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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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fadedncity · 3 years

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attention seeker

wc: <800

pairing: gamer!hendery x fem!reader

cw: bf!hendery, oral sex (giving), teasing, cum eating, ain’t nothing crazy ;)

The longer you stared at the back of his head, the more impatient you became. You woke up today around noon, to already find your boyfriend planted in front of his computer.

That was hours ago, and he's still playing. He's barely moved from his chair, save for the times he gets up to go to the bathroom or get a snack to eat.

"hendery."

"yes?"

"I'm bored," you said

"give me a few more minutes, and I'm all yours."

You've been dating him long enough to know that's a lie. A few more minutes means a few more hours, and you aren't in the mood to wait.

Then you stood in front of the screen and blocked his view for a second.

"babe-" he stopped when you dropped to your knees in front of him, "what are you doing?" he asks.

"nothing," you ran your hands up his thighs.

Hendery looked down at you one last time before focusing on the game again and yelling something at winwin through his headset.

He frustratedly ran his hand through his hair, letting his bangs fall over his eyes again.

You rested your cheek on his knee, nuzzling your face against his inner leg. You felt his thighs tense up as you softly kiss his skin. Hendery said your name in a warning tone, and the look he was giving you sent jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You smiled as you palmed him over his shorts.

Hendery tried not to give in to your antics and didn't show any reactions when you wrap your lips around the tip once you get him out of his shorts. You slowly stroked his cock, causing it to twitch under your touch.

Hendery was starting to have difficulty focusing on the game with the way you hollowed your cheeks around him. You swirled your tongue around his cock, and feel him growing heavier in your mouth.

"fuck," he bit the inside of his cheek.

"dude, you good?" you hear Yangyang ask.

"I'm fine," Hendery gritted through his teeth.

You begin to bob your head up and down faster. You found him no longer looking at the screen but down at you. You released him from your mouth with a pop, and you ran your tongue up the underside of his cock.

Hendery was so distracted by you, his attention was no longer on the game. And you guess he must've died or gotten one of his teammates killed because you heard a bunch of yelling from the other boys.

"I gotta go...my cat broke the toaster," he says the first lie that came to his mind and logged off. "holy shit." he panted.

You flattened your tongue against him and took as much of him as you could. Hendery's head fell back, and he softly stroked your head when his dick hit the back of your throat.

Just looking up at him as you sucked him off was enough to turn you on. You moaned around Hendery's cock as you rubbed your thighs together, getting some relief.

"god, baby, just like that."

You knew you looked a mess right now. Tears were welling up in your eyes as saliva dripped down your chin and onto your shirt.

But Hendery couldn't get enough of it.

"fuck, you're gonna make me cum," he tangled his fingers in your hair

You saw the way his brows furrowed as he came. You pumped his cock in your hand, opening your mouth, and waited until the last bit of his cum fell onto your tongue before swallowing.

Hendery pulled you up from the floor and into his lap. You smiled innocently at him as if you didn't just suck him dry and passionately kissed him.

"you just couldn't wait, could you?" he asked

"you know I don't like waiting."

"well, now you've got my full undivided attention." he rubs your thighs

You curled your fingers around strands of his hair when the kiss turned heated. You rocked your hips into his and felt his cock twitch against your inner thigh. The two of you didn't come up for air until you heard his phone vibrating on his desk next to you.

[7:53 PM] yangyang: come up with a better lie next time you don't even have a toaster 🤨

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marigold-doms · 3 years

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Can you do a reaction for Ateez when they are your best friend and you prank them by calling them daddy but it turns into something more because of the name. If you request are open tho I don’t know if they are or not😅

Admin Mika🌻: This took me too long to do:( but I hope you enjoy the reaction love!!~ sorry for any errors! please comment or reblog guys💕🥺

|| ateez reacts || to their best friend calling them daddy

—🌻hongjoong—

You’d be playing around on his computer while he records and edits his songs.

It’s all fun in games until you accidentally delete his progress.

He pauses in disbelief before turning to you. His hands shoot to his hair and he begins brushing it back. All in silence. Until—

Your eyes meet and you instantly find amusement in his anger.

“Aww, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

His anger melts into shock.

He never expected to be called such a name

ESPECIALLY

From you.

“W-what?”

You realize how much he’s stunned by the word and you smirk at him. “Is Daddy still mad?”

Hongjoong remains silent for a second before getting up to lock the studio door.

Click. “Unbelievably mad. Guess you’ll have to suffer the consequences of your actions, Doll.”

—🌻seonghwa—

This mans is always trying to take care of you and at this point you’re kind of annoyed at the fact that he’s going in on you for not wearing “proper” clothing.

It wasn’t your fault that you wanted to look good.

At this point you think it’s because you were being stared at by literally every man that you had pasted on the night out. Seonghwa hated seeing the stares that these men were giving you.

It was absolutely heathen-like for them to be drooling after you as if he wasn’t standing right there next to you

You get back to his apartment where you were gonna spend the night and after listening to him nag some more you finally turn to him. Struggling to take off your heels.

“Okay then Daddy, fine.” You roll your eyes, not noticing that the name triggers him.

He inhales sharply before pushing your unexpectant body against the wall.

“Don’t call me that if you can’t handle what I’ll do to you.”

—🌻yunho—

You’re tickling each other but this time yunho has found a way to completely cheat his way to victory.

With your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands as his other wiggles against your sensitive skin.

Words are struggling to come out of your mouth and by the second you’re about to burst in a painful array of laughter— you didn’t want to lose.

“Daddy stop!!”

Yunho instantly pauses. Staring at you in disbelief as you catch your breath.

“What did you just call me?”

You sit up and glare at your best friend. “You were cheating. I had to find something to say.”

He huffs at you and laughs at the ridiculous thoughts going off in his brain— an embarrassing tent was rising in his pants and he hated that he was straddling over you... all of it was... extremely hot. You looked so delicate underneath him and the thought of you calling him daddy set off a fire that he didn’t know he needed to be ignited.

To his dismay, your arms reach up and take advantage of the situation, tickling him and causing the big giant to burst in laughter.

“I won’t go down without a fight!” Yunho shrieks as he tickles you back.

—🌻yeosang—

You didn’t mean for it to slip out like it did but you called Yeosang daddy... Your kink came out and in that instant you wish that you would just disappear from the face of the earth.

As soon as Yeosang laughs you knew that you would never hear the end of it.

“”Daddy”?” He finally stops, his face turning serious before he leans back and sets his feet apart. Sitting across from you and flashing you a smug smile. “Is that what you’ve been wanting to call me y/n?”

You shake your head ferociously. “No! I just—“

“You just what?” A corner of his mouth lifts and you see the glimmer in his eyes. What he turned on?? “Couldn’t stop your imagination from going wild and finally had to speak it into existence?”

You press your lips together. Not wanting to stumble more than you had already did.

“You aren’t gonna let this go, are you?” You bite your bottom lip anxiously.

Yeosang chuckles, pulling you into his lap as his hand gently caresses your back. “Oh, Babygirl. You will never hear the end of it.”

—🌻san—

“Say it.”

He has you pinned to the wall as he stares you down.

“No.”

“I won, y/n. Now say it.”

You squint at him. “Why do you want to hear me say it so bad?”

“Because I won. Now, hurry.” His face is so close to yours that you can smell the sweet scent of his cologne.

“....Fine.” You bite your lip, suddenly losing the confidence that you had earlier when you said that you wouldn’t lose to him. “...d-daddy...”

San’s smirk flickers before he tilts his head at you. “Huh? say it louder. I can’t hear you well.”

You shove him and try to avoid the expectant look in his eyes. “I know you heard me.”

“Come on baby...” He presses his lips against your ear. “Please, Say my name...”

(👁👄👁...see wut i did there...? Heheh )

—🌻mingi—

You were genuinely curious about how mingi would react if you called him daddy.

He had mentioned it to you a few weeks back when you asked him what his kinks were.

Maybe you’d sway him. Maybe you wouldn’t. You just couldn’t help but imagine what his reaction might be.

So,

Per usual, you sit next to him. Throwing your legs over his lap and snatch his phone from his hand.

“Whatcha doin, Daddy?” In the most nonchalant tone of voice.

Mingi practically chokes on his own spit.

He blinks at you before trying to grab his phone from your hands.

Immediately you shove the phone underneath your body and you lay on the couch where mingi’s body naturally follows as he topples over you.

His nose brushes yours and there’s a tingle down your spine when he squints his eyes seriously at you.

“You call me daddy thinking I won’t do anything about it?”

HIs hand slowly creeps up your arm before finding its rightful place around your sensitive neck.

“You better not forget to say it when I ask you to.”

—🌻wooyoung—

Hear that??? That’s the silent sound of me barking at my laptop.

WOOYOUNG HERE iS A LITTLE SHIT OKAY?

I don’t care what you think this man is like as your best friend, bf, husband, lover—HE IS A BRAT (but a dom, don’t forget that) THROUGH AND THROUGH.

As your best friend, you don’t even have to call him “daddy”... it can be something fatherly-like & he will ASk you to call him that as his nickname. He’ll even use the word in 3rd person.

“Daddy’s hungry.”

“Daddy doesn’t like your tone.”

“Don’t make Daddy punish you.”

He does it to annoy you but also, he’s literally projecting his kink.

I’m not gonna even explain anymore.

As SOON as you give in and finally say “daddy” that is ALL this man will talk about. He’ll tease you. Taunt you. Annoy you... (Arouse you) with that word until you finally adopt it as your own.

“Now tell me baby... What’s my name, again?”

What an annoying—but hot— little shit.

—🌻jongho—

Oh. That name? Daddy?? Yeah this name means authority to him.

we already know how jongho feels about having power over people.

He’ll do anything he can to show you how strong and able he is.

This is a name that he definetly couldnt wait to hear from his s/o— it’s just....

He didn’t expect to see his contact name under it.

It was originally a joke that you and wooyoung had... you just never found the time to change it until you realize it’s too late.

He holds the screen in front of your face.

“Why is this my contact name, y/n?”

You can’t answer him fast enough because you already see the look on his face.

He’s smug and be the looks of it he seemed amused?

“I would love...” He traps you in your chair between his muscled arms. “To actually hear you scream that into my ears...”

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writer-k-pop · 3 years

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Lil’ Drunk

기억나? Do you remember it?

Description: Alcohol is something you never touch, it's just not your cup of tea. But one night, you decide to throw caution to the wind because you were feeling guilty for being the only sober one whenever Woozi and his friends drink together. But after you drink a little too much, Woozi is called in to get you home safely. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Angst, Fluff, BF!Woozi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.4k

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"She's...." Woozi's voice trails off on the other end of the line.

"Drunk." (y/f/n) finishes, holding your phone up to her ear.

"How? She never drinks." He wonders incredulously but at the same time is scrambling to collect his things.

(y/f/n) shrugs, "Well, she did tonight. And she drank a lot."

"Is she gonna get sick on the way home?" Woozi wonders, slightly worried about how he's going to get you home.

"I don't think so. She's just very, mm, very emotional." (y/f/n) says glancing over as you have your head buried in your hands. Not tears yet, just massive amounts of guilt.

Woozi sighs more out of worry than anything. Worry because you really never drink. Partly because you're a lightweight and partly because you hate, absolutely despise, the way alcohol makes your body feel. Gets you all red and itchy and it's not a fun time for you.

"I'll be right over. Could you text me your address?" Woozi asks, slipping on his jacket.

"Yeah, no problem." (y/f/n) says and hangs up before texting Woozi her address. Then she places your phone back into your purse.

Your hands drop from your face then and you continue your previous rant, cheeks are still bright red as is the little amount of chest showing. And from the last bathroom trip, everyone knows your thighs are also cherry red.

"I just, I just feel so so so bad." You lull your head to the side. "Like I know it's not my fault for not enjoying alcohol or the taste or how it makes my body feel but I feel so bad when all his friends are drinking and I'm the only sober one."

"Who wants to play another game?" Another one of your friends asks, trying to break the odd tension you've created. But the question only springs another tangent from you.

"And games!" You throw your hands into the air, "When we play games and it involves drinking I try not play because half of the time Woozi has to drink for me! Why am I always the sober one?" You lean in close to the person next to you to emphasize your question.

"Because you have your reasons." She answers your question with a humored smile. She's clearly enjoying your drunken state as are the others along with a little worry cause they've never seen you drunk or drinking before.

"My reasons make me feel guilty." You pout like a child. "I'm starting to wonder if I should drink more and force myself to get better with it all."

"No, no, no." (y/f/n) quickly shakes her hands in front of her, "That's probably not a good idea. Remember the last time you tried that?"

"When did I ever do that?" You ask, blinking blankly at her.

"Before you finally gave up on alcohol the first time." She reminds you and the memory resurfaces like a bad nightmare.

You visibly shiver and suddenly have a craving for water. "Pass me the water bottle?" You reach out a hand and one of your friends places it in your hand. "I still feel guilty as hell though." You mention after taking a couple sips.

Before you could spiral back into the guilt ridden speech, Woozi knocks on the front door.

"Who's that?" You whip your head around as (y/f/n) goes to answer the door.

She opens the door and reveals Woozi to the room and to you. As soon as you see him, you press your lips together to keep from saying anything about your earlier rant.

"You ready to go?" Woozi asks you, walking closer with a warm smile on his face. If you were sober you would've noticed the tinge of worry in his eyes but you were drunk so that detail went way over your head.

Not wanting to break your newly found code of silence, you simply nod your head though questions are flying through you mind.

Why is he here?

Where am I ready to go?

Is he taking me?

Are we all going together?

(y/f/n) hands Woozi your purse as you stand and walk to his side. Then he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you out of (y/f/n)'s place. You stumble here and there but are pretty stable when walking which brings some relief to Woozi.

"Did you have fun?" He asks you while waving down a taxi.

Again, in your code of silence, you just nod while focusing on staying standing and not letting your butt meet the concrete sidewalk.

Within seconds, a taxi pulls up and Woozi ushers you into the back seat before joining you and telling the driver an address. You're not sure if it's your address or his. If it's his then you're going to be going to an apartment with twelve other guys who will definitely never let you live this down. But that thought hasn't hit you yet.

You let your head fall onto Woozi's shoulder during the car ride and he lazily intertwines your hands together.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks you quietly and you just nod your head truthfully.

"How much did you drink?" He continues to question you but you only shrug, staying silent.

Woozi chuckles, "(y/f/n) said that you were being chatty and ranting about something. But now you're all quiet."

Again, you just give him a small shrug as an answer.

"Just tell me if you don't feel good, okay?" He asks, concern now seeping into his voice slightly but again, it goes right over your head.

You nod your head and feel your eyelids become heavy. Guess the adrenaline only lasts while your friends are there to keep fueling it.

By the time the taxi stops and Woozi pays, you're about ready to fall fast asleep.

"Just a bit longer, (y/n)." He says and tugs you out of the taxi before closing the door and wrapping his arm around you waist again.

"I really don't want the other guys to see me." You suddenly spit out and Woozi walk falters ever so slightly.

"I wouldn't bring you back to the dorm." He explains, "(y/f/n) lives closer to your place anyway."

You gasp, "You know (y/f/n)?" You ask, shocked in your drunken state.

"We've met a few times and she called me tonight to come and pick you up." He explains.

"Why would she call you?" You wonder, "I was fine. We were all fine."

Woozi sees the tiny opening in the conversation and dives straight for it, too curious to be stopped. "Well, she said you were getting emotional."

You place a hand over your chest, "I was? No, I wasn't. I was just explaining how I feel bad because my boyfriend and his friends like to drink but I always end up being the sober one. And then my one friend had to mention games and then it only reminded me how my boyfriend - his name's Woozi by the way - my boyfriend always has to drink for me if we play games and how terrible I feel about it because he has to drink twice as much." You inhale dramatically after rushing the last bit as your breath ran out with it.

Woozi stays silent and internalizes your words. In all honesty, your soberness never bothered him. He didn't mind drinking for you since he had a pretty good tolerance and drinking for you allowed him to get to an enjoyable buzz quicker than if he was drinking for just himself. And again because of his tolerance, he never minded that you were sober. He was always essentially sober when his friends drank so it was nice to have you around as another sober person. Plus he knew you detested the feeling you got when you drank so he respected that and never tried to get you to drink.

"Heyyyyyy." You point to your front door, "This is the same number as my place! Has your place always been the same number as mine?" You ask, turning towards him with wide curious eyes.

Quickly unlocking your front door, he chuckles, "No, this is your place." He says and opens the door before you go bounding inside.

"Woozi! Look!" You exclaim, gesturing to your couch, "It's my COUCH! I sat right here while you and all your friends drank that one time." You plop onto the couch and groan while squeezing your eyes shut, "And I was the only sober one that time too."

Closing the front door, all Woozi can do is shake his head and chuckle at your current state.

-the next morning-

Rolling out of bed, a low throbbing in your head makes you groan. Stumbling towards the kitchen, your mind replays hazy dream like memories of you going over to (y/f/n)'s place, deciding to throw in the towel and drink, and drink some more, then Woozi showed up and brought you home where you think you screamed something about your couch before talking about being sober.

"You're awake." Woozi states the obvious as he stands next to the coffee maker, "I was just about to come and wake you up."

You give him a half smile, the most you can muster with your headache raging, "My head is killing me, do I have any painkillers or something?"

Woozi chuckles and points to the dining table where a large glass of water sits next to a napkin with two painkillers. "Way ahead of you. And drink the whole glass. It'll help."

You nod and pop the pills into your mouth before washing them down with the entire glass of water.

"Did I really drink that much last night?" You wonder and head into the kitchen to refill the glass.

"I don't really know how much you drank." Woozi admits while pouring out his coffee, "But yeah, I would guess it was a lot."

Leaning back against the counter, you let your head fall forward in dismay.

"Do you remember it?" Woozi asks, copying your position opposite of you.

You nod slowly, "It's foggy but I remember pretty much all of it, yeah."

"You want to talk about it?" He offers a small smile.

"Don't you have to get to work?" You wonder, looking over at the clock in concern.

Woozi shrugs his shoulders, "Work can wait for a little. Plus I don't technically have to be in for a few hours."

You sigh and purse your lips, "Why was I talking about being sober?" You ask, still curious as to why the word 'sober' kept appearing in your memories.

"Well, you kind of get emotional when your drunk, apparently. And last night, you kept ranting about how bad you felt that you are always the only one who's sober when we get together with my friends." Woozi fills you in and your face drops in embarrassment.

"Oh fuck me." You groan and rub your hands over your face. "Oh, god, that's, oh god."

Woozi walks up to you and pulls your hands away from your face, "You know it doesn't bother me right?"

Looking at him, you ask, "Being an emotional drunk or being the only one who doesn't drink?"

A light smile touches his lips before he answers, "Both. But I'm mostly talking about you being sober while my friends and I drink."

"Really?" You question him, "Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"

"Of course not." Woozi says, gripping your hands a little tighter.

"Even when they make you drink for me when we play games?" You ask, scrunching your lips together.

"Even when they make me drink for you." He repeats your words with a light tone, "It doesn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, sometimes I enjoy those times."

"You- why?" You stutter, curious.

"Because of my tolerance, on a normal night I can barely get a buzz enough to tolerate the others but on game nights, when I drink for you, I reach that comfortable buzz faster." He explains, "And then Dokyeom, Hoshi, and Dino become ten times funnier."

He chuckles and you try to control a smile by lowering your head down but a little giggle comes out anyway.

"But I already talked to the guys." Woozi continues which brings your head up to meet his gaze. "I asked them to quit it with the 'if you're playing a drinking game, you need to be drinking alcohol' rule. They said fine so when we play, you can sip whatever drink you want to."

"Why?" You ask, feeling gratitude to Woozi but also some confusion as to why he would do that.

"Cause I was starting to sense that it wasn't sitting right with you that I was drinking for you." He tells you, "Yes, I picked up on that. I'm your boyfriend, I could read you after like six months of dating."

"Damn, I guess I gotta get better at hiding my thoughts then." You joke and Woozi rolls his eyes.

"Good luck." He offers encouragement with a touch of sarcasm and you stick your tongue out at him.

But Woozi quickly wipes the scowl away with a soft kiss to your lips.

"Thank you for talking to the guys. You really didn't have to." You tell him with a grateful smile.

"I kind of had to. They really were being pushy with the whole thing." He says, matter-of-factly. "Hey, can I ask why you drank yesterday in the first place?" He wonders, wrapping your arms around his waist before placing his around your waist.

You shrug, "I guess I was kind of tired of being the sober one so I just grabbed a drink and drank it."

"But you hate how alcohol makes you feel." He reasons.

"I do. But I just was feeling so guilty about possibly being a downer cause I don't drink that I guess, I just didn't care last night." You explain and rest your head on his chest/shoulder. "And I don't think I'll do it again. I really hated the feeling. And my body got so red, I swear it looked like I was sunburnt."

"Ah, more like you had just belly flopped into a pool." Woozi corrects your simile and you shoot a look up at him.

"What?" He counters your look, "Someone had to get you into your pajamas and you were in no state to do it yourself."

You bury your face into his neck as a blush blooms on your cheeks.

Woozi laughs and hugs you closer, "It's okay, you were an adorable drunk. And by the way," He shuffles the two over to where you can see the living room and he points to the couch while laughing, "That is indeed your couch."

#kpop #kpop imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen woozi imagine #seventeen jihoon imagine #woozi imagine #jihoon imagine #woozi #lee jihoon imagine #lee jihoon #seventeen woozi #seventeen jihoon #writer-k-pop

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simpsamaa · 4 years

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Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains.

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone,

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam.

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers.

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle.

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,”

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science.

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more.

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk.

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’.

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss.

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you.

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up.

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone.

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt.

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend.

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

#haikyuu headcanons #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #hq daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi headcanon #hq headcanons #hq captains

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scandeniall · 3 years

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love you, i guess

pairing: suna x reader

Suna is the type of bf to wake you up on your birthday and just look at you like “yk it’s your birthday right?” Like you’re not tryna sleep in 😔‼️ he don’t even tell you happy birthday at first

a/n: so its officially my 22nd birthday so heres the first (of maybe like 2 or 3 birthday!reader fics (let me LIVE)

also this is in the same relationship dynamic as all my other sunarin hc’s lol. There are several easter eggs here!

A sudden weight crushing your side is enough to pull you out of your sleep. Any attempt to push the body off yours is feeble and all you can do is groan in both annoyance and exhaustion. “Rin get off”

You’re met with a face full of hair as Suna nuzzles in face in the crook of your neck before getting up.

“Dude, what the fuck.” Trying to pull the covers that had slipped in his attack fails as he grabs the fabric and shrugs.

“It’s your birthday.” He simply hands you your phone as you double check the day and in fact are met with the day. Your eyes then drift to the time on your phone and you huff.

“It’s 9 am.”

“Whatever. I ordered some breakfast and I’m hungry.” His words come out boredly but you can see the slightest bit of nerves swirling in his eyes and you soften.

“Rin,” you drag out the end of his name as you scramble up to place a kiss on his cheek.

——

“You got any plans today?” The two of you had just finished eating and Suna watched as you straightened up. He’d settled on the couch, game all set up as he waited for you to plop now next to him.

“(Y/F/N) insists on taking me for lunch. That’s about it. Did you want to do something?” You eye your boyfriend suspiciously and he just brushes you off. Once you finish you’re making your way towards the couch before plopping down.

“Lay down would you,” before you can respond you feel a tug on your leg pulling you so that you were laying. Suna maneuvers himself so that his head rests between your legs as he turns on the game. You hand instinctively makes its way to play in his hair.

“Can you at least tell me happy birthday,” you tease only to be met with a light smack against your thigh and his mumble of he’d think about it. You’re not sure how long it took but soon the fullness in your belly, comfort from him and clicking of his controller lulled you back to sleep.

—-

“Have fun. Or don’t, since you’re leaving me here.” You let out a laugh as you look as Suna from the mirror’s reflection.

“Should’ve told me happy birthday”

“I ordered you breakfast.”

After putting the finishing touches on your appearance you turn to the body practically hovering over you to ask you how you look.

“I guess you look kind of good.” He ignored the roll of your eyes in favor of locking his arms around your waist as his lips dip to ghost along the side of your neck. “Hand me my phone.” You comply reaching into his pocket to hand him the device.

You aren’t surprised by his next action. You feel one of his hands settle on your butt and you hear the click of his camera. You have no doubt that his face is purposely covered as the reflection clearly shows his hand with a handful of your ass. (You later find out the pic is on his priv story captioned: leaving for a birthday lunch without me)

“Be safe.” The words are mumbled against your neck as you nod, hand massaging his scalp. Pulling away the two of you do your secret handshake (one that had started as a dumb joke) before heading out.

—-

It’s late afternoon when you get back to Suna still playing the game. You don’t notice the way his eyes swirl with love as you recount a few of the moments from hanging out with your friends. He’d even paused the game to hear you, this time his legs draped over your lap. “Are you tired?”

You pause, thinking for a moment before nodding. “A little. You?” At his nod you tell him you’re just gonna call your parents for a few minutes and that he can head to the room. “I dont want to sleep my birthday away either.”

“I’ll set an alarm”

—-

The sun is beginning to set then you feel someone shaking you to wake up. Your eyes are met with familiar led lights. “Hey get up”

Suna allows you a few moments to shake the grogginess. Your eyes focus and your ears pick up on the music playing quietly throughout the room. Wiping at your eyes you sit up to face Suna. “Rin?”

“I got you something.” With that he motions you to straddle him before hands cup your cheeks and pull your lips to his. You allow yourself to get lost on the moment as his tongue slips past your lips. The two of you spend several moments just getting loss in one another. Your hands pressed firmly against his chest as his slipped down, one running up and down your side. It’s you who pulls away first and your eyes narrow in on the tiniest trail of spit on his lips and the glimmer left behind under the lights.

“Happy birthday (Y/N)”

You almost want to make a joke at the fact that he actually said the words now that your day is more than halfway over. However you’re stopped by the nerves you see starting to pool in his eyes. “Rin?”

“You know I love you right?” Your nod causes him to let out an exhale you’re sure he didn’t even know he was holding. You pick up on the slightest whisper of ‘good’ before he reaches over, careful not to knock you off to pull out a box. “Open it?”

Your’e curiosity only grows as he hands you the box with shaky hands. Your attempt to meet his eyes fail as he’s preoccupied himself with a loose strand on your shorts.

“Rin-” he only looks up at your gasp. Tossing the box to the side, you carefully hold the object up.

“Do you like it?” You don’t miss the feel of his fingers nervously druming on your skin and you almost want to hit him.

“Of course i do, what the fuck,” you exclaim voice getting choked up. You hold the gold chain up, running your fingers over the letters. His initials. You wordlessly hand him the jewelry for him to put it on, and you can’t help but feel warm inside. You let him quietly clasp the chain and adjust it so that the letters were resting perfectly.

“You look good.” Befor you could lean forward to connect your lips again he stops you. “I want to show you something else.” You notice him reach for the chain he typically wears. Its to thin, and practically permanent on him, that you rarely notice it anymore. Pulling the jewelry from under his shirt you notice an object dangling from it. A ring.

He instructs you to look at the object and upon further inspection you’re speechless

‘love you i guess’ along with your initials are engraved on the inside.

“Its in your handwriting. I already have a chain, but wanted to keep something about you with me too.”

This time you embrace him in a hug, mumbling countless “i love yous” (he better take advantage of soft you. it won’t be happening again for a while)

“Trying to romance me into some forever kind of shit huh?” you tease happily.

“Of course. Who else would go half on a PS5 for me”

#haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #suna imagines #happy mf birthday tew me #ri’s birthday bash‼️

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shinsouskitten · 4 years

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Heyo! This is my first time requesting so I hope this isn't a bad request. So lately I've been watching these TikTok compilations of people getting naked infront of their bf/gf on YT and I just had this AMAZING idea. How would Shoto, Shinso, Kaminari, Bakugo, and Hawks react to their s/o doing that? (I also heard you're a Yagami Yato fan!!! Yay!)

Honestly I’ve been dying to do some tiktok pranks, but I didn’t know if anyone would actually enjoy them, so your request certainly isn’t a bad one. I kinda did a mix of the towel dropping trend and straight up stripping cause I wanted to do a bit of both so I hope that’s okay

And yeah, I’m a huge Yagami fan. I really want to get her patreon but I’m a broke bitch 😣

I’m so happy I was able to finish this in time to post it today

Anyway… Time to get naked!

All characters are aged up (except Hawks)

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied nudity (does it count as implied or is it just straight up nakedness?), Bakugou

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❄️🔥 Shōto Todoroki:

The two of you sat on the sofa, your phones held in your hands as you navigated through app after app to find something to do. You saw a tiktok pop up on your page, of someone recording their partner’s reaction to the stripping, and Shōto’s current aimless scrolling made it the perfect situation.

You took your phone, resting it against a glass on the coffee table in front of you as nonchalantly as possible. You set the timer to record, turning off the volume so Shōto wouldn’t hear it, before beginning to take your shirt off.

When he didn’t turn you sighed, standing up to take off your pants to hopefully gauge a better reaction. This time he turned his head slightly, his eyes taking a quick glance over your body before returning to look at your face.

“Oh hi y/n.” He said, turning back to his phone.

“Shōto.” You whined, ending the recording on your phone. “You’re meant to react more.”

He turned to look at you again, a small smile on his face. “Sorry, baby.”

You sighed, placing your phone face down on the coffee table before flopping down on the sofa, your head falling in his lap as you stared up at him. He leant forward to put his phone next to yours, before twirling a hand in your hair softly.

“I’ve seen you naked before.” He said simply.

You rolled your eyes. He could say those kinds of things with such a monotone expression, but you still found yourself flushing each time he did so.

“Yeah but it was for tiktok.” You frowned.

Shōto smiled softly. “We can try again if you want.”

“Is this your way of saying you want me to strip for you?” You asked with a laugh.

“Perhaps.” He replied, and you felt yourself smiling as he stared down at you.

He might be a bit clueless, but he’s still cute.

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💜 Hitoshi Shinsou:

Just one more game. That’s what he’d said two hours ago. You’d lost track of the amount of rounds he’d been playing, but by now your eyes were tired of the blue light illuminating your bedroom. You knew how difficult it was to convince Shinsou to go to sleep, but it was practically impossible when Kaminari messaged him asking to play some games online with him.

You would both be tired and grumpy in the morning, so you decided to try and convince Shinsou another way.

As he stared at the screen, you grabbed your phone from beside your bed, placing it in front of you as you called out to Shinsou. He turned for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the tv as Kaminari’s voice flooded the speakers.

“C’mon man I wanna win for once.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to elevate your persuasion. You waited until the round he had been playing ended, pressing record as the next one began to load. Calling for him again, he turned, and you began to slowly peel your shirt (well, it was technically his shirt) up your body. When it passed your head you tossed it to the side.

Shinsou smiled, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your torso, now naked before his eyes.

“Hey Kami.” He said, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re gonna have to play the next game on your own.”

“Is it y/n again? I wanted to wi-”

You chuckled as he ended the call, turning off his console before strolling to join you on your bed. You picked up your phone before he got to you, ending the recording and placing it back on your bedside table.

“Was that for Tiktok?” He asked.

You nodded silently.

“Of course it was.” He chuckled.

You pouted. “I was tired of you playing.”

“Well unfortunately I’ve got some more to play.”

You frowned, thinking he was going to return to his games again, until Shinsou leant closer, cupping your face with one hand while the other began to trail down your chest.

I guess there’s more than one way to get him to sleep.

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⚡ Denki Kaminari:

To be honest, Denki’s probably done the exact same prank on you (Denki is a tiktoker change my mind).

You were determined to get him back. And Lady Luck had decided to shine on you today, because you had the perfect opportunity. He was playing a game, headphones blocking his ears from you as he spoke with the rest of the Bakusquad.

You tapped his shoulder to tell him you were going to take a quick shower. He turned to look at you for a moment, opening his mouth as if to speak, before his attention was pulled back to the game at Bakugou’s insistent yells of ‘pay attention you damn extra’.

After your shower, you wrapped your towel around your body loosely, one hand gripping the fabric while the other grabbed your phone to begin recording. You slipped back into the room, mildly annoyed when Denki didn’t even turn to greet you. You let your towel fall away, before tossing it across to land on Denki’s head.

He pulled the towel from his head and threw it to the ground, throwing you a quick frown before he turned back to the tv. Mere seconds after he faced the screen he turned to look at you again, eyes widening as he took in your naked figure with a bright smile.

You heard a yell from his headset, presuming it was Bakugou when the screen flashed game over in bright red letters.

“I gotta go.” Denki said into the mic.

You laughed, stopping the recording as he stood up to walk over to you.

“I was wondering when you’d get me back.” He smiled, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your head. “But you know, it’d be a shame to waste this opportunity.”

“Do you think about anything other than sex?” You chuckled.

“Of course.” He replied. “I think about you. But how can you blame me with this beautiful sight.”

You smiled, tossing your phone to the side as you wrapped your arms around Denki’s shoulders.

“You’re not saying it’s a bad idea.” He said, raising an eyebrow at your silence. “That clearly means you think it’s a great one.”

You rolled your eyes, but leant forward to kiss him.

“It’s an okay idea.” You murmured against his lips.

You yelped as he pinched your hip, opening your mouth to scold him, but your words failed you as his hands began to trail to where you wanted them most.

“Just okay?” He asked.

You nodded, head falling against his neck as he continued to trail his fingers across your skin.

A great ending to a great prank.

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

You sighed in your bed, blankets wrapped around you as you waited for your boyfriend to come home. He’d been swarmed with work recently, so you hadn’t seen as much of him as you would’ve liked.

When you heard the click of your door, you jumped up, racing through your apartment to see Bakugou taking off his shoes with a sour expression.

“Hey.” You smiled, walking over to drape your arms around his shoulders.

He grunted in response, brushing your arms off as he plopped down on the sofa. He lay his head back, eyes falling shut as he muttered something about stupid villains thinking they own the place.

As you watched him the idea came into your mind. You felt in your pockets for your phone, relieved to find it there. Careful not to disturb your boyfriend, you placed it so only Bakugou would be seen by the camera. As you pressed record, you cleared your throat, annoyed when he didn’t even react.

With a sigh you pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it across the room where it landed in Bakugou’s lap. His eyes shot open, noticing the clothing in front of him, before his head snapped to look at you.

“Oi dumbass what are you doing?!” He shouted, but you could see the blush spreading across his face.

“Something wrong?” You asked innocently.

Bakugou let out a low growl, before his gaze fell to the phone propped up next to you.

“Is this for tiktok?!” He screamed, leaping towards you to rip the phone away before you could stop him.

You pouted as he glared down at the screen, ending the recording and tossing your phone to the other end of the room.

“If you’ve broke that-” You began, but you were interrupted by a finger on your lips.

“You shouldn’t be worried about the phone.” Bakugou said, red eyes boring into yours.

Your mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’ as his hands slipped around your waist, letting out a scream as he threw you over his shoulder.

Suffice to say your phone wasn’t the only thing he broke that night.

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🍗 Keigo Takami (Hawks):

There was something droning on in the background, some boring show you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to. Instead, your attention was fixed on your boyfriend, who was laying back on your sofa, wings splayed out behind him as one arm sat curled around your waist.

Coming up with an idea, you excused yourself from his grip, and his head turned to look at you as you propped your phone up to face him.

He raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes following your every movement as you began to peel off each layer of your clothes. By the time you were in your underwear, Keigo had grown impatient, and he stood up, appearing next to you within seconds.

“Well hello there.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, holding up a finger to press pause on the scene as you retrieved your phone, checking that you hadn't been visible on the screen. When you were satisfied, you placed it down again, this time ensuring it wasn’t recording, before turning back to Keigo.

“You know if you were into recording stuff you could’ve just said so.” He said, his eyes still not leaving your body.

You laughed again, but leant forward to press a kiss to his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as he returned the affection. His hands trailed across your body, at one point stopping to pinch your hip. Keigo used your shock as an excuse to slip his tongue into your mouth, and his grip tightened on your waist.

You groaned as he pulled away, but your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hand slip in between your thighs.

Maybe you should prank him more often.

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simonsrosebud · 3 years

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part three of my Neil meeting his extended family hc

Part one two

Neil gets a text the next week: it’s natalia, me and morgan went down to myrtle beach after meeting you, do you want to meet for food, or no?

Neil tells Andrew, who tells him to invite them to Columbia with the group instead. Andrew said to invite you to go clubbing with us this Friday.

that your bf? he doesn't like us. i don't blame him bc you don't know us. hope that changes eventually

It's his way of getting a good look at you.

should i invite the whole crew, then?

Just you and Morgan, unless there’s reason not to trust the whole family.

she's underage

Irrelevant

okay. send me a time and place, we’ll be there.

They show up at the perfect time, and pile into the cars. Matt, Dan, Aaron, Nicky, and Morgan in Matt’s truck, and Andrew, Neil, Kevin, and Natalia in the Maserati.

“Neil says you want to get a look at me.” She says. “I don’t blame you. I’ve got my fair share of scars. Not the same situation, however, but I’m an open book.”

Andrew doesn’t say anything, only flits his eyes to her through the rear view for a moment.

After some drinks, Matt Dan Kevin Nicky and Morgan disappear into the crowd. Morgan knows whatever song is playing, and is singing the words to Kevin with a drunk smile while they dance. Neil chooses to ignore it.

At some point in the club, Andrew and Natalia disappear. When they come back, neither looks phased, and Andrew nods.

Back at the house, Neil sits with Morgan, Matt, and Dan in the kitchen. Morgan’s up on the counter with her legs hanging off, and is laughing at Matt trying to do a handstand.

When it’s just them two left, she joins Neil on the sofa. “I’m sorry, ya know, for dumping this all on you. The family thing. It sucks.”

A little honesty slips out of him, because he’s improving. “It’s overwhelming. I’ll never be able to fit in and act like I’ve always been here.”

“I don’t expect you to. I remember when my parents first found out that you and Aunt Mary went missing-” Aunt Mary “-and I’ve always wondered what happened and hoped you guys made it out. I think just knowing you’re alive and well is comforting enough for us all.”

Neil doesn’t know how to answer that, so he just says thanks. “You don't owe any of them anything. They’re going to want to hang out and come watch games and text you, but I told them not to push you.” She shrugs. “Your friends are cool. They really love you.”

Neil changes the subject because he doesn’t know how to talk about love with strangers. “What do you do? How old are you, even? Natalia said you're underage.”

“Nineteen. I'm studying Advertising and Media at University of Georgia.”

Neil doesn't know what that entails. “I'm sure you're good at it.” It's enough to make her smile big. “If you ever want to come down for a weekend, just text me in advance, I guess. I don't know the others, but I'm okay with you, I think.” His lip quirks up.

Morgan rakes her eyes over him and shakes her head once. “Really good to see you again, Neil. Can I give you a hug, yes or no?” Neil is a little taken back because hello that's his and Andrew’s thing, but he guesses he’s in a good enough mood to allow it.

“Yes.”

Morgan doesn’t hug tight, just a feather of a touch, rubbing Neil’s back once before pulling away.

In the morning, she helps Kevin and Nicky make breakfast, still in last night's clothes, while they chat idly. When Nicky jokes about her kissing up, Natalia snorts. “Yeah right, she’s normally like this, I’m the one who should try kissing up.”

Morgan glances behind her when Andrew slumps into the kitchen and sits at the table. “Andrew, do you want eggs or pancakes?”

He doesn’t answer because he’s too focused on Kevin actively standing at the stove for the first time ever. Nicky scrunches his nose and says “No eggs for him” but Morgan asks again, “Andrew, eggs and pancakes, yes or no?”

He snaps his head over, Morgan’s not phased by his stare and nods when eventually he breaks it and says pancakes.

After they’re done cooking, Morgan asks Nicky where the bathroom is and if she can shower. Kevin answers instead and volunteers to show her. Natalia speaks around her fork before they take off. “Why don’t you wait until we’re back in Myrtle so you don’t have to put your dress back on after.”

Shrug. “I just feel gross. My hair is a little sticky, I think I got something spilled down the back of me.” She laughs, and Kevin fucking Day makes a move. (Thea is not in this story sorry people, dating a former Raven is too intense for Kevin in my head) Neil’s the only one who doesn’t notice.

“I have clothes you can borrow, if you want?” And Morgan, being a sweetheart, smiles all soft and says “That's really nice of you. Thank you, Kevin.”

Nicky only realizes it when they disappear. “I’m not the only one seeing Kevin’s huge heart boner for her, right?”

Neil: “Nicky, he's showing her to the shower, not getting in with her.”

“NEIL! I’ve never once seen Kevin cook and he just did it for the first time ever with her and offered her the only change of clothes he brought.”

Matt: “I noticed it, but didn't want to say anything.”

Andrew surprisingly jumps in. “Nicky’s right.”

Neil watches her and Kevin talk when the girls go to leave, and narrows his eyes. Later, he gives a talk. “I find out I have cousins and you decide to hit on one? She's too soft for you.”

In reality, that statement isn’t so true. She finishes putting her number into Kevin’s phone and raises a brow. “Don’t screw me over. If you don't want to see each other again then that's okay, but don’t just ghost me and leave me sitting by my phone waiting, okay? I'm a nice girl, but I know someone who would gladly rip you a new one for being a douche.” She smiles. “So don't be a douche.” And for some reason, it gets Kevin smiling too.

“I give you permission to come personally kick my ass if I fuck up.”

And god, Kevin is nearly planning his own funeral with this one. He doesn’t even care. He wants to grin when Morgan kisses his cheek to say goodbye. “This was really fun, Kevin. If you ever need a dancing partner again just give me a ring, yeah? I'm never too far.”

#neil josten #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #exy #kevin day #matt boyd #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #nathaniel wesninski #aftg headcanon #neils extended family #neil josten headcanon

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Fake (Tamaki x Reader)

Pairing: Tamaki x Fem!Reader

Someone messaged me with the request: “I was thinking about if one of the boys had a fem friend and they are hanging out one day and some guy won't leave them alone so they act as if the boy is their boyfriend to make the guy go away and after the boy actually really liked being called her bf and they realize the feelings they had for them were not as platonic as they first thought? Always thought this was cute!!" They also gave me the option to do Bakugou or Tamaki, so I went with Tamaki

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,220

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Thank you for the request and the kind messages dear! SO sorry this one took a while, I wanted to take the time and do Tamaki properly and I was also generally just burnt out so I really hope I did it justice and you like it!

I meant to finish this last night because I thought I would keep it short, but instead it ended up being 2.2k words?? And I fell asleep writing it (no joke, when I woke up there was a huge line of 3s on my screen) and I finished it during the day today.

"I've always thought cotton candy was a magical type of snack," I comment, happily chomping away at the sugary treat melting in my mouth. "It's the type of thing that makes you feel like a kid again!"

"Mm, I guess so," Tamaki responds, taking another bite of his takoyaki.

"Do you want a bite?"

The boy's indigo eyes barely gaze down and it before he immediately takes the bite for himself. His munching really makes him look childish as the treat is supposed to do. "I was never fond of cotton candy. I guess I just naturally prefer animal treats because of my quirk."

"Yeah, that's understandable." I stare off into the distance, eyeing the giant roller coaster looming in front of us. My heart quickens at the sight, the anticipation building inside me. "Tama, we gotta get on that coaster!"

At the word, his face goes completely blank. "C-Coaster?"

"Come on Tama, please?" I whine. "We've only been to all the carnival games and the mild rides, just one?" I know my poor friend has terrible fear of...everything, but I gotta have my fun too! And I wouldn't want to leave him out from my experiences, nor would I want to leave him alone in this crowded place.

His quivering figure attempts to breath in a sigh. "O-Okay, but you have to hold onto me when we get on, okay? You know how much I hate that h-high up."

I loop an arm around his shoulder, pulling him all-too eagerly towards the coaster. "I'll be right next to you! It won't be that scary, I promise!" I don't know if he believes me, but he keeps in pace with me as I speed-walk over.

Once we get there, we find the line is a good twenty minute wait to get in. My feet tap impatiently in the concrete floor. Tamaki and I are polar opposite friends; I'm the loudmouth while he's more reserved, I take risks while he keeps to the safe route, I chase more thrilling adventures while he'd rather keep to the more tame ones. I don't mind putting his comfort first most of the time, but the one thing I can't give up is being at an amusement park and not going on the coasters. They practically call to me, dangling themselves in front of me while screams entice me with promises of thrill. It's like the architects know how to attract crazies like me.

When I open my mouth to comfort Tamaki - who's staring up at the coaster like he's about to die - the person behind him catches my attention. My lips form into a solid line and I grab my friend's forearm just a hint rougher than I usually do.

The boy snaps out of his reverie quickly. He understands the gesture and leans in. "What's wrong?"

"I think the guy standing behind us has been following us for a while," I whisper low enough so only he can hear. Tamaki's eyes widen and he's about to turn around when I make a face for him to freeze and not look back. "Just act natural, I'll take care of it if he tries something."

Not long after we keep carrying on our conversation, Tamaki takes a call on his phone and the guy finally speaks up. "This ride must be pretty swell if the line's so long for it."

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited for it," I respond. As long as his intentions are still up in the air, I'll be polite to him. No reason to be hostile right off the bat.

Rocking back and forth on his feet, he asks, "Do you come here often?"

I shrug. "Not really, only every once in a while. My work and school keep me busy."

"I see." He pauses for a moment. "So are you too busy for a relationship?"

Oh for fuck's sake. "I'm not in the market for a boyfriend right now, thank you."

The guy scoots just a tiny bit closer to me. "Come on, I'm sure you'd change your mind if you got to know me better. We could just talk for now."

He's persistent. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head. "I don't think that's a good idea." I don't even want to look this guy in the face. Maybe if I show how uninterested I am, he'll get the message and back off. I move up in the line when the people in front of us step forward.

"You won't know until you try." He touches my arm, "Just give me-"

I back my arm away and I glare holes through his skull. "Why are you touching me?"

"You just weren't looking, I thought it was pretty rude," he shrugs.

I'm almost appalled by how innocent he thinks he is. How is that okay? "We just met two seconds ago, you have no right to touch me at all."

The guy lets out a dry laugh. "I don't know why you're being so uptight and closed off."

Bitch, did you just call me 'uptight'??!! I'm about to punch this guy right up to the front of the line.

"H-Honey? What's wrong?"

My head whips around a full 180 degrees to Tamaki, who's finished his call and his eyes are shifting between me and the stranger. "I-Is he bothering you?"

My stomach does a flip recalling the term of endearment he used earlier. Thankfully, I know what he's trying to do. "Yeah, babe. This guy won't leave me alone." I shift over towards my friend and grasp his arm. If we're gonna play this, we're gonna play it right.

The strange guy analyzes the two of us, shifting his eyes back and forth. "This guy is your boyfriend?" He's clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah, you got a problem?" I cock an eyebrow, slightly stepping up to assert my dominance.

After a few more awkward seconds, the guy snickers. "You're dating this guy? You're barely touching him and he's shaking like a little bitch."

The fury shoots right through me. No one calls my Tamaki a little bitch and gets away with it. I'm aboutta end this man's whole life-

Tamaki places a calming hand on my own before I can fully explode on him. "I-It's okay, sweetie, it doesn't hurt me."

The term immediately washes me over with warmth that cools down my hot anger. Not to mention my heart's beating a little faster at this affectionate contact.

The moment breaks when the idiot in front of us laughs again. "You guys can't be dating. You don't even look like a couple."

"We don't have to be all over each other making out to look like a couple," I roll my eyes. I've had just about enough of this guy. "Some of us can keep it in our pants, you know."

"Yeah, but you guys haven't done anything couple-y."

I snort. What an idiot. "First of all, thanks for admitting you're a stalker who's been watching us. Second of all, we shared snacks earlier, I'm sure you must have caught us."

"Big whoop, that's nothing!" An evil smirk spreads across his face. "Why don't you two kiss, right here and now? Prove me wrong."

The rogue thought of kissing Tamaki enters my mind like a bullet and my heart skips a beat. I shake myself out of that. "We don't need to take orders from someone like you. You probably get off to that because you're so lonely, don't you?"

"No need to take it that far, sweetie-"

That's the last straw. Before I can do anything, Tamaki's wraps a tentacle around the guy's body, lifting him up and constricting his movement temporarily. His gaze is blank and he nods for me to go ahead with my confrontation. We make a pretty good team. I turn back to the guy, pinning him with my deadliest glare. "You've crossed so many lines today, Mr. Harasser. We've both had just about enough of your stupidity. If you don't want us to report you to police for sexual harassment, you'd better run along and stop following us. Or else my boyfriend here will dangle you off the side of this roller coaster, got it?"

One look into mine and Tamaki's eyes removes the color from the guy's face. Knowing Tamaki, he's got his hero face on, and I know first hand how intimidating he can look when he does that. As soon as Tamaki lets him wriggle free, he runs off to the back of the line alone.

"What an ass," I huff, the image of the guy running with his tail between his legs amusing to me. "Some guys just don't know when to quit." I cling onto Tamaki's arm and rest my head on his shoulder. "Good thing you were here to help me get rid of him, hm?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess." His face turns five shades redder.

It feels weird to be close to him like this now, even if we've shared our personal space like this many times before. I'm reminded of Tamaki calling me "honey" earlier, sending a fresh set o f shivers through me. I never knew I needed to hear that from him before. Tamaki's always been a great friend and we've become so close. I never realized just how close we've gotten.

"Y-You know," he scratches his ear with his free hand, "I'm kind of...glad I came with you today. I don't think I'd like it if someone else was with you to act as your fake boyfriend..."

Oh. That's a pretty bold and straightforward statement, and it's coming from Tamaki of all people. The implication finally hits me at once and my own face heats up. "You mean-"

Tamaki grabs my arm suddenly and starts shaking even more violently than normal. We'd made it to almost the front of the line, almost about to get into the car. "I-I-If I s-survive this," he gulps, "I'll finish. B-But you have to h-hold onto me like you promised!"

I knit our fingers together, the rush of both getting on the coaster and hearing what he has to say mixing together, even I can't help shaking slightly in anticipation. I don't let go of his hand as we get on and secure ourselves in. His eyes are screwed shut as we're slowly pulled to the top of the hill. I squeeze tighter on his hand. "You can do this Tamaki, I'm right here."

He lets out a cute little whine when the car was pulled just enough to the front for us to look down at the impending fall.

"Just scream and let it all out!"

The coaster finally pushes forward and my stomach lurches. Tamaki lets out the loudest scream out of everyone on the ride with us. The rush is intense, our bodies flinging and the wind gusting against us. I start screaming myself out of pure pleasure, still grasped on his hand that's squeezing the blood out of mine. Even as we pull into the start again and we're unlocked, Tamaki's eyes are sealed shut.

"Tama, it's over, open your eyes now," I giggle.

"I-I'm too dizzy."

I help steady him to get up and out, even wrapping his arm around my shoulder to steady him as we descend the steps away from the ride. I can feel his entire body shaking down to his knees. "How do you feel?"

It takes a few moments of scrambled mumbles before he can say something coherent. "That was scarier than raiding the Shie Hassaikai."

I chuckle again at his nerves. "At least you're a little more guaranteed to live from this. And you survived."

As we finally cross through the exit gate, he sweeps me aside, albeit shakily, pushing our foreheads together. "I did," he breathes before pressing his lips to mine. I hold onto his back and pull him closer, melting into his quivering kiss. My heart beats faster after just calming down from the ride.

Tamaki pulls away from me and pushes his forehead on my shoulder. "Give me a second, my head hurts."

His little whining softens me, threading my hands in his hair to calm him down. "It's okay, baby boy, take a second."

He stiffens at my pet name for him. He lifts his head up and finally gazes at me. "Y-You're pretty great, as a friend and a person. You're the only person I'd want to be a pretend boyfriend for, and I hope I'm the only one you'd do that for me too."

"Why would I want to be fake girlfriend for someone I want to actually date?"

His face turns even more crimson in response to that. "O-Oh. Okay."

"But if we're gonna date, you're gonna have to get used to going on roller coasters with me," I tease him.

And just like that, all that blush drains from his face and he shivers again.

I can't help kissing his cute little nose and wrapping my arms around him. "I'm just playing with you, Tama. But at least every once in a while, just so you can get over your fear. And you'll get a kiss and ice cream afterwards."

The adorable smile on his face threatens to melt my knees into mush. "Okay!"

#tamaki x reader #tamaki fluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #amajiki tamaki #female reader #request #tamaki imagine #tamaki scenario #mha tamaki #bnha tamaki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #458

“i was unprepared for fame, then everybody knew my name”

What does your doormat say? I... actually am not sure. I don't pay any attention. What do you order from most sit down restaurants? Chicken tenders are my go-to safe option, ha ha. Or shrimp. Who was the last person you talked about love/relationships with? Sara. I wanted her advice. Where was the last place you thought about having sex, other than your bed? This was way too long ago, dude. Do you remember the last time you went against someone’s advice? Very recently. :x What day would you consider the best day of your life? Why? Idk, really. Would you say you’re too experienced or too unexperienced for your age? I am embarrassingly unexperienced. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? Hot pink. I don't care for nail polish. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? No. What is the greatest source of happiness in your life? Uhhhh... What was the last charity/cause you donated to? Children With Hair Loss, when I cut a shitload of my hair off for the style I have now. Getting that certificate that my hair was used is to this day one of the warmest feelings I've ever experienced. Who was the last person you got a handwritten letter from? Sara. What is something you know very little about? Economics. Have any of your worst fears ever come true? Yes. I lost Jason. Is anyone in your family divorced? My parents, three of my siblings (all have since gotten remarried and are very happy<3), and I'm sure more distant relatives, too. Does your family go ‘all out’ during the holidays? No. How often in a year do you go to the mall to get new clothes? Pretty much never. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? What was your reaction? Someone on Facebook when I updated my profile pic, probably. I was very flattered, of course. As someone with a SHIT self-image, it means a lot to me. Do you ever get paranoid about who your significant other hangs out with? I'm single, but hypothetically, nope. Did you ever call any teachers by their first name? Who? Some, but only because they preferred it. I don't remember all of them, other than it was common in college. Do you blow-dry, towel-dry or air-dry your hair? Towel-dry and best I can first, then let it air-dry. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? ... One of the reasons I chose to go to actual school instead of homeschooling when I started HS was because I liked the thought of making actual friends and maybe being a guitarist if any wanted to start bands lmao. What is your favorite flavor of gum? Watermelon, probs. Are you a good leader? lol no Would you ever go bear hunting? I'm strictly opposed to hunting for sport, but even if I wasn't, I would NOT be going after bears. Have you ever picked flowers out of someone else’s garden without asking? Wow, no. Have you ever won money by entering a contest/raffle? No. Who is your favorite philosopher? I don't have one. What restaurant would you choose to go to for breakfast? I'm a v basic bitch and love me some Waffle House lmfao. How much money do you think you cost your parents? I. Don't. Want. To. Know. With so much medical stuff... holy shit. Do you eat any meat other than turkey on Thanksgiving? I eat spiral ham, because I don't like turkey in that form. Does your cat give you kitty kisses? Yes. :') Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Close, no. My mom was a close call, though... Her cancer was very, very close to being stage 4. Have you ever been to a waterpark? Yeah, as a kiddo. Describe the person you like/love in one word: Hilarious. Do you enjoy creative writing? Hell yeah man. If so, what things do you like writing about the most? Meerkats in a fantasy setting. Do you own any windchimes? Yes. Mom has one, I believe. Have you ever been known for something extremely negative? No. Would you say you’ve made a lot of people proud? Hell no. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone for over a year? Twice. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? I think I've made that abundantly obvious in the past few surveys lmao. Does your birth name mean anything in another language or sense? It just means "of Britain." I wish my name had better meaning, lol. What is your favorite desert? THE KALAHARI because MEERKATS!!!!!!!!!!! :') Have you ever been called a good kisser? Well not directly, but no one's ever complained? Have you ever stepped on a bee? No. Who is your newest friend? Hmmm... I haven't made a new friend in a very long time. Tell me something about yourself that you don’t normally tell people. I'm an RPer. The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? That I wish I was NEARLY as hot as her lmao. What do you like about your birthday? We go out to eat wherever I want, yum. The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? That he needs to mESSAGE ME BACK Are you currently sick at all? No. Has anyone ever asked for your autograph? Er, no. What’s one subject that makes you feel uncomfortable? Sex. Who did you last send a friend request to? Idk. What candy makes your face pucker? None that I've tried. I handle sour treats very well. Do you believe that the number 13 is unlucky? No. Do you know any marines? Jason's dad was one. What’s your favorite Halloween movie? Hocus Pocus. :') Do you know anyone who does a lot of pills? I guess me, but they're prescription pills, and I don't abuse them. Mom has a lot, too. Who’s your favorite rapper? And your favorite song by this rapper? Eminem. Either "Love the Way You Lie" or "Space Bound." Has anyone ever made a promise to you that they’d change? Who? No. Have you ever had the cops called on you? For what? Nope. What race do you see the most in your neighborhood? African American. Have you ever walked in on someone accidentally while they were nude? No, I don't think so. Have you ever wanted to get your monroe pierced? Nah, it'd look weird on me. Do you own anything that involves Betty Boop? Nope. Can you remember the last song you listened to? Yeah; I'm listening to Lauren Babic and Halocene's cover of Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out" right now. What is your favourite flavour of Skittles? The sour ones!! Red was always my favorite. Who taught you how to ride a bike? My dad. Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? Girt. Jason is a very close second, but Girt... he saw me at rock fucking bottom. He just showed up at the hospital unannounced after my suicide attempt (he knew because yay for writing a stupid fucking suicide note on Facebook) to help comfort me. He saw me dead to the fucking world and just done with everything. When’s the last time you were on the phone after 2 AM? Wow... probably not since a few days before the aforementioned suicide attempt and I called Jason's landline, desperate to talk to him. His mom picked up and talked to me for like two whole fucking hours. I'm tearing up pretty bad just remembering it, seeing as she's dead now... She cared for me so much. I miss her so, so much. Enough of this question, I'm about to start sobbing. :x What would you do if your best friend got an abortion? Honestly? Be relieved. I really don't think her body could handle pregnancy. What would you do if your father left your mother? That happened, and I hated him for years. What would you do if your bf/gf’s face became mutilated in an accident? Love them all the same. I don't care about appearances. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen in your life? *shrug* Have you ever dated two different people with the same name? No. That would be so weird. What are you deathly afraid of? Pregnancy. Internal parasites. Which unborn babies technically are. Do you know anyone who’s addicted to drugs and, if so, are you friends with them? I know many potheads, and one I'm pretty close with. Have you ever owned a golf cart before and, if so, what color was it? No. Do you have a sibling who’s a complete deadbeat and, if so, which sibling is it? Definitely not. All my siblings are hard workers that have dreams and aspirations they're either working towards or have achieved. Do you own the new Guitar Hero and, if so, what’s your favorite song on it? I have no clue what the newest one is. My favorite song to play in any of the games though is The Eagles' "Hotel California." It just feels good to play, and the ending solo fuckin' slams. Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? An overdose on cold medicine. What was the most length you’ve ever cut off your hair and why did you cut it? 8+ inches because I no longer wanted long hair. Have you ever overcome a disease that was life-threatening and, if so, which one? No.

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You were laying there, stunned, mouth still hanging open. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight with you, he was simply trying to assert his dominance.

“Harry…I didn’t flirt with-“

“Ah-ah, don’t need to talk about it, yeh told me enough last night.” He nestles further onto your chest, and wraps his arm around your belly. “Actually your friends ratted you out.”

“They’re your friends too.”

“True…was that the most you’ve ever come in one in go?” You smirk.

“With you? Yeah.” He props his head up and furrows his brows at you.

“And just who else has made you come more than that?”

“Myself.” You giggle. His face relaxes and he rests on your chest again.

“How many times in a row have you gotten yourself off before?”

“Think my record’s ten.”

“Ten?!” He sits up fully to look at you. You’re getting annoyed, you just want to cuddle. “Ten times in a row? Weren’t you tired???”

“Exhausted, and sore.”

“When did you do that?”

“Um, a few years ago. I never really…knew how to touch myself when I was younger, and then one night I just sort of figured it out, so I started doing it more. And one night I just kept going. The friction from my hand just felt really good. It was incredible, I could barely talk the next day because my voice was so hoarse from making myself scream.” You were one hundred percent serious, but you knew it was also torture for him to know this. “Guess I got a little greedy with myself.”

“Hm.” He swallows hard. “Challenge accepted then.”

“Not right now!”

“No, not now. At some point though. I’ll beat your best.” He smirks. “All from your hand, you didn’t even use the vibrator?”

“Nope.”

“You’re a little wild, aren’t ya?” He kisses your smiling face.

“Maybe just a little. Now, can we just lay and hold each other, please?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Your eyes flutter closed feeling exhausted and relaxed all at the same time.

“What’s this?” Harry asks, looking up at Isaac who just handed him a piece of paper.

“An invitation.”

“To what exactly?”

“St. Patrick’s Day party I’m having.” Harry looks him up and down.

“Isaac, you’re not Irish.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t party does it?” Harry looks down at the date on the paper.

“Listen, my best mate is actually Irish, like from Ireland, and he usually has a party. I could, um, try to stop by for a bit though since he does an all day thing.”

“Sure.” He tries to act cool. “Whatever works, just wanted you to feel included.” He smiles brightly.

“Thanks, means a lot.” Harry genuinely liked Isaac, he could see himself swinging by the party at some point. Maybe before things got too wild at Niall’s. “Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Who else from here’s invited?” Isaac smirks at him.

“Everyone.”

“You’re a little too nice, you could be a little selective.”

“Bring Y/N with you, okay?” He shakes his head and leaves the office.

St. Patrick’s Day was a couple weeks away, he had plenty of time to decide what he wanted to do. Harry realizes that you weren’t at Niall’s party last year, or maybe you were, he honestly couldn’t remember. When he gets home from work that night he thinks to bring it up.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you do for St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Oh, the girls and I go to the parade in southie. My grandparent’s old apartment is on one of the sidestreets of the parade route, so I know the best place to stand. And then I think we spent the rest of the day at a pub last year.”

“You didn’t go to Niall’s last year?”

“I was supposed to, but I got too drunk.” You laugh. “We’ll go this year, yeah?”

“Definitely.” He smiles.

“Wanna come to the parade too? It’s a lot of fun.”

“Sure!” He pauses. “Isaac is havin’ a party too. Thought maybe we could swing by when there’s a lull at Niall’s.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You want to spend time with people from work? I’m shocked.”

“I like Isaac, and it would be rude to not at least swing by.”

“You don’t have to convince me, I’m game.”

“He invited everyone.”

“So?”

“So Mykenzie might be there…”

“And?”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“Harry.” You chuckle. “I’m the one fucking you, not her. I’m really unbothered.” You get up from the island and clean your plate from dinner.

He found your confidence and trust to be so sexy. He gets up to clean his plate as well. You kiss him on the cheek, and go out to the living room, plopping down on the sofa and grabbing your laptop. You had some homework to do. Harry sits next to you and turns the TV on. You think of something funny you saw on tik tok. You position yourself so your back is resting against the arm of the sofa. You position your phone, and start filming him. You sigh heavily. Harry whips his head to look at you.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, just don’t feel doing my homework.”

“Aww.”

He closes your laptop, and moves it away. He crawls on top of you, making you giggle. You stop recording. You scratch the top of his head and give it a kiss.

“That was cute.”

“What?”

“Watch.” He turns his head to your phone.

“You were filmin’ me?”

“Mhm, watch, you’re so cute. Can I post this?” He sighs.

“I suppose. Did the other one get any likes?”

“You know, I haven’t checked. I’ve not been on the app.” You open it up and gasp. “Ten thousand! Popular trend.” You furrow your brows. “Look at all the comments!”

“He’s so hot, hot bf, looks like he was expecting you, those hands omfg.” He starts laughing.

“Definitely posting this one.” You upload the video and all the hashtags.

You both get cozy and watch the short videos together. Some making the both of you laugh and some that had you both rolling your eyes.

“Did you ever have vine?” You ask him.

“For a short bit, didn’t use it much though. Did you?”

“Oh yeah, I used it all the time. I’d stay up super late in school by accident watching videos. I’d laugh so hard I’d cry most nights.” You giggle. “Sometimes I’ll watch compilations on YouTube. I was genuinely crushed when they announced the app was cancelled.”

“Did you make a lot of videos?”

“Sure! Nothing ever this popular though. It’s a really fun and creative outlet.”

“Glad I could help yeh get some followers.” He grins.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Bet this’ll get thousands too. After all, I’m pretty hot.” You shake your head at him.

“Okay, I actually need to get my homework done now, get off.”

“I see, just use me for gains on the internet.” He fakes pouts.

“Now you’re getting it.” You both laugh.

On the morning of St. Patrick’s Day, you dig out your green crop top sweater, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. You put curls in your hair, and find your green Celtics hat. You knew it would be chilly. Harry throws on black jeans and the Celtics sweatshirt you had bought him specifically for today because you didn’t want someone murdering him while he wore his Packers sweatshirt. Your midriff was showing just enough that you could see your naval piercing.

“You look cute, baby.” He says, kissing you on the cheek.

“Thank you.” You look at your watch. “We gotta head to the T to meet everyone soon.”

“Alright.”

You head to the T and go the few stops you need to meet the girls, and then you uber the rest of the way to where your grandparents used to live. You point out the apartment to Harry. You get teary eyed, but shake it away as you walk down the street to stand on the sidewalk. You were happy you thought to wear a coat over your sweater because it was a tad windy. You stand in front of Harry, and he wraps both arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sarah takes a picture of the two of you.

“Harry, Mariah’s coming to Niall’s party later.” Rachel tells him.

“That’s great! We’re gonna see her at another friend’s party in a bit.”

“She mentioned you were going to swing by where she was. Isaac’s right?”

“Mhm. So you two have hung out a couple times then?”

“Yeah, we’ve gone to a movie here and there, dinner.” She smiles. “I like her.”

“She likes you too.”

The parade starts, and it’s as much fun as it always is. You all clap as the floats go by. You catch a ton of green beads that are flung at you, and you put one around Harry’s neck. After the parade you all head to Niall’s. He didn’t like parades. He was also busy getting his apartment ready for the day and night ahead.

“Hey everyone!” He kisses Sarah. “Thanks for lettin’ everyone up.” He kisses her again.

“Course.” She says with a smile.

“Right, well, I got the boiled dinner goin’, fridge is stocked with beer, got the bar set up too. And there’s lots of other snacks around.”

“It looks great in here, Niall.” You put your hand on his shoulder. You take your jacket off and hang it up.

“When are you guys goin’ t’Isaac’s?”

“Later this afternoon, just swingin’ by quick.” Harry explains. “Let’s have a pint, yeah?”

Harry and Niall both crack open a cold Guinness, and pour them into glasses. As you had gotten older you realized day drinking was way more fun than staying out for hours on end. You and the girls stick with vodka tonics for the time being. The three of you take cute pictures together.

“Oh! Let’s all kiss Niall on the cheek!” Sarah says. “Get it, cause he’s Irish?” She giggles.

“Good idea!” Rachel says. “It’ll be like Charlie’s Angels. Harry, come take our picture.”

“What are we doin’?” Niall asks. Everyone was starting to get slightly buzzed.

“We’re all going to kiss you on the cheek.” Sarah explains. “Hm, how can we get all three of us in here?”

“We should get all of us.” You say. “Harry can kiss the top of his head.”

“No way, Harry gets a cheek.”

“Let’s just each take a turn, and then we’ll get a couple of us on either side, I think that would look cute, but I’m the only when that gets those lips.” Sarah looks at Harry.

“What are yeh lookin’ at me for?”

“I’ve seen the Polaroids.”

“Jesus, fuck Niall.”

“What Polaroids?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it.” Niall says. “Just take your pictures.”

You take a picture of Niall and Sarah kissing, and everyone awws. Next you and Rachel go on either side of him. You squeeze his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger, and you and Rachel kiss each of his cheeks, leaving lipstick behind. Harry’s jaw tenses when he watches you and Niall giggle. Had you kissed him before? It was only the cheek, but still.

“Alright, my turn.” Harry says grinning. “Gonna be a nice wet one too, c’mere.”

“Please, no, ahhhh gross!” Harry presses his tongue to Niall’s cheek just as you take the picture and everyone laughs. “You’re disgustin’.” Niall wipes his cheek off with the back of his palm.

“Harry we should go before we get too drunk.” You say grabbing your coat.

“Good thinkin’. Be back in a bit.”

You both wave to the group and leave. You knew the apartment would be filled with people when you got back, so you were happy to have the time to pregame together. You uber to Isaac’s apartment. It’s a quaint neighborhood. You and Harry had brought a case of beer with you to give to him. He holds your hand tight, he was a little nervous seeing so many people outside of work for the first time. He rings the buzzer and you’re both let up.

“Harry, you made it!” Isaac gives him a hug. “Hi Y/N.” He smiles.

“Hi Isaac! Here we brought this for you.” You hand him the case of beer.

“Thanks! Definitely going to need a lot of this today. C’mon in. I can take your coats.”

“Thanks.” You smile back. You and Harry hand him your coats.

There were plenty of people here already. Harry keeps his arm hooked around your waist. It was clear you were not to leave his side the entire time you were here. Which was perfectly fine with you. These are the moments you didn’t mind he was clingy. You both still had a good buzz going.

“There’s a keg in the living room, help yourselves.” You both walk further into the living area.

Julia and Dana are standing together near the keg. Ah yes, underage drinking, how fun for them. Their jaws drop when they see Harry, and they drop further when they see you, his pretty girlfriend. They weren’t expecting to see you almost sort of dressed like them. You pulled off the crop top look quite well.

“Hi girls.” You say to them smiling, grabbing two solo cups. You had hoped Julia crapped herself when she saw you, and by the way her cheeks flushed, maybe she had.

“I got it.” Harry says, tapping the keg and filling the cups. Julia bites the top of her cup. “Don’t worry, I won’t tattle on yeh.” She blushes. “I was in college once too.” He winks at them.

“We’re surprised to see you here.” Dana says.

“Why? Awfully rude to decline an invitation.”

Harry hands you your cup and puts his arm back around your waist. Julia has her eyes glued to you. Did you know about what happened? Of course you did, why wouldn’t Harry tell you?

“Well, we’re happy to see you, right Jules?”

“Yeah, super happy.”

“Surprised you two are at such an adult party.” He says.

“We have somewhere else to be later. Just here to pregame.” Dana explains.

“Myk’s here too.” Julia blurts out.

“Figured.”

“And Paige, and Mariah.” Harry nods.

“Myk brought her boyfriend too, H.” Dana says, nodding over to where they were standing and talking.

“Oh, good for her. Babe, let’s go find Mariah, yeah?”

“Alright. Nice to see you two again.” You smile at them as you walk away with Harry, his grip tightening on you.

“Babe, ugh, gag me.” Julia says quietly.

“How could you not be over him after everything that happened?”

“Because…look at him! He’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s not fair.” She sighs.

You and Harry find Mariah and say hello.

“Hey guys! Think I’ll leave when you do, Rachel invited me to your friend’s party.”

“Sounds good, yeah, she told us.” Harry smiles.

“You got your nose pierced! When can you put the hoop in?”

“Just a few more weeks, I’m itching to change it out.”

“I promise, you’ll be happy you did it this way. Makes it a lot easier to change them in and out.” You nod and take a sip of your beer. Isaac comes over to your little group.

“Everyone good?”

“Isaac, you are the perfect host.” Mariah says putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I do what I can.”

“Do you have a roommate, or do you live here alone?” Harry asks.

“With a roomie, he’s over there.” He points. “Some of his friends are here too.” You look around and see a few flamboyant looking people and smile. A couple of them walk over.

“Oo, girl, I don’t know you, but I have to tell you, this look, you are serving mama.” You giggle.

“Thanks! This sweater used to be longer, but I cut it up myself.” You get into conversation with the boys.

Harry feels more comfortable now, so he lets you go. He knew you were social and outgoing, he didn’t want to hinder you. Mykenzie and her boyfriend come over.

“Never thought I’d see you at one of these things.” She huffs.

“You can thank yourself for that.” She rolls her eyes at him and his jaw tenses. He’d slap her if he could, but she’d probably like it so what’s the use?

“Anyways, this is Brian, my boyfriend. Brian, this is Harry. He takes pictures for our studio.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiles at Harry and shakes his hand. You catch the awkward exchange out of the corner of your eye.

“Likewise.”

Brian didn’t look anything like Harry. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, an odd combination. No apparent tattoos. You wondered how long they had been dating.

“So, where’s your girl?” She asks.

“Right there, making pleasant conversation.” He points to you. You smile at him and excuse yourself from your conversation, and go over to him. He kisses the top of your head through your hat. He snakes his arm back around your waist. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi, I’m Brian.”

“Hi.” You smile and shake his hand. “Nice to see you again.” You say to Mykenzie.”

“Yeah.” She says with a fake smile.

“Need another drink, Myk?” Brian asks her.

“Yeah, actually.” She smiles as he walks away.

“Need to use the loo, Mariah, know where it is?” Harry asks her.

“Yeah, follow me.” Mykenzie crosses her arms when she’s left with you.

“So…you two still doing well, then?”

“Mhm, really well.” She looks you up and down. “Cute outfit, very festive.”

“Thanks.” You smile.

“You’re younger than him, right?”

“Um, only by a year and a half.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Well…I just always thought he liked be the younger one.” You furrow your brows.

“Why, how old are you?”

“Just turned thirty this year.”

“That’s only a four year age difference.”

“Wow, you are smart.” Her voice littered with sarcasm. You roll your eyes at her. “Careful, he doesn’t like that very much.” Your mouth forms into a straight line. She was trying to make you mad, but this bitch really didn’t know who she was fucking with. You cross your arms and smirk.

“He likes it a lot, actually. Begs me to do it.” Her eyebrows raise. She’s never known Harry to beg for anything.

“That so?”

“Oh yeah. In fact, he begs me for a lot of things. You should see the look on his face when I tell him to wait, it’s priceless.” You take a coy sip of your drink. “But I don’t need to tell you, I’m sure you remember lots of things like that about him. Things I’m sure you’d love to throw in my face. But I’m sure that nice man over there getting you a drink wouldn’t appreciate hearing any of it, would he?”

“You think you’re a tough bitch, don’t you?”

“Oh, you poor, sweet, idiot. I don’t just think it, I know it. You think I have any reason to be afraid of you? Intimidated by you? You’re the last person I would ever be threatened by.”

Harry and Mariah return at the same as Brian does. He hands Mykenzie her drink.

“Thanks.” She says to him, her cheeks hot. Harry snakes his arm back around you.

“Alright?” He asks you, not having realized just who he left you alone with.

“Oh sure, we had a nice chat.” She rolls her eyes at you as she takes a sip of her drink. You feel Harry’s hand squeeze your hip.

So this is where it came from. No wonder he hated when you did it. It must remind him of her every single time you roll your eyes, whether it’s playful or not. The thing you weren’t sure of though was if he really truly hated it, or if the defiance of it turned him on so much it sent him into another state.

“Bought ready to go? I’d like to head back to Niall’s soon…”

“Sure! Yeah, lemme just find Isaac, gotta make the rounds and all that.” You nod.

“Nice seeing you again, and it was so nice to meet you Brian, you have a really great girl here.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on Harry. He knew whatever you two talked about wasn’t good. You and Mariah follow Harry around. He gives Isaac a hug goodbye. He waves to Dana and Julia, and then turns to the two of you.

“Ready ladies?” You both nod, and head out to your uber.

You get up inside Niall’s, and there were a ton of people there just like you knew there would be. Once you get settled, Harry pulls you down the hall where there were less people.

“What’s up?”

“Did Myk say anything weird to you?”

“Weird? No.” You smirk. “She wanted to start something with me, but I put her in her place.”

“Okay, but what did she-“

“Don’t worry about it. S’not important. C’mon, there’s a party, let’s drink.”

You go out to find Sarah and Rachel. Rachel was talking with Mariah. They both looked excited to see each other. You decide to leave them alone. You find Sarah by the makeshift bar Niall had put together.

“Shots?” She asks.

“Shots.”

She slices up a lime and hands you the salt as she gets two shot glasses. Harry watched the entire thing. How you slowly lick the back of your hand to get the salt on there, and how you lick at it again before you tip your head back. He watches you sink your teeth into the juicy lime and suck everything out of it, juice rolling down your chin. You use the back of your hand to wipe yourself off. You and Sarah giggle as she makes you both a margarita. Your third type of alcohol for today.

“You’re back!” Niall slaps Harry’s back.

“I wish Lou was here…” Harry pouts.

“I know, he just couldn’t make it to this one. Think he had Freddie this weekend.”

“Can’t blame him for that.” He sighs.

“C’mon, let’s have a drink.”

Harry and Niall go into the fridge and they each crack open a beer. You sip your margarita happily as you chat with Sarah. You knew you were going to get hammered, but you needed to nurse your drinks so you wouldn't throw up. You looked over at Harry, who looked absolutely delicious in your now hazy eyes. You wanted his cock in your mouth, and you wanted it now. He looks over at you and does a double take. He instantly recognized the look on your face as he met your gaze.

“Shit.” He says under his breath.

“What?” Niall asks innocently.

“Hm, oh, nothin’.” Harry smiles awkwardly. Niall looks over at you, and he can see the look on your face too as Sarah absentmindedly talks your ear off.

“Look, if you’re gonna do that again here, could ya clean up? Yeh left the guest bath a mess, and Eleanor thought I was a slob.”

“What? How? How do you know-?”

“Was painfully obvious. You both disappeared.”

“You don’t care?”

“Why the fuck would I?” He shrugs and then grins. “When yeh finally have that house warmin’ don’t be surprised if I fuck Sarah in some random room as payback.” They both laugh and walk over to you and Sarah.

Niall distracts Sarah with a kiss while Harry yanks you down the hall, and into the guest bath, locking both doors like you had done on New Year’s.

“How’d you know?” You breathe against his neck.

“I’d know that look anywhere.” You get on your knees and start undoing his belt and pants.

“Just want it in my mouth, you can fuck me when we get home later, yeah?” He nods.

You tug his jeans down just enough, and take his cock out of his boxers. You don’t even pump him first, you just wrap your mouth right around him, and moan. He grips the counter behind him, watching your eyes flutter closed as you swirl your tongue around him.

“Fuck.” He groans.

Your hands were secure on his hips while you bobbed your head up and down him slowly, trying to take as much of his as you could. He pushes his hips forward slightly and you gag on him as he hits the back of your throat. You come off him for a second just catch your breath.

“Sorry, angel. Got excited.” He breathes.

“S’okay.”

You’re back on him instantly, and you moan at the salty tastes as your tongue slides over his leaking slit. You hear him let out a breathless moan. You take him deep, and suck on him hard until you have him panting.

“Gonna come.” He moans, and it’s music to your ears. “Y/N, gonna fill that pretty mouth up.”

You groan against him. You had to be soaked through, but you’d deal with that later. You feel his come shoot into your mouth and you take it all. You slide off him and swallow every last drop. You stand up and rinse your mouth out quick while he pulls his pants back up. He rubs your back for a moment while you catch your breath.

“Sure I can’t do anythin’ for yeh, love?” You smile and kiss his cheek.

“You just did. S’all I wanted. Just wanted to, hic, taste you.” You were drunk, this you were sure of. You hear some Nicki Minaj song come on. Damn the music was loud. “Shit, I love this song.”

You practically race out of the bathroom, and guest room with Harry not too far behind. You find Rachel and Sarah and the three of you start dancing. Harry’s face was absolutely flushed. Mariah comes over to him.

“Dontcha wanna dance with ‘em?”

“Nah, I’m fine watching the show.” She looks at him. “You okay? Your cheeks are really red.”

“Just the alcohol, love.” She smirks at him.

“Sure it is.”

“Oh shut up.” He nudges her. “How are things with Rach?”

“Good! Think we’re going to hang out later in the week.”

“Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Have yeh kissed or anythin’?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “The other day, but that’s all we’ve done. She said she moved too fast with the last person she was with and just wanted to take things slow for a while. Which I’m perfectly fine with. No need to rush.”

“Right.” He nods, and looks back at you dance with your friends.

“They really know how to move, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea. You should see them at a club. They’re crazy.”

“Especially Y/N.”

“Keep your eyes on your own girl.” She nudges him. “Kidding.”

“No you’re not.” She snorts. “You’re a possessive guy Harry. You’re possessive with your equipment, your shoots, and the people in your life. You barely let her go at Isaac’s.”

“That was due to nerves. Bad enough I left her alone with Myk.”

“Why did you sleep with her anyways?”

“I was younger and stupid. Thought she’d be a quick and easy fuck, and she was, until it continued…for far too long. Least she has a boyfriend now, she bothers me way less.”

“I swear she’d pounce at the chance to fuck you with the way she looks at you sometimes in our staff meetings.” She laughs.

“Any one of them would, I’m afraid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Am I that good looking? Honestly?”

“Harry, I’m a very gay woman…but honestly…I’d take a ride.” She smirks and they both burst out laughing.

You eventually get Harry to come dance against you when Niall joins Sarah. Mariah eventually joins Rachel, but the two opt to sit on the couch together to chat. You grind your butt up against Harry’s pelvis in time with the music. Niall had put a great playlist together.

“Hey, we’re gonna go.” Rachel says putting her coat on. “Mariah said she’d help me get home.”

“Oh!” You practically lunge at her with hug. “Let me know when you get back!”

“Okay! Thanks for everything Niall.”

“Glad yeh could make it.” He slurs.

“See you Monday, H.” Mariah gives Harry and you a hug. “Good to see you Y/N.”

“Same to you, bye!” You watch them leave. “They are so cute!” You kiss Harry on the cheek. “Good job.”

Harry had you up over his shoulder when it was time to go. You had drank so much with Sarah that you could barely walk. You were still singing along to whatever music was playing while Harry carried you around to say his goodnights. Sarah was about to pass out when she gave Harry a loose hug.

“Night mate, thanks again.”

“Night! Safe travels.” He chuckles.

“Niall!” You yell from behind Harry. He walks around and bends down to meet your face. “Lemme smoosh that little face.” You grab his cheeks. “I had so much fun today, you throw the bessssst parties, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He giggles and you let go of him. He kisses your forehead making you giggle.

“Alright, I’m takin’ her home before you two start makin’ out behind me.” Harry huffs.

“Chill, not where my lips wanna be.” He nods towards Sarah.

Harry walks out with you still over his shoulder. You didn’t mind being carried by him until you realize Michael would be at the desk when you got back.

“Harry put me down! I don’t want anyone in the lobby to see me like this.”

“You can barely walk.”

“Gimme a piggyback ride then.” You smack his butt as he crosses the street.

“Oi!”

“I’ll do it again!” You smack his butt again.

“Jesus!” He sets you down and crouches in front of you so you can get on his back. “Alright?”

“Mhm, much better.” You rest your chin on his shoulder as he hooks his arms under legs, and stands effortlessly. “You’re so strong, baby.”

“I know.” He sighs as he enters the building. Luckily there were other drunk people stumbling in.

Michael looks up and smiles at the two of you, you wave to him.

“Can we say hi to Michael, pleasseeeee, poor thing didn’t get to enjoy the holiday.” Harry sighs again but does as you ask. He knew you’d keep whining if he didn’t. “Hi Michael.”

“Hi Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Styles.” He smiles. “Have a nice St. Patrick’s Day?”

“The best! Did you get to enjoy it at all?”

“I did! Just came in a couple hours ago actually. Opted for the night shift so I could hang out with friends earlier.”

“That’s nice. We were with friends all day. Our best friend lives across the street.”

“That’s nice.” You smile big at him.

“Right, well, we’re gonna head up now.”

“Goodnight.” He smiles as you wave.

Harry gets you two into the elevator, you still secure on his back.

“Michael is so nice, Harry.”

“I know.”

“How come you’re not drunk?”

“I am.”

“You’re not acting like it.”

“I started drinking water over an hour ago, unlike some people.” The elevator door opens and he makes his way with you down the hall and into your apartment.

“Didn’t want any.”

“Well, you’re going to drink some now.” He brings you right into the kitchen and sets you down on top of the island. He unzips your jacket for you and you shimmy it off while he fills a glass of water for you. “Let’s go, slow sips.” You shake your head no. “I’m not kiddin’, c’mon.”

“I wanna dance some more.”

“I dare you to try and stand on your own two feet right now.”

“Fine.” You hop off the counter and immediately lose your balance, landing on your butt. You start laughing. Harry sits down next to you, leaning against the island.

“Please, drink the water. You’re gonna have a massive headache tomorrow if you don’t.”

“It’s already tomorrow.” You take your temple knowingly.

“Y/N, for the love of god, drink the fuckin’ water.”

“Why are you getting mad at me?” You pout.

“M’not.” He sighs.

“You swore at me, you’re mad. And I was so nice to you earlier, I let you come in my mouth.”

“Yes, you did.”

“So be nice to me.”

“I’m tryin’.”

“Ask me nicely, Harry.”

“Y/N, would you please drink this water?”

“Fine.” You snatch it from him and take slow sips. Your eyes feel droopy, and you lean your head back against the island.

“Can’t fall asleep, love.”

“M’not.” You take more sips of the water.

You eventually hand him the glass of water, and you climb your way up to your feet. You close your eyes and then open them again. The room felt like it was spinning.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I have the spins, fuck.” You clutch at the counter.

“Are you gonna throw?”

“I…I don’t know, help me get to the bedroom, please, I’ll lay on the rug.” Harry picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You start giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re like my prince, no, you’re better than a prince. You’re like a knight in shining armor.” You nuzzle into his chest as he sits you on the bed.

“Let’s getcha outa these clothes, hm?” You nod.

You lift your arms up so he can take your sweater off. He reaches around you to unhook your bra, effortless as usual.

“You’re too good at that.” You say as it drops to the floor.

“Lots of practice, I’m afraid. Stand up.” You use use shoulders to steady you as he takes your pants and underwear off.

“Can I wear that t-shirt to bed? You know that one I really like?”

“My uni T?”

“Mhm, please, I really wanna wear it.”

Harry rummages through his dresser for the shirt, and helps you put it on. It hugs around your thighs.

“Makes me feel like I’m one of your college hookups.” You giggle.

“And you like that?”

“S’fun to play pretend sometimes.”

“You’re killin’ me.” He shakes his head. “C’mon, you’ll be pissed if you don’t wash your face.”

He gets you into the bathroom, and grabs one of your scrunchies to put your hair up with. He runs the water and grabs a washcloth. He gets your makeup off. Your eyes flutter closes as he does so. He washes his hands before lathering them up with your face wash. It was like you were getting a facial. After thirty seconds he wipes it all off with the cloth. Next you each manage to brush your teeth.

“I need t’pee.”

“Alright, let me help you to the toilet.”

“I don’t want you to watch me pee!”

“You could easily pass out on that toilet. I’ve been in the bathroom with you plenty of times while you’ve wee’d, I’ll turn around.” You nod.

You sit down to pee, wipe yourself, and flush. He turns back around and helps you up. You wash your hands quick.

“Stay right there, now I need t’wee.” He does so quickly. You look up and away. You hear him zip up his pants and then suddenly you’re being lifted. “Still have the spins?”

“No, but I’m sure the second I lay down I will.” You chuckle against his neck. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Course. You’d do the same.” He lays you down on your stomach.

“I really would.” He strips himself of his clothes and climbs in next to you. You turn your head slightly to face him.

“Hey, um…” He rolls over onto his side to face you. “How come you wanted to squish Niall’s face before we left?”

“I wanted to do what? Ugh, fuck. Yeah, I need to sleep on the floor, I feel like I’m swimming.”

You grab your pillow and throw it to the floor. You drag half the blankets with you as you make it to the floor. Harry crawls to the edge of the bed to look at you. You curl up and sigh.

“Better?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Alright make room.”

“No, stay on the bed. What if your back hurts?”

“I won’t be able to sleep with you…” It’s a shameless admission, but he’s still sort of embarrassed.

Harry grabs his pillows, and the comforter, and joins you on the floor. He wraps his arms around you and you back up into him. You prayed you wouldn’t need to throw up. You felt less spinney being on the floor, so that was a good sign. You feel yourself drift off to sleep slowly, and thankful that tomorrow was not a work day.

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2x3 rewatch

I keep forgetting that Brach is still in S2. Oops. Also, I apparently went to check something in S6 last time I watched something, so it started at 6x2 instead of 2x3 and I yelled. But anyway, on with this mess. “Death Came in Like Thunder” apparently. It sure did.

Ah yes, let us not forget that Branch is MANLEH. This shall be proven to us by him murdering his cousin, Trunk, with big ax. Chop chop, Branch, kill Trunk. But oh no, must also show that he is People Smart, so must also lose because this makes him likable. And many white people clap. Yaaaay. But be sure to say, “I let him win, Ferg,” while your competitor is right next to you, so he almost surely heard you. Good good.

Oh Ferg. Could you look more gormless if you tried? (I mean, probably not, since presumably that was the goal of the actor, so he would have been trying. But still.) Bb.

Heh, nice thematic cut to Walt also chopping wood. And YAY, Henry’s gorgeous truck (and gorgeous self). I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Henry rolls up and just helps himself to some of Walt’s thermos of coffee. Because of course he does. But I do so love these touches that they put in that do underline the fact that they are married have been besties for going on 40 years. Also, I love this jacket of Henry’s. The woven top, jean jacket sort of one? Yeah, top 5 costume pieces of his for me. (Also on that list, all basically tied with each other, basically any pants he wears. I am reminded, when they cut back out to a full body shot. Because I am very shallow, and he is very pretty.)

Haaaaaa. And of course Cady talked to Henry before she talked to Walt. Walt is a butthead. And, yeah yeah, she just found out that he’d been lying to her for over a year, but that just proves my point that Walt is a butthead. And we’re back to this whole idea that she left her phone, which just... ugh. No. But Henry’s face when he says that she said that she is safe, and he’s so worried, but still willing to respect her boundaries.

“She is an adult, Walt.” “She’s my daughter.” For fuck’s sake, you jackass, your ADULT daughter; that’s the whole flipping point! Also, that little emphasis on my daughter, pfft. If you didn’t want to feel like she preferred her cool dad to you, maybe try being less of an AAAAAAASSHOLE. And, like, respecting her. Even a weensy little bit.

“Etta Place” I don’t remember if we find out why that’s the ‘assumed name’ that Cady chose, but I’m intrigued. Wait, I just googled. Looooool. She spent years with Butch and Sundance. Nice.

Walt is such a soft touch with teens. *snack crackle pop* that kneecap back into place. Vic starts this scene saying, “The 911 operator,” though, which is interesting, because I was kind of under the impression that Ruby was the main dispatcher, so it would be kind of heartening if she actually had back up with that. ...Or maybe they’re just far enough out that a cell call made would be picked up by a tower farther out and have to be routed back in to the station/them. I have no idea how that actually works. Another rabbit hole for me to totally not go down. Hopefully. Shit. They’ve apparently upped the fine for trespass since the show, though, because it’s $750 (or 6 months in jail) now and Walt says it’s $500.

And once again, we see Vic actually wearing gloves while investigating a suspicious death, and Walt just squinting into the distance helpfully. I suppose “things got bad” in Basque country around WWII, but there has been friction there that dates back before the Spanish Civil War, or even the Carlist Wars the previous century. It did get gnarly with the dictatorship of Franco, and the formation of the ETA in retaliation, though, so yeah. (Francisco Franco is also on the list of people who anybody with a time machine should go back and beat the shit out of.)

Shit, I forgot about the animal death.

Knock knock, no answer. Better just wander in without a warrant. I know that the guy who they know lives there is dead, but still, no fricking warrant; I suppose the worry of a poisoning could count as probably cause?

Gods, but there are moments when I do absolutely adore Vic, and they are usually when she’s taking the piss out of Walt. “Reclusive bachelor chic; you and Marco have the same decorator.” Looool. But also, sad, because Martha has only been gone for a little over a year, and Walt is not the kind of person who would, like, change stuff and get rid of her things, so that’s kind of odd. Maybe Henry and/or Cady went though and put away some of her things to try to help Walt move on? But damn, the ‘excuse you’ look on Walt’s face when she does say it, pffft.

AND AGAIN, Vic wearing gloves, Walt with his bare ass hands picking up the picture of Picasso’s Guernica; can you at least *pretend* you’re a cop, *some* of the time, buddy?

Lol at the barrabilak; they are pretty well by the Rocky Mountains, so it’s probably not all that surprising that Walt’s had some “Rocky Mountain oysters” before.

I had forgotten that Vic had four brothers. But her comment about Sal going off to look after the sheep and how if someone had told her that one of her brothers were dead she “wouldn’t care about any damn sheep,” I don’t know. It kind of annoys me. It’s totally in character for her, which is good, but I think it’s part of what can annoy me about her character. Different people grieve differently, but also, I know she’s only been in Wyoming for a year or two, tops, but how is it so hard to fathom that someone one would be concerned about their livelihood, even in the face of personal tragedy? Just, seeing beyond her own very narrow experience doesn’t seem like something she’s very good at. It would be one thing if she’d framed it as “this is suspicious, and here’s why I think so as a cop,” but it was, “I wouldn’t react that way personally, so it’s sus.”

Sure, be suspicious because there’s a suspicious death and family members are always suspects until ruled out, but approach it like a cop. Or at least think about it from more angles than just your own, not terribly similar experience. You’re a white city cop who can’t (or won’t) adjust to being in BF rural-ville, but these are immigrant shepherds whose family come from a homeland where the cops were just as likely to kill you as answer questions, and you’re side-eying a guy for going to make sure that their meal ticket doesn’t get obliterated?

I need to keep reminding myself that I really did want to like Vic. I really did. She just... they don’t make it easy for me. Maybe she’s serving as an avatar for audience who don’t know about some of the culture stuff, and the audience get answers from her ignorance? But honestly, I wish they’d picked a different way to handle that, if that’s what they were trying to do. Her response to Henry being salty about Thanksgiving still really pisses me off. Because it was shitty and racist, and... do we really need a character basically rolling their eyes and saying, “It was so long ago, why don’t you just get over it,” about something that is intrinsically tied to the genocide of so many people? Why are Indigenous people just supposed to “get over it” but “Remember the Alamo” and “Southern Pride,” and shit? Fuck’s sake. Honestly, that might have been the moment when they lost me on her character. She has moments where she’s awesome, but they never really address her being fucking racist or give her a chance to grow into a better person. Which sucks a lot. Fuck. Ok, that was a lot. Sorry. Back to the actual ep.

AH, nice of you to beam in from the campaign trail, Brancheroo!

Uh, so I paused it to look at pic in the newspaper, and then being me, started to look at the articles surrounding the pic. And the one with the headline “Fans Injured At Local Game” is actually about the Stewart case? From 1x3? I’m guessing that somebody went to the trouble of writing up an article for that for some S1 ep after it and they just plugged it in because when not paused, you might catch “Sheriff Longmire” there and that’s all they need. Especially since the text starts to repeat after the first paragraph. (I am the worst pedantic little shit.) Ooooor, maybe even though it’s S2, it’s hardly been any time since 1x3? The date on the newspaper is March 31, 2012, so there’s a timeline hint.

Awwwwww, once Walt points out the bird, Ferg knows exactly what it is. Occasional twitcher, are we, my lad? “A red-tip meadowlark,” indeed. Oh bb; Ferg’s face when he sees Walt looking at the pic of him with Branch in the paper.

“You go too fast, you miss the little things.” Every once in a while, he actually sort of mentors Ferg. I wish he did more of that, especially since we see later how capable Ferg can be.

Go suck an egg, Branch. Why does she get all the “good” assignments? Maybe because she was actually on the job when they found the body, not campaigning.

OPE. Lizzie’s gift. Yeah, I’d probably choke on that coffee if I were you, too, girl. Better hope that there wasn’t perishable food stuffs in that gift, because that has been in there for a whiiiiiile, hasn’t it. Wait, was Ferg in the office when Lizzie dropped off the gift? Because his face said more than just “Did somebody give Vic a present?” Suuuuper subtle with that whole pushing the drawer closed with your foot there, Vic. Pfffft.

“Cyrano Caballero” How daaaare that skeeve take Cyrano’s name in vain?!?! (I have a thing about Cyrano de Bergerac. It’s quite possibly my favourite play, and I adore the character, and have exactly 0 chill about it at all. I find Brian Hooker’s translation of “The Ballade of the duel at the Hotel Bourgogne Between de Bergerac and a Boeotian” with “Then, as I end the refrian, thrust home,” vastly superior to any other translation that I’ve heard or read, though for the rest of it, I will grant that there are others to be preferred. But that version of his Ballade is exquisite, and I will not be swayed. Holy shit, FOCUS. That is so very much not the point.) It’s not even a throw away line in this ep, it’s just a random, very well chosen, if utterly appallingly insulting, company name. It’s actually incredibly clever for what the business is, and if it didn’t make me so stomping mad, I would applaud whoever came up with it heartily.

Vic’s face listening to this jackass’ spiel is a thing of beauty. “A good woman goes a long way of easing the obvious stresses of your daily life,” the jackass says, cutting his eyes at Vic when he says “obvious stresses,” and I caaaackle.

What is it about this guys’ horrible glasses that just makes him so much more hate-able? I’m not entirely sure, but kudos to whatever costumer put those on him, because they are perfect. In the ‘I want to punch him’ way of perfection.

And after all of that about Walt’s “lady friend,” Vic brings Lizzie’s present. Womp womp. That went super well. Yuuuup, run while you can.

Poor Ferg. Branch manipulates him, Vic ignores him, Walt shuts him down... Poor guy just can’t get a break.

I actually kind of like this motel manager--the one who “doesn’t judge people” and is a stickler for warrants? At least somebody in this county cares about warrants. Also, those doors are actually really pretty. Nice colour, and the carved scrollwork designs are nice.

What an odd shot: the one when they’re coming out of Walt’s office after talking to Skeevy McGrossFace and Rosa. It’s a weird sort of shaky-cam stepping back, just preceding Branch walking, and then turns to follow him when he sit’s on his desk. But it’s a really different style of shot than I can remember, so much so that it’s a bit jarring, especially after the series of nearly stationary close ups that we just had. Weird. [18:42-18-50]

Cady! I haven’t made much note of her costuming before this, but it seems notable that’s she’s only in monocromatics. Especially next to Fales in muted tones, but still some colour, and surrounded by the colourful grafitti of the alley where her mother was stabbed. Nice way of setting her apart from everything.

SHEEPIES! Ooooo, that wagon is so cool. Ah dang, the way that Sal corrects Walt’s pronunciation of his brother’s name is so gloriously passive aggressive. Good for you, my dude. Names are important, and people should have the respect to make the effort to get them right.

Aaaaaand Walt, the definition of Do, Don’t Tell, just shoves the guy to keep him from drinking the possibly dangerous water, rather than, like, using his words. Walt’s gonna Walt.

Iiiiiiiii am a mess, truly. It cuts to an architectural model and I start giggling like a 6th grader, because I know it’s going to be a Jacob scene. He’s not even on screen yet, ffs. HANDS. I’m fine. Totally fine. (That’s totally a lie. I just rewound to the beginning of the scene because I kept giggling too much to pay attention. What the hell.) First time we’ve seen one of the chips, which at this point must be a marketing mock-up, since nothing is built yet. And he actually types, not just doing the hunt-and-peck thing that is sometimes easier on a tablet.

Looking at the weaving that is up on his wall (maybe a rug?) I’m hoping that the prop people actually did buy from Northern Cheyenne artisans. They apparently did most of their filming in New Mexico, so I hope they made the effort to get the patterns right, and buy from the actual tribe they’re supposed to be portraying, I guess? And now I’m distracted by the fact that the random hanging light behind Jacob is at a weird angle?

Look, ever since I realized that the “Hey,” that Jacob does is apparently just A (thanks to it also happening in That Damned Xmas Movie) I am endlessly amused (and charmed) whenever Jacob does it. I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does. (This is legitimately embarrassing. How much trouble I am having focusing. Beyond my normal focus issues, which, as shown above, are already impressive. Because thiiiiirst.)

“My boys at the lumber yard did just throw you a campaign rally.” I love how Jacob is basically apparently not just his secret angel-investor, but also a sneaky campaign manager. Did Branch just think shit like the rally just happened? He’s not fricking Ferris Bueller; somebody organizes those. And apparently it’s either Jacob himself, or someone who Jacob appointed to do so.

“I thought you were just a casino developer.” You have noooo clue, Brancheroo. “I prefer to remain a silent partner. White people get nervous when Indians start taking back their land.” Oooooope. Especially interesting because there are previsions for the Tribal Council to purchase land to be Tribal land (Section 6 of Article IX of the Tribal Constitution), but this seems more along the lines of personal acquisition. Though maybe not, because “on the board” doesn’t necessarily equate to being the owner.

The set up of Jacob’s office is so interesting. Functionally for the show, it’s probably for better shooting angles, so that we can see more of Jacob behind the desk while Branch is sitting in front of it, but from an in-the-verse decorating standpoint, bit’s fascinating. He has this focal wall with the gorgeous wall hanging, flanked by floor to ceiling window, but instead of having his desk centered on that wall and directly facing the bulk of the room, it’s at an almost 45 degree angle on a huge rug, and it’s so unexpected. I kind of love it, and want to analyze it for days. Also worth noting is that pride of place is given to the Hotamétaneo’o headdress which is on a stand centered in front of the wall hanging.

How fucking tired must Jacob be. He’s used to Walt... Walting, but then Branch comes in, who he is literally spending his own money to support in his bid for sheriff, and he pulls the same shit of assuming that he’s behind Bad Shit. And then Branch frames it as “bad P.R,” so he’s there to “discuss it with [him] privately.” And then basically threatens him with Walt. I swear. ...there is something a little amusing about Walt being used as the stick in the carrot and a stick method of negotiating. He certainly is enough of a blunt object most of the time.

Oh fuck you so much, Branch. Playing the “can’t give you details about an ongoing investigation” card as though you have some professional or moral leg to stand on after basically blackmailing Jacob with Walt’s vendetta is just such shit. You don’t get to look down your nose at Jacob’s quid pro quo pragmatism when you were the one who came to him for financial backing. You sanctimonious little shitheel. If you didn’t want to deal with Jacob, you shouldn’t have taken his $100k. He’s a business man, and you’re an investment, and not a quixotic one.

“He’s probably the only person to have died from [hemlock] since Socrates.” And then Walt’s incredulous look and her, “Alright, I googled it,” were subtle comedic gold.

Ooooooo, that was a nice little shot. Not quite foreshadowing, but showing Branch’s suspicions and sort of inviting the audience to share them. Walt says his bit about the Army poisoning “Indian wells” to kill them off and get their land, and then we see Branch fiddling with the Four Arrows chip and narrow his eyes considering and slip the chip into his pocket, looking suspicious. It’s a really neat little moment of visual storytelling, no lines, literally three seconds long, just sort of snuck in there, but super effective. Really nicely done.

And again, Cady is in monochromatics. And, shit, just gave Fales Henry’s name. Aaaaaand right after, she realizes that the junkie was killed and realizes that it had to have been one of her dads (or so she thinks).

Sal’s monologue in the cell is a good emotional payoff that plays off of Vic’s comments towards the beginning of the episode. I see the narrative worth of her making them, and how the structure of the episode benefits from it; but seeing those writing elements from the outside of the show doesn’t make me able to like her as a character who said them in-universe. And then the threat Sal makes of vengeance on someone who killed one he loves also underscores the stuff with Cady’s investigation into her mother’s death very well. As much as I gripe about the writing *cough S6 cough finale cough* there really is some damn good writing in this show, and I don’t show enough appreciation for it.

Huh, and now there’s a sort of inverse of that weird shot preceding Branch from earlier, but this one is much more effective and less off-putting. This one [33:00] precedes Walt as he walks back into his office, still a medium close up, but it’s much steadier, and the way it is framed, it does quite a bit to convey his mindset, and he walks out of the shot and we see the three deputies following him in like baffled ducklings, making the shot serve another purpose, too. Which honestly makes that earlier shaky follow shot of Branch even weirder, because this one was so much better.

And then Walt has his creepy little speech about how someone would want to watch the light go out of their eyes and not caring if you get caught. I do appreciate that when he’s talking about the psychology of killing with poison he doesn’t just call it a “woman’s method” which media so often does. It might have been the writers keeping who the killer was abstruse, but it was still more gender neutral. Especially since according to The U. S. Department of Justice's report on Homicide Trends in the United States (1980 to 2008) of all poison killers in that time period, 60.5 percent were male and 39.5 percent female. (Table 5 on page 10.) So that long held idea that even Sherlock Holmes was written to have that poison is “of course” a woman’s weapon is pretty crap.

Awwww, the good old days when Walt paid attention to animals. ...I am still bizarrely salty about the fact that he never named his horse. What a good pupper!

And then we have a classic example of Sneaky!Walt, which always takes people quite by surprise, because he’s usually as subtle as Miley Cyrus.

Also because when he does this, it tends to be pretty fucked up, in a Make Someone Think They’re About To Die way. And then he does His Thing, where he just lays out all of his suppositions, with no proof, only the terror of her thinking that she’s been poisoned and you’re withholding medical intervention to get her to confess. And is, irritatingly, correct about his theories. But I’m pretty sure this qualifies as coercing a confession? She thinks she’s fucking dying. Even Vic looks at him like it’s fucked up, and her moral compass where he’s concerned is... skewed.

They way this reveal was played out, (”How’d they find her so fast?” “Hard to say...”) is somewhat ambiguous as to whether it’s supposed to be that Branch went there to tell Jacob or not, but I kind of doubt it? I kind of figure that the meeting that Jacob was having when Branch rambled in was already with Rosa signing the paperwork. Jacob is smart. So, HAH. Little good your “can’t comment on an ongoing investigation” schtick did.

And then the news that someone in law enforcement has been asking after Henry.

“Lizzie was waiting for you here tonight. You should talk to her, Walt. She seems to think she is in a relationship with you.” ....omgs. The tone. I mean, yes, the blisteringly glorious SASS, but how does one not read that as incredibly shippy? Howwwww?

“You are an honest man, Walt. I would like you to stay that way.” Oh Henry. When did you decide that you weren’t? Was it when you hired Hector? Or was there something before? ...I feel like there were things before that. Hello darkness my old friend.

“It is not your job to protect me.” “It is my job...” THOSE WERE THE DAYS. Those were the fucking daaaaaays. And the emotions on Henry’s face after Walt says, “That was my right,” as though Henry cheated him of something. I am so deep in OT3 feels I cannot even see daylight here. The feels of them having been an OT3 and then Walt pulling this shit, and Henry having to defend his own “right” to avenge Martha? It wrecks me. “A good woman was murdered. A bad man is dead. End of story.”

#Longmire #Walt Longmire #Cady Longmire #Henry Standing Bear #Branch is such a tool #Jacob Nighthorse #The Ferg #Victoria Moretti #Episode commentary #How many tangents did I manage to go on this time?#so many #Martha Longmire #I ramble about shots and framing and narrative too.#It took me so long to do this.#I am such a mess.

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