhood wasn't jammed with houses otherwise we'd get a noise complaint. Party goers cheered as Nikko turned up the music from the several speakers that surrounded the yard and back of his house.

Andrew looked outside the window beside the TV, finding Nikko dancing to the music that Roxie was playing on her phone. My brothers best friend glanced down at the bin filled of games once more before finding Y/F/V. I turned on the kitchen lights to grab two bottles of water. Andrew grabbed two controllers from the table underneath the TV. He sat down on the leather couch after he turned the television on. I walked over to the living room, plopping down beside Andrew.

I set the two water bottles on the green plastic coasters then grabbed one of the Xbox controllers from Andrew. I chose my profile then clicked guest for Andrew's side of the game. The soundtrack of the videogame played in the background, creating an eerie mood to the game. I took off my leather jacket then laid it on top of the leather couch. "Ready?" I asked him, glancing back at him but Andrew had already been looking at me.

To cover up the rosy pink rising to my cheeks, I took a sip of my water then pressed the green button on the white controller. I set the bottle down onto the table and got into a ready stance, preparing myself for anything. Andrew gripped the sides of his controller, mocking the stance I was doing. I stole a quick glance at him then changed my gaze to the TV.

****

After playing a few rounds, I finally realized how good Andrew was at playing videogames. Never in a million years did I think that I would be playing my favorite game with the guy I've had a crush on since I became an actor. I thought back to when I had told Roxie that one day I was going to meet Andrew Garfield, and here I am five years later sitting on the same couch with him, playing the same game, within inches from him. "Dude, what the hell?" I exclaimed, "Why'd you shoot me?" My side of the screen turned red, signaling that Andrew had shot me.

"Sorry sweetheart, I'm just playing the rules," Andrew said, resting his hands behind his head, perfectly showing his toned arms. It took everything within me to look away and bring my attention back to the TV screen. Andrew's eyes landed on me, scanning over every inch of my facial expression and body. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and noticed the corners of his mouth lifting. 'Was the Andrew Garfield flirting with me?' I thought, gulping slightly.

"Another round," I said, "I've got to beat you." I clicked on my profile again, doing the exact same thing I had done before. Andrew bit his lip slightly, shaking his head at my determination to beat his ass. I clicked on my best gun then proceeded to win two more rounds. Red screen after red screen erupted from Andrew's side of the TV. He lowered his head in defeat, trying to withhold his laughter. I set the controller down on the table and stood up, doing a little victory dance. Andrew looked up at me and shook his head as he broke into smile.

"What?" I inquired, pushing pieces of hair that had fallen into my face. Andrew leaned forward and took a sip of his water then set it down onto the table. There was a long - but short - pause between the two of us while I waited for a response from the boy that I adored. I sat down beside Andrew, the clock ticking by. The sound of the front door opening interrupted our little moment, if you could even call it one. Roxie burst through the door, carrying another red solo cup. Part of my sighed in relief that my friend had interrupted something, but the other half of me wanted the sparks to continued between Andrew and I.

"Roxie, hey," I said, looking up at the tipsy red head.

"Guessssss.......what I-I just d-iid?" she slurred, her drink swaying in her palm. Andrew and I covered up our chuckles with a cough. Roxie's eyes trailed to how close Andrew and I had gotten, she wiggled her brows then made her way to the bathroom across the floor. "I'll be puking my organs out! You two enjoy yourselves!" Roxie exclaimed, followed by sounds of hurling. Andrew and I glanced at one another as we finally burst out into laughter.

The door to the bathroom slammed shut and the two of us could hear my best friend trying to sing her heart out, but was failing miserably. Sounds of music continued outside of Nikko's house that he adored. Andrew and I stared at each other, our faces closer than ever. I could feel his breath on my face which created shivers to run down my spine. He smirked, his eyes trailing down to my lips then up to my eyes.

"I don't know if my actions said it well enough, but I really really like you," he finally said, earning a smile from me.

Andrew leaned in, kissing my softly. I felt his hand reach up to rest on my thigh while the other one sat on my waist. Golden sparks ignited around eye candy and I, my stomach flipped at the feeling of fireworks between the two of us. We quickly let go of each other once we heard my brothers voice edge towards the front door. I grabbed a controlled and shoved it into Andrew's hands, acting as if we had been playing the whole time, which I guess was true. "And then you press this button to start," I instructed. Fortunately, Andrew was going on with my lie.

"Got it, thanks Y/N/N," Andrew said, looking up at me. Good thing Andrew's back was facing my brother or Nikko would've seen the wink Andrew had just sent me. My heart skipped a beat, I looked at Nikko. "Hey Nik," I said, "I was just showing Andrew how to play Y/F/V." My brother slowly nodded and walked up the stairs towards his bedroom. Andrew and I looked back at one another, bursting into another round laughing. I guess I was falling for my brothers best friend.

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I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

#harry styles x reader #frat!harry #i carry your heart #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #college!harry #part 2 coming soon #harry styles smut #fratrry #boyfriend!harry

[beautifulterriblequeen]

omg, Sunfire background image

So we all got a look at the Wonderstorm end-of-year update, right? I love it, and it's so nice of them to keep in touch with the fandom! I love it here, so much.

And once again, they just dropped us a freebie image with zero context, so that we may play with it like the kindle of kittens we are.

Bless 'em. They know us so well. I'm gonna go at this thing with my hind claws like I just caught the zoomies during a full moon.

Here's the pic:

And here's my thoughts, enhanced by excited chatter in discord:

Sunfire, obviously

throne/receiving room

but not Khessa's

the throne isn't even the same. this one has three diamonds, two of which have dark holes in them for some reason. uhh matching primal stones a la the Arkenstone maybe, who knows?

diamonds again, a symbol that seems to be on leaders or their accoutrements

Okay here's the coolest part about this:

this is a tent set up in a ruin made of golden stone

see the broken walls in the background, that broken pillar, and there's some rubble on the near floor as well

it's not the same location as Khessa's throne room

but the stone is Lux Aurea-colored

another fact that seems important: the tent blocks out all the light from outside, so while we have no idea where this really is, the important part is, it blocks out all the light

because the Sunforge in Lux Aurea has been tainted by Aaravos, and according to the Cortex stream I watched recently, it's canon that the dark magic-tainted light of the Sunforge is twisting and poisoning everything it shines on

best guess: this is Janai's ad hoc throne room in Lux Aurea during and perhaps after the poisoning of the Sunforge

Further fun deets:

I don't know if this tent is perhaps very old, or perhaps bears one character's specific motif? Its patterns seem a little different than most Sunfire things we've seen so far, but it is gorgeous and I love its look

and also the sunlight lamps inside it, which are not tainted

I wonder if they're still magical light or if they're a more natural light, like from stones/insects/creatures smuggled into the city covered so they would not get tainted, or simply oil and fire with no magic at all, in case that is just the safest way to get light in Lux Aurea these days

I definitely wonder things about how much magic power the Sunfire elves and Sun-arcanum beings still have. Is their magic getting tainted by the existence of a poisoned Sunforge, or is their connection to the Sun separate from it? When the Sunforge apparently gets destroyed to remove the constant poisoning, does that affect the Sunfire elves and other Sun creatures negatively?

WILL BAIT BE OKAY??

this is a comfortable room where people are invited to sit and relax instead of standing on ceremony

sitting on pillows!! Sunfires sit on pillows!! I love this!!

the internal curtains that can divide the tent into sections are sheer and do not block the light

it's very pretty, but it also invites an openness that seems very Sunfire, as there could be somewhere to hide in here but they've deliberately decided not to create such a space, except for beneath the tent as a whole, for safety reasons

the patterns on the pillows and jars are interesting

the pattern of a gold circle with four points atop a purple pillow is sure in here a lot, and with that color scheme it seems deliberately royal while avoiding the pure unending gold color of Khessa's reign

also the darker colors in general - the purple, black sun shape, and deep red - are thematically linked to the poisoning of the Sunforge: the eclipse of the Sun Nexus, purple dark magic, and the creepy red magic tufts around the Sunforge

the plants and pillows and food and drink contribute to the comfort and homeyness in here, you're meant to feel at ease

if this really is a place where people take shelter, it's possible that these boxes around the edges of the room hold sleeping mats or bedrolls that are laid out at night and tucked away in the morning

the rug on the center has a sun in the middle and the swoopies around its edges are reminiscent of vining plants, living things. It reminds me of the Moonshadow brier patterns on Lujanne's blankets, but less stabby

there's an embroidered-looking symbol hanging in here as well

with the red and gold, it could be Janai's personal symbol, the symbol of the Sun Throne, a location symbol, a temporary event indicator, a war banner, someone else's banner - a character we haven't met yet, or a lot of other things. Since two of these are flanking the throne, though, I assume they represent the person or position of the one who sits on it.

to me it kind of reads like a cross between the Eye of Sauron and the Venus symbol, with a similarity to the giant symbol on the wall in the Moon Temple: big U shape with a staff-support bit under it. Which feels a little more "magic staff/mage" than "general", so

maybe it's Karim's symbol? as... a baby Sun mage ruler, left in charge when his big sister Janai leaves on her adventures? Idk that's a wild guess, but the Sunfires are short one Sun mage at the moment...

Anyway, that's what I see so far, with thanks once more to the keen eyes in discord, and I can't wait to see where this backdrop lands in the show itself. Will it be a frequently used location, or only in flashback, or just for one dramatic scene? Time will tell! Eventually.

#tdp #tdp speculation #tdp headcanons #sunfire elves #tdp s4 #tdp s4 spoilers #tdp worldbuilding #janai #khessa #karim #tdp spoilers

[totiredtowrite]

"Ｔｈｅ Ｒｅｖｅｒｅｎｄ"

Warnings - Religious themes

Note: Lowkey hate the minimalist pic for this one bc it's not how I think kita would look but whatever yk. This didn't feel very wild west-y, lowkey hate the fic too 🤨

FEM READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

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There are two sides to every coin.

This town is no exception. Tourists, visiting family or friends, people who just stop through, they only get one side of it. They get the kind people with bright eyes and even brighter smiles. They get the easygoing townsfolk who have absolutely nothing weird going on under the surface.

The reverend, on the other hand, gets the other side of that coin.

The church was put together. Well taken care of, cleaned regularly, polished and bright. The townsfolk, (aside from a few stragglers), came in on Sundays for the regular sermon, then they'd leave. Occasionally a funeral would be held there.

Of course, that wasn't all that happened. In fact it was far from it. Kita, working in arguably the most energy filled place in the whole damn town, has witnessed multiple things he wouldn't begin to explain. Birds who looked a little too human, whispering in the steeple, oddly quiet older women and men during Sunday service who he never sees again. He'd considered finding someone to work alongside him, though nobody was very willing.

At this point, he's just gotten used to it. And he's gotten used to you.

Hearing your voice in his head, seeing you prowling around his dreams, watching you occasionally lurk in the halls. Hell, he'll even say something back to you if your constant comments in his head about his 'stupid cross' got too annoying.

Not to say that he knows what you are though. What your name is, where you came from, if you're good or evil. He's just settled on neutral, much like an anarchist who would come through to say something about the church.

When it all started, he almost thought he was being punished for something. That some wayfaring god had sent you to torment him for the multitude of sins he's gathered during his day. Though, the longer it went on, the clearer it became that you were no lackey.

Tonight though, he could tell something was different. He could tell the moment you didn't disappear as he approached. You just kept sitting in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

"What're ya doing here." He'd asked coldly. Kita hardly ever saw you. Usually you only showed in his dreams, or just as a disembodied voice in his head. When he did see you it was only for a couple seconds.

Your head shot up from the paper in your hands. (One that you clearly plucked from his desk). "Oh-! Hi father," you said, dragging out both of the words. Kita could already tell that this interaction was going to be hard to get through.

You, on the other hand, were elated. The cute human who you may or may not have a crush on is standing less than fifteen feet away from you, and you weren't booted back into the veil! Maybe today you could actually stay here.

Kita watched you pull your legs off of his desk, leaning forward to grip the edge of the chair visible between your thighs. The only reason why he wasn't startled or frozen at the moment was how...non threatening you looked to him. Maybe others would say otherwise, but he's seen you enough in his dreams or out of the corner of his eyes to be fine.

The abnormally large bat shaped ears jutting out from the sides of your head shifted with every expression you made, reflecting whatever you said. Two small horns, one larger than the other, grew out of your forehead. Aside from that and your weirdly glowy (e/c) eyes, you looked more human than he thought you'd be. Still, he could just feel that you weren't.

"Well," he sighed and leaned against the doorway. "Is there something you needed, demon?"

You gasped in faux offense, chuckling shortly after. "I'm not a demon, father," you rolled your eyes. "I'm more...meta human." You gave him a toothy smile.

His look didn't falter.

"Right," you deflated at his lack of interest in your antics, dragging out the word. "I jus' wanted to see you."

That caught him off guard, his hand instinctively reaching to the cross strung around his neck. "For what reason," he started slowly.

"Mm I dunno," you gave him another insufferable smile, "Maybe I jus' really like cute humans with grey hair."

He still looked far from impressed. "Well, leave," he said.

You looked shocked for a moment. You knew he was blunt but you didn't think he would just straight up tell you to leave. You shuffled awkwardly in his chair. "You don' wanna learn about me? N'my kind n stuff," you nervously trailed off.

He sighed heavily, dragging his large, well worked hand through his cropped hair. "No, I do not. Unless you've got something important to tell me, or show me, I do not need you here."

Your ears drooped a bit. You don't know why you thought this would actually go anywhere. The longer you watched him, the more you built up this image of how it would be in your head. You'd meet, he'd fall head over heels for you, you'd be 'stuck' in this realm, an adventure would ensue, and eventually it'd end with you staying and getting married to him.

Childish, sure. Childish and rather stupid, but oh well right? As it turns out, you were far less charming to him than he was to you.

He turned to leave. He hadn't anything important to do in his office anyways, though now he just wanted to head home. "Wait!" You called.

Kita could make out the sound of his chair being pushed out as you stood up. He paused, giving you a brief invitation to say what you wanted to say. "Can you just give me a chance! Please? I'll be good, promise," you nervously tugged on your larger horn.

He looked down, eyes closing. "A chance for what."

You ignored how it sounded more like a demand than a question. "I dunno! Just hangin around? I'll even work at the church! Just let me stay with you, only for a week!"

He perked up at your offer to work at the church. Turning around, he finally looked you dead in the eye. "Only if you work."

A smile split your face, head nodding up and down feverishly.

No way in hell was this a good idea, but at least he could keep an eye on you.

~

Do not repost, translate, or copy my work on to other platforms.

#kinda hate this but whatever #hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #kita shinsuke x male reader #kita x male reader

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

HER

I was rollin' around and in my mind it occurred. What if God was a HER?

Quick lil one-shot. Erik is onstage at a poetry night.

The words Urban Fever flashed neon above the familiar stage that Erik had seen countless nights through Open Mics and jazzy blues. Erik took the stage for the former, a first time poet created by the woes of heartbreak. He'd been through a lifetime in under a year.

A packed house sat before him as he adjusted the mic making it taller from the last poet who was 5'6 in her clunky platforms. Lights blinded him from the faces of the crowd and he squinted as the liquor in his system along with the vibe of the room made his mind run backward with reminiscing. His tongue was loose recounting his too brief time with.. Her.

"I swear I lost my train of thought when I passed her, fro godly like a pastor, skin like brown alabaster.

Astral choirs sing jagged edge cause shorty done walked right out of heaven a vision fulfledged."

NINE MONTHS BACK

"E, What you doing," Diamond's irritation cut into his sinful and lustful thoughts. For a minute he forgot he was in a relationship. He couldn't say he was in love but neither could most people. Diamond was down for him at least, he knew that for sure. "E!!"

"Hm?" His mind blanked so bad he missed the turn to take Diamond to work which meant he'd be late meeting his other bitch once he dropped her off. She sighed throwing her arms.

"Really E?" Diamond cut with a look that could kill. She was visibly sick of his shit but still there.. "You gone check this bitch out right in front of me when I'm in the car? Beside you?" She pushed the wheel causing the car to drift slightly into the left lane nearly hitting the car there before he righted it. "You that bold?"

He took a low look at her from the side of his eye as he kept driving. He'd passed the girl because Diamond made him gas the car so not to get hit.

"You trippin."

"Don't do that," she groaned. "Don't LIE. You want the bitch, go get the bitch." Impulsively she grabbed for the wheel again but he blocked her. "Let me out."

"You extra right now, chill out."

"Don't tell me to chill," she grit pushing the side of his head. He gave her another side eye as he contemplated pulling over.

"Just let me turn around.. Okay?"

She groaned as her head hit back on the headrest. "I don't know why I fuck with you, you ain't shit, never gonna be shit, make me feel like shit over your shit. It's just shit."

"So leave then Diamond! I don't need to hear that shit."

"I really should.. I'm not dumb, I know you cheating! I don't know why I stay with you when I know better."

"You know why."

Eight thick inches explained exactly why. He purposely missed the next turn hoping to find that girl walking again before she disappeared.

"I swear to-," she jumped suddenly, "LET ME OUT. I'M DONE, LET ME OUT!"

"Aye, chill. I'm a get you to work."

"NO. FUCK YOU," she pointed popping her door open before the car could make a full stop. He didn't stop and she either had to roll out or shut the door. She slammed it. She was finna be late as hell.. Meanwhile he was circling the area tryna go back to find that mystery woman he'd spotted before. Diamond wasn't dumb. She was shaking with anger, talking to herself.

The tall drink of hot chocolate with the god tier afro stood gracefully at the crosswalk looking like she'd flewn right out of heaven and into Stockton. Erik didn't know what the hell he was thinking.. he wasn't.. but he was damn near leaning on Diamond while steering the car closer to the sidewalk, rolling at a crawl to match this new woman's pace as his current sat fuming in the seat, shoving him off of her.

This new woman was divine. There were diamonds dusted in her skin like he'd never seen on a woman who wasn't on a TV screen. When she walked down the sidewalk, the world became chopped and screwed. That's how fixated he was. Not even Diamond slapping at him or shoving him could break his focus on that woman and her walk as he cruised beside her as though the surrounding traffic didn't exist.

"LET ME OUT," Diamond yelled smacking his face. She'd been trying the break the passenger door handle.. like he wouldn't make her pay for it. He finally stopped the car to let her noisy ass walk.

"Bye," he muttered pulling off to catch up with the fro'd up goddess.

"DON'T TALK TO HIM, HE'S TRASH," Diamond yelled from afar, her voice carrying faster than she could physically catch up. Erik wasn't bothered or embarrassed.

He had to think carefully of what to say. How could he impress this girl without her thinking he was a creep? Following her probably wasn't helping. Luckily she dropped something. It looked like money. Seizing his opportunity, he quickly parked in a no parking zone and dashed to snatch up what he discovered to be a twenty dollar bill.

"AYE.." he called ahead to no avail. He had to jog to catch up and when he reached her side, he noticed she had in earbuds. He waved for her attention and she fixed her eyes cautiously. Her almond eyes lined in jet black were just as black. She gritted on him hard. Even her disgusted face attracted him. She turned her nose up until she saw the twenty in his hand folded the same way the one in her pocket had been. He had her. "You dropped this.."

His hand smoothly ghosted hers as she took it. She felt like velvet to the touch.

"Thanks.."

She gave him a second look and he bit his lip as he met her eyes wondering how to make his next move.

"Ok.. so that's it?"

Her question caught him off guard.

"You do all that, follow me for damn near three blocks and now you've got nothing to say? That was anticlimactic."

Erik's jaw dropped slightly before he caught it.

"Wanna ride?"

She turned her nose up and he presented his key fob watching her deliberate on whether or not to trust him.

"Might as well.. before you get towed. Goofy ass," she mumbled with humor. There was something about her voice that was familiar and calming, the deep timbre. He rushed to retrieve the car. His face said it all as he opened the car door for her. It wasn't something he'd been in a habit of doing.

"Why thank you," she smirked.

"Of course... Why walk when you can be chauffeured," he commented when he was in.

"I like my woman black as the heart of an Aryan. Black as the back of a diabetic's neck. Black as coffee with no cream. My girl looks like 2 AM in a blackout."

Erik glanced wistfully to his memories ignorant to the soulful groans, snaps, and hums from the crowd. Of course his woman was no more, but he carried her still regardless..

Erik was stuck. He couldn't be away from his peace especially in the quiet moments when neither of them had anywhere they'd rather be than side by side doing whatever. Nail shop? He was in the pedicure massage chair right beside her with a drink and his feet up. Bank? They'd hit the BB&T and the SunTrust in one trip. They paid bills together.

"E, hand me my debit."

"You tryna pay it?"

"Yeah, I gotta pay today."

"I already did that."

"You paid mine?"

She seemed pleasantly shocked which was what Erik wanted.. to make her happy. Especially considering the pushback she got for their relationship. There were a lot of hating ass bitches.

"I heard you talked to Bianca.." He watched for any sign that she was omitting details to spare him. He didn't need to be spared. She took a deep breath and he knew without her speaking that some choice words had been exchanged. Afterall, he was playing Bianca with a whole girlfriend before leaving them both for this new flame. Bianca hadn't reacted well when she found out. "What she say," he inquired with faux calm. He had every intention of cussing out all his exes.. every one of them who had a problem with him moving on. It was the side effect of dating crazy bitches. They were too passionate. They couldn't just let shit rock, they had to harass him and his girl.

"I ain't worried about her, she can try me if she wants.. I'll knock her ass out that's for sure."

"Aight then," Erik smirked. He still planned to say something. "What she say though," he pressed.

"Same shit. She can't comment on anything but my skin because she knows I look better then her."

Erik was disappointed every time he thought of the fact that he'd unknowingly fucked a self hating colorist. He hadn't seen it before but now that he was serious about this new girl, true colors were showing.. and it wasn't just Bianca.

In a moment of fuck it after a sweaty quickie in the post office parking lot, Erik uploaded a chest-up pic of him and his cutie glowing from within with smiles white enough to rival the purest coke. She clung to him, laughing from the gut with crinkled eyes about something they'd both previously witnessed and he was grinning full force. That was the shot. Very pure. It'd brought him joy just looking at it, but others ain't feel what he felt and they had words about it. He cut off a childhood friend over a conversation where the guy'd said something casually insulting.

"How you ain't mean it when it came outta your mouth," Erik challenged. His friend was a damn coon.

Even worse was witnessing the treatment of her when it wasn't immediately clear they were together. She stood firm and held her own with class and dignity but it was work she didn't deserve to have to do. He couldn't be there for it all and even before he'd entered her life these problems were there.. but still..

"You know you perfect?" Erik asked this question at least once every other day to uplift his woman.

"Erik I need you to pick me up from work today," she said one day and when he asked why, she stated that her tire was flat. There was a nail in it. He sighed rubbing roughly through the fuzzy growout at the base of his locs. It had Evil Ex written all over it.

"I'll take take of it," he ensured. "I'll meet you for lunch too, wait for me."

His dedication knew no bounds. His loyalty had never before existed. His feelings for this woman were like nothing he'd ever felt.

Five months in.. he felt the same way. He'd never lived with a woman.. He'd never been faithful in his life, but then he'd never been in love.

Eight months.. she was still perfection through the good and bad and he'd do anything. He saw it all. The attitude, the dookie braids, the subtle insecurities, the slight messiness around the house, the flaws.. and all he could think of was that... he had his eye on a ring.. one with diamonds that matched the diamonds he saw in her soft rich deep brown skin.

"I'm casting all my game hoping she bite. Told her ass: You got that air that I like. Derriere sky high bite down I like to hit it from the bike. She say she love when daddy cum and fill it up just right."

The ring was still in Erik's pocket. It flipped absentmindedly through his fingers as he spoke. Unfortunately she'd never gotten it.

26 DAYS PRIOR

Erik gave backshots through the hour of 5 PM. Both he and his girl had arrived home around the same time and it was on sight.

"Hey.. Bae.. Get up and fix me something to eat," he whispered in her ear as she was laid out and half asleep. He was laid out as well with little energy after emptying himself of everything. He nudged her and she groaned but sat up.

"You can't fix it? I don't wanna move," she snickered.

"Pleaaaase," he begged watching her give in as she stretched. He smacked her ass as she rose. Then he rolled over and closed his eyes, hungry but ready to sleep. He inhaled her fresh scent left over on the pillow. It reminded him of oceans.

The doorbell rang.

He figured it was a package, something else she'd ordered. The closet was full. He drifted off.

When a half hour passed he opened his eyes and she still hadn't returned, she had to be cooking something. The thought hit him to surprise her in the kitchen by taking her as she cooked. It would be sexy..

When he walked out to the kitchen, he immediately entered a state of shock. Not only was she not cooking or coming back.. She had left a note that amounted to this:

Erik.. I'm leaving you for my ex.

Apparently her ex had showed which meant they'd been in contact... she even let him in.

Turned out he'd been a rebound all along.

"I should've known better..," Erik's head dropped in dark humor as his story came to a close. "When a goddess says her name is Karma that means misery. Better run if you got a history. I guess if she's God then God's testing me. Cuz she sure left with the best of me."

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[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

Hey Miyabi, I want to ask about the basic of scanning books. First of all, is there a major difference in using a printer scanner and an actual scanner other than higher DPI?, and how do you manage to scan a book without having those shadows where the papers caved in to connect to the spine of the book? do you have to remove the spine to have individual papers or is there a way to have good scans without cutting your book? Thanks!

Sorry for the delay in replying to this, just bad timing due to the contest results write up and then work bogging me down. No, I personally haven't seen a major difference between using my printer/scanner combo and the pure scanner. I'm sure it's just as much a "you get what you pay for" situation, where obviously some professional scanners have more power and capabilities, or better software that come with it. And speed likely is improving with newer models. But between the two I own, I don't see major differences between the scans at the same DPI on each. The pure scanner I got at the beginning of the year was foremost for film scanning, but the times I have used it as a flatbed, quality has been mostly similar.

One example where I preferred the combo scanner was when I scanned the print I received from Gary of the Archie Cold Crush cover. Because it was a print, the pure scanner (top) really caught the pixelated print details at their finest, and it left a lot of the shading splotchy, which made the pic look gross. Scanning it with my combo scanner (bottom), it kept the shading smooth, and more accurate to how it should look. So, you never really know until to fool around with it, and mess with settings.

In terms of the shadows, yes, it is very hard to pull off if the book is thick. It is sort of inevitable that it will look like this and you'll ruin the image you want scanned most, if you can't fully flatten the page.

People who are more courageous than me do break the spines and remove each page to scan them flat. I just mentally can't do it and ruin my books. There is also more expensive, professional technology that has an answer for it, though, nowadays.

But myself, if I can get a clean scan, it's because I am carefully bending the book enough to get one half of the book as flat as I can onto the glass, holding that page down on the flatbed, and then doing a little touchup magic with the edges after. Manga is much easier to fix. Color pages, not so much.

Like, this Rockman 8 manga sample obviously has the bend outside the panels, and the shadows are evident, even with a tighter left crop:

But a quick little eraser or paint bucket tool to match the white area of the page, and presto! ~ your shadow from the spine is gone:

Well, mostly, as I see a little I left on the bottom left. I just did that quick for an example. ^^; Could also extend the image out a little to the left if I wanted, to balance the border width on both sides, and many people wouldn't be any the wiser to the editing. Spending a little time doing touchup like that happens with most of my scans anymore, including all the settei posts.

Hope that helps!

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[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Their best sexual characteristic | Haikyuu!! Headcanons 』

Part 4/?

Characters: female!reader, Kageyama Tobio, Nishinoya Yuu, Tendou Satori

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, headcanons, imagines

Attention: All characters in this series are aged up to be at least 18+

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: I've noticed that the more I do these, the longer they get, and now I feel bad that some of the others might have been neglected T^T

Oh, and I got a new phone, and now the emojis don't look the same... Please tell me if any of them look weird or don't fit the ~vibe~. Previous parts are linked at the bottom ♡ Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! Imo~

Kageyama Tobio

» How vocal he is

Kageyama can't help it, but he moans, groans, and growls with every second of pleasure those deep thrusts have him singinggg 👅

It's such a desperate, stimulating sound that falls from his lips

It turns you on no end hnng

Gets your pussy dripping, which drives him insane

It didn't used to be like that, though

At first he used to stifle his sounds because he was embarrassed

He had heard somewhere stupid that it was 'unmanly' to moan during sex, and became self conscious about it my poor, sweet baby 😭

Like, who even thought if that?! Shame on you!! >:(

But it didn't take long for you to realise something was wrong he had to be so focused just to hold it in, so it was kind of obvious something was up

So one time, when he was buried inside you, clearly struggling to stifle the sounds in his throat, you pulled his head down to your lips and whispered in his ear how much you wanted to hear him moan for you

He was a little taken aback at first, wondering if it was really okay he looked so innocent right then

But you stroked his hair and reassured him that you wanted every part of him, and he didn't have to hold back or hide anything from you like, please. Guys' moans are so hot 💦

As he eased into it, getting used to allowing the sounds to flow, his thrusts got deeper and faster, the blush on his cheeks reddening with every inch further inside you so freaking adorable

He was pressed down on top of you with his hips flush with yours, his desperate sounds filling your ears, pushing you closer to the edge

It was mind-numbing how erotic it was to finally hear just how much he wanted you – how good it felt inside you

And when he came with a whimpering moan of relief, you toppled over the edge, spasming around him please, omg

You had a soft heart-to-heart about it after, curled up in bed together, making sure he felt comfortable with things and LOVED, DAMN IT

Lots of hand holding, hair stroking, and forehead and shoulder kisses by both of you 💋

Now he never hides it from you as it should be

It's brought you much closer as lovers, deepening the connection between you. You're both much happier now it's too cute, I fucking can't

Though the neighbours aren't so appreciative 🤭

I literally love Kageyama. Please cherish him with your entire soul

Nishinoya Yuu

» His spontaneity

There's no such thing a dull sex routine with this hyperactive firecracker 💥

Or any kind of routine, for that matter lmao

Anything romantic or sexual always happens spur of the moment, keeping it fresh and interesting and damn hot *fans self*

Now, Noya isn't massive in the dick department, no third leg, I'm afraid, ladies

But he's actually really decently sized, and as it turns out, the perfect size and shape for quickies which you most definitely do a lot of

Noya definitely isn't afraid of sex in public places kinda turns him on, tbh

Places you've boned, given him a blowjob, dry humped, or he's fingered you include: the park (behind some trees), in the car, in the stall of a restaurant toilet, and at the beach never again, omg, the FREAKING SAND

All this spontaneity, however, means that you're sometimes caught without a condom which will either turn you on more or make you think again depending on the circumstances

Noya is all too happy to go in raw if you're cool with it, but he does try to remember to keep a fresh rubber in his pants or wallet

He buys the extra thin-feel condoms because the sensation inside you drives him literally feral

They sometimes fall out when he's getting something out of his pocket, and it's always at the absolute worst times

Like that time he got his phone out to show your parents a some cute vacay pics, and then BAM, there it was, on the floor between you all hahahaaa, omg. You wanted to die

But it's not just about getting it on in dangerous or compromising places, though

He's just as spontaneous at home, like on the couch while watching Netflix, on the counter top while you're in the middle of cooking don't worry, you turned the stove off first, in the middle of the night when neither of you can sleep, or when you're collapsed in a giggling heap together after a short and decisive pillow fight I'll let you decide who won

It's not about specifically when or where for Noya, but about when if feels right. When that connection is there mah heart

He also tries his absolute best to talk with you about what you do and don't like, what you'd be willing to try, etc. in your free time or in make out sessions, because he's aware his spontaneity can make it hard to talk about those things and that's not his intention at all

But one thing is for sure: it's never, ever boring with Noya

He'd be like this even if y'all got married 💍

Like, you don't have to worry about a dull, routinely or (God forbid) sexless marriage. That's not his style at ALL

Tendou Satori

» His goofiness

This lanky bean can't get enough of your laugh, your smile, your giggles just you in general

He thinks it's when you're at your prettiest

So it follows that he does everything he can to see it, especially when he's trying to make the both of you cum

Smile like that when he's inside you and he'll probably shoot his loud prematurely, lmao

His naturally wacky personality really lends to it, sending you into laughing fits on a regular basis you literally get stitches in your sides

He does all sorts of things on a regular basis in order to see that beautiful smile of yours, like blowing raspberries on your neck and stomach,

~doing stupid impressions,

~having pillow fights,

~giving you piggybacks around the shopping mall at top speed like a madman,

~tickling you in that spot that only he knows about that always makes you giggle and squirm

so freaking adorable!!

He tones down the silliness a little when you're having sex because he knows it's important and not a joke, but sometimes he just can't help himself it's his natural state, after all

And honestly, it's a blessing to have a boyfriend who can make you laugh out of bed AND in it

Awkward moments, like queefs, accidentally breaking bed slats, or getting leg cramps, are always immediately dissipated by his easy going, fun loving attitude a Godsend, honestly

But he normally knows when not to turn things into a joke, making for a pretty healthy, balanced attitude

It makes for such a warm, comforting atmosphere where you feel completely at ease and at home

You feel like you can tell him anything – and you do

Sex is literally so fun with him, but it doesn't detract for the moment at all it's still hawt

He's all down to try new positions and keep it fresh, especially if the position looks fun wheelbarrow, anyone? Lmfao

Spooning!! It's so fun a squishy, and he's a but of a clingy boy

He loves nuzzling the nape of your neck, and sometimes it turns into ✨spooning sex✨

His cock's really long with a nice curve to it, so he can get a great angle like that, ayyee

It sometimes seems like sex is almost too fun for Tendou it's pretty much his favourite past time

But not in a creepy way. This goofy baby is absolutely adorable

please love this man

♡°☆°♡°☆°♡

Part 1: Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo

Part 2: Ushijima, Suga, Bokuto

Part 3: Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Asahi

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

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BEHIND THE SCENES | 06

"Hey, guys!" Tori rushed with excitement and confusion as she plopped down beside Andre, after throwing her phone in Beck's face.

Andre and Beck were sitting at their usual lunch table by themselves since their girlfriends were pissed at the both of them.

Beck had been caught out with another girl without telling Mel.

"Dude. . ." Tori breathed. "Look what's on the buzzfinger homepage."

"Oh, poor Jay Leno," Beck pouted.

"No, under that," Tori huffed.

"Oh."

"Oh?" Tori scoffed. "That's you and Alyssa Vaughn, together."

"No way," Andre's eyes widened looking at Beck.

He knew better than to take a look at Tori's phone, his girlfriend had eyes and ears everywhere... and vise versa.

"Why are you guys so impressed?"

"'Cause Alyssa Vaughn is famous," Tori started. "Plus her father's a billionaire."

"And hot," Sinjin chimed as he walked past, to which the gang ignored.

"Explain this," Tori squinted.

"She's in my yoga class. Some paparazzi showed up and took that pic, but we're just friends," Beck explained sipping his coffee.

"Uh-hh, and how did Mel react when she found out you were friends with Alyssa Vaughn?" Tori grilled to which Andre co-signed.

"Mel was cool with it," Beck lied earning a look from the two.

"Mel and Lani threw a brick at me after kicking me out of their house and telling me to go play in traffic," Beck shrugged sipping his iced coffee again.

Andre and Tori grimaced.

"Yeah, well I'd tread lightly, 'cause I don't think the twins are the type to be okay with--" Tori was interrupted by Trina's big announcement.

"As you all may know, I'm Trina Vega. . ."

"Beck- Hey! We are not done talking about this," Mel stomped off behind Beck not having it in her to flip or twirl.

The couple had been arguing about the Alyssa Vaughn situation Beck was honestly over it.

He thought that Mel was only doing this to start an argument so he didn't feel the need to take her seriously.

"I am"

"Well, I'm not." Mel gritted out trying to keep her emotions at bay.

"Listen, Alyssa Vaughn is just a friend," Beck repeated slowly trying to get his girlfriend to comprehend him.

"Yeah whatever, a friend who's already sent you six text messages today," Mel scoffed hearing Beck's phone buzz. "Seven."

"You don't know that's her."

"Is it?" Mel gritted, watching Beck check his notifications before looking at her sheepishly.

"What's your favorite tropical fruit?"

"The pineapple and I don't like your new little relationship with Alyssa Vaughn," Mel explained trying not to yell, knowing that wouldn't get her anywhere.

"It's a text message Melanin," Beck sighed throwing his head back in annoyance. He used her government name.

Which of course bothered Mel extremely. Her biggest pet peeve was seeming as if she was being clingy, annoying, and/ or invasive.

She would leave with no hesitation if she got a sign that she was being any of those things.

"And what does it say?" Mel raged.

"Maybe, 'Hi, Beck. My daddy just got richer and I got prettier. Let's fuck," Mel mocked surprising Beck who shook his head in disbelief.

"Okay, let me see if I understand you," Beck breathed spinning around to face Mel who nodded.

"Let's see if you do."

"Because you and I date, I can't be friends with other girls?"

"You can be friends with other girls, Beck," Mel started. "Just not girls who are gorgeous socialites, who text message you a hundred times a day."

Mel held a finger up stopping Beck, before going to continue.

"And the fact that you didn't tell me you were going out with her, is a little alarming yeah? You never keep secrets from me, and you always tell me everything, and I you," Mel explained calmly making Beck feel a little on edge.

He still thought she was in the wrong and he didn't find a problem with hanging with another girl.

Sure he admits he could've let Mel know beforehand but he thought he'd just tell her later on since he and Alyssa didn't do anything together.

"You know, you-" Beck started before his eyes landed on Tori and Lani. "Tori. Lani, can you come here?"

"What??" Tori groaned, while as Lani walked forward with no complaints.

She had her sisters back no matter what because she knows she would do the same for her.

"If you were my girlfriend--" Beck started only to be cut off by the twins.

"Nice. Great way to start the question," Mel sighed.

"You're not my type," Lani shrugged locking arms with her sister.

"Would you be all freaked out that I'm just friends with Alyssa Vaughn?"

"Who cares what she thinks?" Lani spat surprising both Beck and Tori.

Lani didn't have a problem with Tori it was just she always got mad when her twin did. Plus she didn't trust the Vega.

But she couldn't be so sure about the younger Vega who whacked her sister in the face for no sufficient reason.

"Honestly, I wouldn't love it," Tori shrugs.

"I care what she thinks," Mel nodded locking arms with the Vega who smiled loving to feel included.

"How can you say that?" Beck scoffs. "You don't even-"

"You know, I really don't wanna be in the middle of this," Tori tried only to be pulled back by Lani.

"No, you stay right here."

"No-"

"You don't think girlfriend should trust her boyfriend?" Beck questions eyeing Melanin who stiffened.

"No, I do-"

"You don't think I trust you, is that it?" Mel scoffed all the anger leaving her body, instead of being replaced with disbelief and exhaustion.

She had over thought about this argument since they even got together and now that it was actually happening she didn't know how to react.

"Get out of here, Tori," Lani shooed.

"I'd love to."

"Stay!" Beck called, making the brunette groan.

"I do trust you, Beck. I always do I just don't understand why you choose to have female friends now all of a sudden." Mel whispered hating the look of annoyance in her boyfriend's eyes.

She was annoying him.

The love of her life thought she was annoying.

Had she always annoyed him?

Is she annoying?

Was he the only one that felt that way?

"I just- we've never had this problem before..." Mel trailed off ignoring the look of sadness her twin sister and friend gave her.

"Okay, you know what? Can you just drop it? I already have your family on my ass about the stupid picture and I don't need you annoying me to death about it either," Beck glared shocking the twin and the brunette who both huddled up closer to Mel.

"I didn't do anything with that girl and maybe if you weren't so worried about you and your insecurities you would see that."

He hadn't meant for it to come out that way it just did, he wasn't even annoyed by her in fact he was kind of happy she felt protective over him like that.

It was part of the reason why they would argue about small things because he enjoyed the make-up sex.

He hadn't realized that he had thrown one of her insecurities up in her face... Until it was too late..

She had already made up her mind.

"All right, you know what?" Mel started off softly before straightening up and forcing the hurt and betrayal down.

He didn't deserve her tears.

"Tell me what." Beck spat causing the girls except Mel to flinch.

He had been so blinded by his rage and somewhat annoyance that he didn't realize that he was about to lose the very thing that always had his back through everything.

"No, no. Do not tell him what," Both Tori and Lani tried, sure the girls thought Beck was being a dick to Mel, but that doesn't mean they wanted the two to break up.

"If I'm so annoying why don't I just leave you alone?" Mel shrugged crossing her arms as if to protect her heart.

"Why don't you?" Beck shrugged back, almost immediately regretting it as he watched her walk away.

"Lose her number," Lani glared before following behind her sister dragging Tori off behind her.

"You're being ridiculous!" Beck shouted out turning heads. Only to be ignored.

She couldn't be that upset with him... She was only joking, right?

A gut feeling told him otherwise.

Beck and Mel were no more.

[bxllafanficc]

¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plizetsky x reader)

(Part three)

Part one. Part two. Part four part five Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: mentions of minor injury, tsundere Yuri

*Yuri's POV*

"Do it again. This time slow down and think every turn through before you start over."

It's worse than he anticipated. How many practices did he cancel exactly? The sweat is pooling at the base of his hairline and he can feel a nerve in his pinky twitch uncontrollably after using his hand to save him from a particularly bad fall after attempting a rushed series of jumps ending in a loop. The all too pleasant sound of the blades of his skates cutting up fresh ice from the surface is mixed with grunts of frustration and rapid panting. His mind tells him to repeat repeat repeat from the start if he gets something wrong. Repeat until he gets it right and then move on.

Yakov is visibly in a bad mood after seeing how much training they had to get done before moving to his sessions with (Y/n). That means hiring her longer than expected and that's something both him and Yakov wants to avoid. Not because they don't have the money, but because she'll be wandering around without a purpose in Japan, waiting for Yuri to get back in shape.

Another fall. Yuri attempts to use his other hand for support and spring on his feet again but the balance fails him since it's the wrong hand and the inner edge of his right skate bends outwards. He stumble for a second but gets right onto repeating the combination. Deadset to move on as fast as possible.

He knew that Yakov said they would be starting tomorrow morning with his time at the rink. Though,  Yuri had a feeling he would need all the extra time he could get.

(Y/n). The aftermath of his first meeting with the all too famous singer started kicking in. All he could do was thinking about it. His harsh behavior and the disappointment in her response. 'Your voice isn't that special'. Why did he say that when she's literally gold winner of the hottest contest in current time? Even worse, why did he say that when until today he had been following her journey through We Are Voice with a great interest? He especially remember the shock of entire Russian population when she chose to compete with 'Scream' by Sergey Lazarev. That song got sent as Russia's participating song in Eurovision Song Contest. The music contest arranged by the European countries each year. Even though it only came in 3rd place that year it certainly felt like we had won with such a legendary cover. Her presence glowing on stage like that with one of the prides of Russia certainly exploded all over the internet.

But now? It felt too surreal to stand in the same room as the (y/n) (l/n) from that performance. Like he shouldn't know stuff like what shampoo she uses or her off-camera personality. It was almost too intimate in a way and Yuri wasn't sure that he wanted to get to know her. And certainly not as his coach. That just felt like some sense of mockery to him. 'Hey, let's pic the girl who won gold for her intense stage-presence because Yuri is that sucky on feeling stuff.' Was the stuff people surely would be saying about him as soon as media got hold on the news. No, not that he cared about what other's said. It was partly true.

Each jump more rushed than the other, his ears tuned out the sound of Yakov's irritated voice at the end of the rink. The only sound he heard was the sound of his skates clashing and his own breath. Somewhere a door opened and he heard quiet voices at the entrance.

Great. An audience. He decided to stop with the combination for one moment and went with a basic camel spin, slowly fading into an upright spin, hoping into a salchow. The intention was to gain some of his dignity back before he would have to go back falling on his face again. But when the rotation of the salchow was off, anger burned up inside him. Now he was determined to get the jump right followed by the combined spins.

"Yuri, you still have to..." Yakov said to him somewhere to his left but he didn't hear much of it. Or was it right? No, behind him. Where was he located again? Doesn't matter, just keep moving.

Where are the walls of the rink? No, just do it.

It's just camel, upright and salcho-

*smack*

A heavy impact to his head and startled gasps somewhere. He was on the ground now, clutching his forehead in his hand. After one look of the object causing the impact he groaned and stood up in a haze. That damned wall. Was he really that caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize his balance was completely off even before the finishing jump?

He looked around on the people inside the room. Yakov with his furrowed brows and a girl and a man running into a lounge. That must be the piglet's friends. And beside Yakov a few turns away-

(Y/n). Of course she had to see that. After her stern words at dinner time, Yuri had no intention of causing a further scolding from her. Yakov he could handle but her, just ridiculous.

The old man flailed his arms for a motion for Yuri to continue practicing.

"Don't stop now! You haven't gotten it right yet!"

R-right, he stopped moving and ended up staring at the people around him. Even if he didn't get to catch his breath, he still was too far behind to call it a day now. 'This time I'll have to get it right.' He thought and proceeded to finish the camel/upright spin and then-

Yes! He landed on the outer edge with his right foot like expected and took a little skip to finish it off more aesthetically pleasing.

He tried to ignore the blood pounding in his ears as he went back to the previous combination. But once again the loop faltered and the muscles in his hand hissed underneath the ice as he held himself upright.

"Hey, Yuri! You go take a breather, don't ya? And come here while you do."

It was (Y/n) who rested her arms against the edge of the rink. But a confused cough from Yakov made him hesitate and he stood still, waiting for the two of them to decide for him. He should probably keep going-

"But he just got it right!"

"I can tell when someone's on the verge of collapsing. It's very clear that he won't get anything done if you keep it at this rate. Hell, he might even get seriously injured if his limbs don't follow instructions, Yakov. At least grant him a break." The smile (Y/n) gave the man was a sign to say 'no hard feelings' but the tone of her voice said otherwise. After a moment of silence he nodded and waved at Yuri to get off the ice towards (Y/n). But Yuri didn't really want to be alone with her so he went to the opposite side of where she was waiting for him. He earned a questioning look from her but just waved it off with his own hand.

His fingers were cold and stale. It was hard getting a good grip on the shoelaces and getting the blades in its sheathing. He grunted and leaned back against his seat, the skates still on his feet and his hands turned to fists.

"I know you don't need my help." The boy gazes up at the girl beside him. His new coach looks down at him from where he's sitting and takes a seat beside him. A first aid kit and a blanket rests in her lap.

He sits up properly and turns his head away from her, continuing to untie his skates.

"You're right, I don't."

"You're very consistent. I personally think you did a grea-"

"Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to meet your fans or something?" Yuri knew it was risky to cut your coach off mid-sentence but the words came anyway. Besides, is she really a coach if she has zero experience how to teach others? She's just playing like Victor did two years ago and kept doing so. Even if she's no coach, her (h/c) eyes still feels like they are piercing his soul and there no way to shield himself from her. He feels like an open book for her to abuse so... Maybe she's just good at reading emotions and not actually teaching them. How does one teach emotions? What will she be doing exactly?

"That ended hours ago. You weren't at Hot Springs when I returned so Victor figured you'd be here."

Stupid Victor. Couldn't he tell that Yuri didn't want her near?

(Y/n) opened up the first aid kit and Yuri eyed it carefully. She handed him the blanket with an extended arm but he just swatted it away. It fell on the floor and she stared at it blankly. Then she bent forwards and picked it back up, forcefully wrapping it around the skater burrito style.

"Wha- stop it!" He pouted and shot daggers at her once again. This time, he only earned a grin of satisfaction from her as she took a cotton pad and drenched it in hydrogen peroxide.

"You earned a pretty nasty wound when you headbanged the wall, you know." He knew. Blood was dripping into his left eye and made his vision turn red. He started thrashing and trying to eel his way away from her. That caused her to take a steady grip of both of his cheeks and hold him still. The look she gave him said 'don't you dare move again' and she put the drenched cotton against his forehead. Sharp pain exploded from the wound and he hissed. When the pad was removed, a wet tissue swept up the blood on his cheek and on his eyelid. The touch was cool against his hot skin. Some of his vision turned back and he released a small sigh of relief. Lastly a bandaid was put over the wound. He saw (Y/n) judging her work carefully and then she nodded to herself.

He jolted slightly when he felt her grab his hand with careful manners. Her hands spread is fingers cautiously and he felt her thumb swipe over his still twitching pinky.

"You feel this, right? Does it hurt badly?" Her voice was soft like a breeze and it startled him slightly. A moment ago she was rough and stern and now she's soft and tender? And for the record, yes. Yes he does feel that. And he doesn't even want to begin to think of how soft her hands are-

"No... It's nothing." He lied. But what else what he supposed to say anyway. His hand was swollen but he can't skate with a bandage. But depending on the unimpressed look she gave him, he knew she wasn't buying any of his bullshit.

"Then how come your face looks like that when I touch this spot?" She spoke and applied the slightest of pressure in between the joints of his knuckles. He let out a forced 'owowow' at the action and yanked his hand out of her grip.

"Fine! But you don't have to hurt me further then!"

"Then only one hurting you here, is yourself."

She picked up the rolled bandage and grabbed his hand once again. He took a moment to linger his attention on what she said. How is he hurting himself? He's just doing what needs to be done!

Yakov returned to the two of them and stood slightly off to the side. Yuri saw the dismay in his eyes when he saw the bandage (Y/n) held.

"Kid, we're done for today. Take the rest of the day to gain back your energy for tomorrow's practice."

Yuri nodded and kept watching (Y/n) wrap the bandage. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but catch the mild scent of peach and wild berries. But there was something else. Probably (f/c) (favorite scent) and it smelled fantastic for some reason.

"You know, you should probably get settled into your room immediately when we return." (Y/n) spoke up and flashed Yuri a smile.

"I'll help you." She continued but he shook his head.

"No, that won't be necessary!"

"Oh right, there is one more thing I forgot to mention earlier." Yakov leaned against the walls of the rink as (Y/n) finished wrapping Yuri's hand with the bandage. It felt better with the comforting pressure onto his swollen hand. Jokes aside, maybe he could actually find something to enjoy at his stay here.

"Hot Springs and the hotels in Japan are currently all occupied. You will be staying in (Y/n)'s room thought your stay, as roommates."

...

Nevermind, scratch that thought.

#yuri on ice fanfiction #yuri on ice fandom #yurianime #yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #victor nikirofov #yuri plisetsky x reader #yuri plisetsky #anime fanfic #fanfiction #animelove #anime

[thirstofgames]

kitty and the jailbird

#️⃣2️⃣

-IT'S A MATCH-

A blank chat popped open and Damien stared at it for a second. He had honestly not expected it. The girl actually swiped him right. He looked at the clock impatiently; he did not have much time left in the library. There was a loud shout from the hallway, his muscles tensing, ready to hide the phone and bolt at any second.

He regretted that last question right as he pushed send. It sounded so bitter in his head now. It was a dating app after all and she was a good looking young woman.

you there?

...

hello?

busy flirting with your other matches, huh?

And there it was all about to end, the hot topic of his whereabouts. And the swift and cruel rejection that followed. It had already happened one too many times! Could he go through his again? Was it worth it? His palms were sweaty, but he never felt so cold. If the ground could just open up and swallow him whole before she finished asking... 

No, sorry

Just a little surprised we matched

you can unmatch if you want

Well, what I want is to talk with you 😊

Your profile caught my eye

what part?

Your profile pic at first.

Most guys can't pull off the broken, deep and scowling thing

But... looks good on you.

you don't look so bad yourself-

but then I read your description...

and I have to know something

shoot 🙄

It was a simple Yes/No question, but it took Kate way to long to answer. She bit her lip, thinking hard on the possibilities. It was such an unfair question though. She was not going to leave, but was not going to pursue anything with him until she knew what he was in for and how long he was going to be locked up. She'd wasted enough years waiting up on others... 

I'm just a little confused 🤔

Are you really in jail?

you gonna leave if I say yes?

It really depends...

A bittersweet smile spread on his lips. What was he expecting from a girl like her? She probably had a nice job, a supporting family and tons of friends and... an actual future. Why would she even consider wasting her time with him? The little time he had left... Better to just pull off the band aid!

She felt to bad! She hadn't meant to disregard his feelings, but wasn't it fair to let her know what she was getting into? She didn't even know what he was expecting from the conversation they were having... She was curious, but she didn’t want to lead him on.

okay, let's just say...

the orange pants and barbed wire are real

OMG

I have so mane questions 😱

here we go...

What did you do?

Wait, where do you even hide your phone?

STOP!

enough with the interrogation, alright?

I'm just curious...

sure, but i'm more than just a prisoner

a little respect goes a long way

Kate’s heart sank. He was hot, but the prison was a serious issue... She supposed people were not lining up to get to know him. He seemed pretty well rounded and mannered, but he was very defensive about his crime. Did that mean it was something really bad? But he was on a dating app... so maybe he was getting out soon? 

You're right!

I'm so sorry 😓

Let's change the subject

Why don't you tell me what you're looking for

hmmm

What?

i'm thinking...

nobody's really asked me that before

Seriously?

most people stop talking to me when they find out i'm locked up

i don't really blame them. i'm rough around the edges.

She didn't say anything for a while and Damien started wondering if he should just close the damn phone and leave. He should also probably take a break from Lovelink after this... it clearly wasn't doing him any good. Dark thoughts swarmed his mind and he had to close his eyes and head his head back against the bookshelf to get rid of the harrowing feeling. Like he was falling in an endless pit...  

The screen showed him typing and deleting several responses. Kate pursed her lips, impatient. Had she said anything wrong? She’d never spoken to someone who’d been locked up, she was still unsure what could trigger painful memories, or just remind him that he was... not free. But he said he just wanted to chat and his profile mentioned 'deep conversations'... 

Okay, I'm not running away, for now

but...

But I can't really make up my mind

If I don't know anything about you

So...

alright

honestly I'm just looking to talk to someone from the outside

it can get pretty boring in here, just waiting around the clock

Let's be friends then 😊

I'll be your window to the outside world

If that's alright with you...?

Damien sighed on the other end. Beggars can’t be choosers. It was a step in the right direction though. Maybe he was not going to find the love of his life at the very fucking end of said life. He was not living in some fairytale! He was still going to die, alone and forgotten.

But maybe... just a little less alone at the very end of his road. One friend meant more than none and maybe, just maybe... he could tell her his side of the story. Eventually. She seemed patient and understanding enough. Let at least one person out there know he did not murder his own father. 

sure

that's more than most

Of course a pretty thing like her got a lot on attention... She was only chatting up with him because the others were offline- 

but it must have been pretty bad to be such a long sentence

you still can't tell me what the crime was?

look, i've been making my own rules my whole life

you better ask what crimes I DIDN'T do

wow...

i'm no bragging or anything, just letting you know where I'm at

anyways, I'm more interested in what you're all about

what are you doing on an app like this?

Honestly...

I was about to uninstall it right before we matched 😅

Oh

you already found the one?

or no luck at all?

Well, I went on a few nice dates...

i see

Suddenly his experience on the app seemed less awful. Maybe it was not the right place. Or perhaps it was just the place for a misfit like him, here with all the weirdoes and con artists. 

And then they ditched me for their exes

Just my luck 😂

Oh and I swear to god if I see one more vampire 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄

vampires?

Yeees

You wouldn't believe some of the things I saw...

OMG, one dude was actually dresses up as a centaur

I...

don't even want to ask

There's also the 'prince' scam going around

Dudes claiming to be the heirs of some  

Made up countries and asking you for money

It wasn't quite a rejection, but it still hurt a little. She already mentioned twice she was only interested in him as friends. She didn't need to spell it out every few minutes! But she was the only one... 

Met some nice people too ☺️

Actually became good friends with some

Which is nice since I just moved here

were did you come from?

Pallay 💜

you're a long way from home

I know 😢

I suppose it was getting kinda lonely

My friends and family come visit when they can

But that's not a lot...

what brought you here?

Got a really good job opportunity

But I didn't quite realize how far away I'd be

So yeah, to answer your question from before...

I'm kinda just chatting with new people

Made more friends than anything else lol

Hope that's aright with you 🤗

A smile crept on his lips. An actual, genuine smile. How long had it been since he had any reason to? God, it felt good to talk to someone! Someone who didn't know him, who didn't shout 'walking corpse' after him, didn't judge him. He almost felt like his old self. Almost. 

i'm cool with that

Great!

Looking forward to getting to know you, Damien 😄

so let's get to it

tell me about yourself

hobbies, favorite food, anything

my hobbies are always changing 🤔

I start something new every month or so

Oh, and I started volunteering at a vet lately

🐱🐶💕

With a friend I made on this app

it suits you

Hmmmmm how would you know?

We've only just met

just a hunch

I could secretly be evil 😈

you couldn't hurt a fly

besides, I've seen evil and believe me

you're not it

I'm guessing you're not going to elaborate on that

Are you?

see, you know me so well already

Smartass 😝

 At lest until she finds out.

And I love food 🤤

Who doesn't? lol

But picking a favorite is like... impossible

I do have one hell of a sweet tooth  🍫🍬🍦

I'm soooo jealous

I miss making my own meals

That's right! You probably just have a cafeteria.

I'm so sorry 😓

it's cool

i'm glad we have something in common

Is there any food you miss?

Wait... was there even steak in that picture? Kate felt her ears burning, the fluffy pajamas studently itching at her skin.

just makin my own in general, being in charge in the kitchen

Damien scrolled quickly through his phone, the memories leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He nearly didn’t send the photo. It felt like so long ago, a different time...a different person. But it felt so good to remember! To be reminded of the more happier moments when he had all his life ahead of him! And showing her a piece of his past may make her curious enough to stick around for a while longer.

He hit Send.

-Tap to download photo-

Oh

Looks... delicious

you like steak? 

Oh yeah, the food 😳

Wish I could have a bite of that hahaha

So not so shy and innocent as she claimed. Good to know. Even if it didn’t lead anywhere, which he had to be realistic about - he was on death row after all - it was still fun. The most fun he’d had in a long while. It felt...nice.

HA!

i wish you could too 😏

The door of the library swung open hitting the opposite wall. The guard in charge could be heard arguing with someone. At least four voices. He had to move fast.

I'm really hungry now 😅

good

Kate stared at the screen, the little green light besides his profile picture going grey. She scrolled through the conversation as if to make sure she hadn’t just imagined it. She tapped the picture he’d sent, a small smile creeping on her lips. He looked so... normal. Well, more like smoking hot, but she expected some kind of dump, or some greasy repair shop, not Greek sculpture level abs. The boy should come with a warning! She was a sucker for bad boys, but had she gotten so bad that she was now considering a fucking convict? What if he was a murderer or something??

shit!

???

someone's coming

gotta hide my phone

talk soon

Be careful! 🙏🏻

Her ice cream, forgotten on the coffee table, had turned to soup.

What had she gotten herself into?

#lovelink #damien jones #kitty and the jailbird #austin russo #counterpart

[shsl-fluff]

uhh,,, saw your reply to my ask and i- snsjs thanks a lot, ur really nice. i guess I'll request something to get ya started, I hope you don't mind! 👉🏻👈🏻 could i get sdr2 boys w/ a fem! shsl baker s/o? s/o is really affectionate and sweet too, she wears pink and pastel clothing with her baker outfit, + firmly believes in the phrase "sometimes kindness is enough" + that even bad people deserve a second chance. just trying to ship my cute af oc with my fav boys, don't mind me.. 👉🏻👈🏻 >u< 💐

This was really fun to write! I'm so sorry that it took a while. Also, some of these are more based in the middle of the relationship, some are more meeting to the beginning of the relationships. I hope you don't mind :)

Sdr2 boys with a fem, shsl baker S/O who is very kind, patient, and affectionate

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

People aren't normally very patient with him, especially due to how on edge he can get

It's a bit shocking for him to see that you've stuck around, even before you started dating

When you two first cuddled he was so embarrassed. Blushing bright red and muttering a few reluctant insults before going quiet and just being a bright red mess. 

You don't remember if he fell asleep in your arms, or if you fell asleep in his, but it didn't matter.

You kiss him every morning. Sometimes it wakes him up and other times it doesn't, but it makes you happy either way. 

He really has a sweet tooth, even if he doesn't like admitting it. Peko and yourself might be some of the only ones who know.

You often surprise him with sweet things. Cakes, cookies, cupcakes, and especially doughnuts.

He always acts a bit annoyed at first but the facade collapses as he eats

"You didn't have to make me anything, you know? I don't like sweets"

"Thank you, (Y/N)... This is amazing, as usual" 

Gundham Tanaka

The Lord of darkness and a sweet baker never seemed like they'd be the best pair, but they were. 

Even before you got together, you would surprise him with small cakes you were creating recipes for to get his opinions

"A Lord of darkness such as myself does not need such worldly goods!"

Yet he still eats them and showers you with compliments

Apparently, all the horrific forces at play in the many universes would enjoy them

When you found out about his demonic beasts, you found them absolutely adorable

You went to your recipe book to see if you could find any treats for hamsters but couldn't find any. 

The same went for online

So you made that your mission. Making a sweet for only the most ferocious of hamster beasts.

You tried to keep it a secret, but gundham found out, and declared he must join you on your mission in life. 

Every afternoon he would meet you at your kitchen and you'd both work on recipes to find something that would be easy to replicate and mass produce that brings the dark devas powers to their fullest potential. 

You would work until the early hours of the morning. What was once going to be a small present had spiraled out of control, but you didn't mind. 

It was fun to spend your time with someone as passionate as the ultimate breeder.

When you had finally cracked the code, it was early in the morning. He was so happy that he looked like he was about to hug you

"(Y/N), I often wish you weren't a mere human." He said as he watched the devas eat their sacred meals.

"Even a human of your strength would perish by simply touching me, and it pains my heart"

He continued to ramble about how his power had the ability to destroy any human, and how he sometimes feared making companions for that reason

And then you hugged him

He was caught by surprise, and shocked when you didn't turn to dust in front of him

Maybe you weren't human after all

He decided you would be a perfect companion to rule the underworld with someday.

He crowned you the princess of darkness and unwavering determination.

Hajime Hinata 

Though he was a reserve course student, Hajime would often spend time with your class after school. 

He just became one of the pals.

You loved giving out treats during homeroom, so you would make sure to save him some to give him after school.

"I'm so sorry that it isn't warm, Hinata! Oh! What if you come with me? I'll make you some of whatever you want!"

You dragged him off to your room. 

"What do you want? I'll make anything!" 

He reluctantly said he'd have some chocolate chip cookies. 

You whipped them up instantly and gave them to you nice and warm. 

He thanked you generously.

You continued the habit of making him things, making them more and more creative.

His favorite was your orange zest cupcakes

He had wanted to ask you on a date for a while, but was too shy to. He was a reserve course student, why would you go after him of all people? 

Mahiru ended up being sick of him being so shy, so she asked for him.

You laughed and accepted. 

You both went out to dinner a few days later. He was flustered and yet also a little frustrated that Mahiru rushed him. 

The dinner went overall well, and he walked you home that evening. 

He thanked you for coming out with him and being so kind and sweet 

And then you suddenly 

Kissed his cheek

He went deep red and flustered as he sorta blanked out

He kissed you back quickly as you parted ways.

You both couldn't wait for tomorrow

Imposter (Byakuya)

You decided to hand out brownies to your class one morning, when they were nice and warm. 

Almost everyone showered you with praise for the baked goods, but one person especially. Byakuya Togami. 

He told you it was the best food made by a commoner he had ever tasted. 

You two slowly grew closer as you brought in baked goods once a week. 

At first he had treated you with overall indifference, yet as you talked to him more he slowly opened up to you. 

He talked about his favorite foods, his favorite brands, and even his hobbies. 

As you two started to talk out of school, you noticed some things that didn't seem to fit in with the way he normally talked. He wasn't calling you a commoner anymore.

He started to treat you like an equal. 

One morning when you were handing out baked goods during class, he gave you a note. 

Meet me at my locker after school today. I have something important to talk to you about -Byakuya Togami

He didn't say anything else, besides a quiet thanks. 

When you went to his locker after school, he looked surprisingly anxious

"Follow me, we're going to the park, (Y/N)" he said coolly 

He sat down on the bench next to you under a cherry blossom tree. 

He let his secrets spill. That he always wanted to be someone else. Someone who would be noticed. That he wasn't even sure who he was… 

He spoke quietly and with a steady voice as he stared you in the eyes

"Would you really care about someone who you don't really know?" He asked. 

"Yes, yes I would Byakuya. Because even if that isn't your name, I didn't befriend a name or a face… I befriended you for your heart" 

He looked like he was about to cry as he pulled you into a soft embrace. 

Kazuichi Soda

Souda really, really loved touch, and was surprisingly easy fluster.

He loved it when you held his hand in public, it would make his heart thunder out of his chest.

Not to mention cuddling

Running your hands through his hair

He would rub your back sometimes, too. 

Whenever your kitchen gadgets broke, he would rush over and fix them.

He tried to add some mods, too. To make things faster or more efficient.

They were often to fast to use reasonably, but you thanked him for them anyway

You loved surprising him in his garage when he was working. 

You would always bring him his favorite- death by chocolate cupcakes. 

Sometimes you'd get grease on your clothes. He'd rush to help you clean them and try to get the stains out. 

When he realized they wouldn't be able to fully get it out, he took her to the store and bought the same outfit, along with something else.

He adored spoiling you.

You were his princess.

Nagito Komaeda 

You had heard some of the things your classmates had said about one of the ultimate lucks. That he was creepy and had an obsession with the other ultimates

You didn't believe them. You didn't think they were lying or anything, just that they didn't understand him. 

You decided to introduce yourself to him, and he was so excited.

An ultimate would talk to him?

He apologized in advance for having to put up with trash like himself.

You assured him he wasn't trash, and even invited him to hang out after school. 

He asked about what your ultimate talent was.

When he heard baker, he was awed. Oh the hope that you would be able to bring into others with your treats!

You two would gradually hang out more and more and become better friends. 

You would bake him something every time, but something always turned out wrong.

A bit of eggshell somehow got in, the vanilla would slip out of your fingers and dump into the batch, the baking time on the recipe was wrong, or something had spilled on your cookbook

Nagito had to anxiously explain the way his luck worked. Terrible luck had to come before good luck, followed by even more terrible luck.

"Well then, I don't mind! As long as you're getting some good luck, I don't mind having to bake something a few times to get it correct for you due to bad luck"

He was shocked by your amount of hope and kindness. 

"What do you think the good luck is, by the way?" You asked him suddenly

"To be honest, I think its spending time with you after school, (Y/N)"

He asked you out, and you accepted. He thought it was all his luck, but it wasn't. 

You loved giving him love and affection. Even small things like holding his hands in public, to cuddling him on the couch when you watch tv together. 

The bad luck would really be inconvenient, yet you got through it if it meant you got to spend time with him. 

He often rambled about how much he didn't deserve you, yet you always cut him off and tell him how much you loved him. 

He loved you so much

You loved him so much.

Nekomaru Nidai

You two were both rather sweet to others, so it made sense that you got along right away. 

You quickly became the power couple of the school

He would pick you up and carry you on his shoulders all the time and make up little excuses for why he'd do it

Maybe it'd be faster if he just took you

It was for his workout

You had to grab something on the shelf

So on and so forth. 

You didn't mind, you just loved being carried by him. 

You would have movie nights with him all the time. 

You'd make cookies and pop some popcorn, and then cuddle with him or sit on his lap as the movie started

His favorite movie was Rocky

His favorite movie snack was your oatmeal bar cookies.  

Sometimes he massages you during the movies. You swear that those are the best things in the world.

He invites you to work out with Akane all the time. You aren't very athletic but accept anyway!

He has a list of exercises to help different parts of your body so you get a balanced yet not painfully difficult workout. It's one he had once used for a beginner's team, but it works well for you too. 

He makes sure to work out at a pace you can handle and gives you tons of tips before going off to spar with Akane

Sometimes, the winner gets your cookies. 

Those are the most intense any of their battles get

Teruteru Hanamura

You and Teruteru had something in common before even knowing each other, as both of your ultimates were centered around culinary

He hadn't really tried to bake before

You decided to invite him to your home so you could show him what he was missing

He treated it like it was a date, and kept making inappropriate jokes the whole time, but you didn't really mind too much. 

He was having fun after all. 

You guys kept inviting each other over, either cooking or baking with one another. 

You realized he had feelings for you, but didn't reciprocate for a while

One day when you were cooking together it just hit you that you loved him

You loved his passion for his craft

You loved his kindness

You loved his humor

You loved him.

You asked him out

He accepted

Some things- a lot of things- stayed the same.

You would cook and bake every day together and search through recipe books to find new things to make

Other things changed

You were both big on cuddling and affection and couldn't get out of eachothers arms at night

His accent totally changed too. You didn't expect him to speak in a southern accent, but also didn't mind

It was nice to hear him talk about how beautiful you were in that voice. It showed you he didn't have to put up a front around you.

He would buy you aprons and dresses with light, pastel colours.

He just loved how everything looked on you. 

He would also buy some risque clothes, but if it made you very uncomfortable, he'd stop.

You realized why some of your classmates hated him, he could be pervy at times, even bordering on creepy. 

But that was just one flaw about him. 

His passion was almost unrivaled by your classmates, not to mention how funny he could be.

You just had to stick around to see that passion. Your patience went a long way. 

#phew that took a while #justweebsworld #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 #sdr2 scenarios #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #gundham tanaka #hajime hinata #lol i cant write hajime #shsl imposter #byakuya twogami #lol i cant write shsl imposter #kazuichi souda #nagito komaeda #nekomaru nidai #teruteru hanamura

[andcontemplation]

I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"  

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

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