#i made the caption as cliché as i could

[everything-is-wonderwall]

"Take my hand, and I will show you how fleeting the world is"

no background/no lighting:

#woah what's this? a finished piece?? #took me months to do but here #enjoy #the background is why this took so long #i tried to make it as fleeting as possible #although i had to stop myself from adding lens flare #i made the caption as cliché as i could #i felt like she should be saying something fleeting #art #my art #kaoru seta #seta kaoru #fleeting #hello happy world #bandori #bang dream #bang dream girls band party #time to disappear again

[marlenesluv]

Rule Breaker (CS)

summary: charles has one rule for you, don’t date his teammate. he doesn’t want his little sister infringing, but both you and carlos can’t help falling for each other. so what harm does a little soft launch do? well, a failed soft launch. (side note: carlos watches game of thrones and i love game of thrones, so there’s some content like that in here as well.)

type: smau + dialogue

pairing: carlos sainz x leclerc!fem!reader (7 yr age gap. reader is 22, carlos is 29.)

warnings: cussing

fc: anaïs (_ssiana on insta)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

Being the youngest Leclerc sibling came with its benefits. Like being able to watch your brothers race, meeting lovely fans, having your own amazing fans, and getting to travel across the world. Opportunities were endless for you. Magazines wanted photo shoots, people wanted interviews, you were lucky really.

The only con? Having to look at Carlos Sainz Jr. every day, and not be able to do anything about your crush.

When Carlos joined Charles in Ferrari in 2021, Charles made a point to forbid you from dating him, just like Arthur did with his friends. Which you figured was fine, until you met Carlos.

He was such a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you, getting you a drink when you wanted one, making sure you were comfortable in the paddock, and making sure your headphones felt good before races.

Carlos experienced something very similar. Charles took him aside an hour before he was to meet you, and told him that you were off limits. He didn’t want a relationship with his younger sister to ruin such a good team, god forbid the relationship be messy and end horribly.

But lucky for you and Carlos, your relationship was perfect. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. That was until you were spotted together at dinner after his win in Singapore. People couldn’t fathom what was going on. The ‘young, innocent, law degree leclerc’ dating Carlos Sainz? Her brothers teammate??

Arthur had his suspicions. The way that you were on your phone at family dinners, smiling and blushing, was enough of a sign for him. Charles, oblivious as always, had no idea. And Arthur wasn’t a snitch, you got yourself in this, you could deal with Charles on your own.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After about three months of privately dating, that article came out. So, you both decided to soft launch your relationship. Surely Charles couldn’t be all that mad. Carlos knew from the first time he met you, that he wanted to spend his life with you. Cliché? Sure. But your demeanor, sarcasm, kindness, and the way you held yourself was enough to make him want to drop to his knees.

“Do you think I should post this?” you asked Carlos, showing him a picture of the two of you, but not noticeably him.

“Yeah, you can’t even tell it’s me.” Carlos looked at you, head on his chest so he could see your phone.

Post-sex cuddles were very important, you even said ‘I need them to survive. Don’t laugh at me!’ They were intimate, yet sweet and calming.

“Okay. I’m gonna post it with these other two…” you typed a caption and posted it, groaning in Carlos’ sheets as he laughed, running his fingers through your hair.

“It’ll be okay, amor.” he kissed your temple, both of you falling back to your cuddles as you drifted to sleep as your post got attention.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n_leclerc: nom nom

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charles_leclerc: who is that in the second photo, y/n?

↳ y/n_leclerc: what second photo?

↳ charles_leclerc: don’t gaslight me

f1updates: she slays, again, as always

lilymhe: prettiest girl ever

↳ y/n_leclerc: that’s you tho??

user6: who tfffff is that man?!?!

y/n.fan624: is that like…her new bf? you mean to tell me….i don’t have a chance anymore???

↳ y/nseditfan7; i don’t think any of us ever had a chance :/

cs55edits: that looks like the sainz vacation home, no?

↳ user2: oh my gosh.

yourbsf: pizza looks so good (so do you)

↳ y/n_leclerc: it was so good (thx, you always look good)

user7: you guys smell that? its a soft launch

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Soft launching was a good idea, in theory. You both thought it was the perfect way to announce your relationship, but not with Charles calling you every ten minutes and blowing up your messages to find out who the guy was in your photo on Instagram.

You sighed as your phone started ringing for the eighth time during this Game of Thrones episode. You and Carlos sat by each other, watching your show. Game of Thrones time, was your guys’ time to disconnect, not be on your phones, and enjoy the show and each other. Not a time to deal with a protective older brother.

Looking down at your phone, you saw the picture of you and Charles as he called again, “I should probably just answer. He’s not gonna stop until I answer.” Carlos got up, gave you a kiss and started walking to the kitchen, “Answer him, hermosa. I’ll go get more wine.” As Carlos went to the kitchen, your thumb hit the ‘accept’ button and you put your phone up to your ear.

“Pourquoi ne m'as-tu pas répondu ? Je pensais que tu étais mort ou quelque chose comme ça ! Qu'est-ce que c'est, y/n ?!”(why have you not been answering me? i thought you died or something! what the hell, y/n?!) Charles was shouting through the phone, you could tell he was worried and pissed at the same time.

“Je suis désolé, Charles. J'étais occupé. What’s up?” (i’m sorry, charles. i was busy.)

Charles sighed on the other side of the phone as he sat down at his barstool in his kitchen, “Please, just tell me who this guy is. I wont get mad, I swear. I don’t even care who it is, I just want to make sure he’s a good guy.”

Carlos made eye contact with you as he sat down beside you, whispering “If you want to tell him, you can, amor.” You nodded, taking a deep breath, “Carlos.” You said. One word. One name that brought fear through Charles. Carlos?! His teammate.

“What do you mean ‘Carlos’?” Charles asked, his voice suddenly too calm. “Carlos….I’m dating Carlos.” you stared at Carlos as he went wide eyed, Charles silent on the other line.

“Charles? Are you there?” you heard shuffling, Carlos handing you your wine as Charles cleared his throat.

“Okay. Um…alright. I gotta go, Y/N. Love you.” Charles hung up, leaving you staring at the glass in your hands.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Carlos asked you, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “He didn’t really say anything when I told him. Just ‘Okay, alright, I gotta go, Love you.’ and then hung up.”

Carlos sucked his lips in, placing his hand on your neck, making you lean into his touch. You fell back into his sofa, clinging to his side, Carlos turning Game of Thrones back on and pulling the blanket over you two.

He wasn’t sure what it would take to convince Charles that this wasn’t a fling. But he would try everything.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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carlossainz55: I’m not very good at soft launches, anyway

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y/n_leclerc: no, no you are not, mon amour

↳ carlossainz55: oops 💗

chili55: y/n: “let’s soft launch!” carlos: “how about no.”

y/neditsss551: WOAAHHHHHH

landonorris: mom and dad

↳ y/n_leclerc: landoooo

char16car55: where’s charles😭

↳ f1fan: look around everybody on mute 🤫🤐

carlando554fp: my fav leclerc😪 she’s so prettyyyy

user4: AWOOGA I LOVE THE LECLERCS

arthur_leclerc: nice to see my suspicions have been confirmed

↳ charles_leclerc: you had suspicions?

↳ lorenzotl: um..what’s going on

user8: leclerc brothers protective and confused mode LOL

f1wags: ooooo new wag, yet one we already know we all love and adore

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After Carlos’ post, you freaked out. Of course, he asked you first, and double checked, and triple checked. You wanted everyone to know that you guys were dating. The only worry was ‘what would Charles do/think’?

Both of you had talked to Charles since the call a few days ago. Charles asked Carlos when he wanted to train again, and Charles checked on you everyday.

Arthur didn’t care. He was worried, at first. He thought maybe Carlos wouldn’t treat you like a princess, like you deserved to be treated. Carla told Arthur that you couldn’t have a better boyfriend.

When Carlos posted, Carla called you immediately, asking for details. Like when you started dating, the first date, did Charles know? And you trusted Carla with your life. The girl knew how to listen, too.

Lorenzo wasn’t too bothered. He knew Carlos, knew he was a good guy, and accepted it fairly fast. He also wanted you to be treated well, it’s what you deserved.

Charles wanted the same thing. He looked out for you the most. The guys you dated had to pass a test in Charles’ books. They needed to be kind, funny, honest, loyal, a gentleman, a family guy, good goals, and they needed to love you. And Charles ticked all of those off when he saw that post. He knew Carlos more than a lot of people.

Carlos was kind, loyal, and honest. He never lied to Charles, never broke a promise, and was kind to everyone. The man was also quite funny. He knew he could be a gentleman, he saw him with his last girlfriend three years ago. Carlos was a huge family guy, and had good goals. And obviously, he loved you. Charles decided he had no reason to be mad. You two were in love, and he needed to accept that.

When you called him, you were nervous. Carlos had went out for his morning run, which you usually joined him on. But you wanted to talk to Charles. It only rang three times before he picked up.

“Hello?” your brother groggy voice came through your phone speaker, which was sat on the counter as you made coffee.

“Hey. Can you talk for a minute?” stirring your coffee, you picked up your phone to hold in one hand.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Are you mad at me? For dating Carlos? Because we aren’t breaking up if you are. You’re just going to have to deal with it! Charles, I love him more than anyone-“ Charles cut off your rambling.

“Y/N, stop. I’m not mad. Its okay.” he sat up in his bed, looking at the time- 5am? You called him at 5am? “Wait, it’s 5am. Why are you even up??”

“Oh, Carlos and I have been getting up every morning at 4:30am to run and workout together.” you took a sip of your coffee, “I skipped today to call you, through.”

“Wow. He’s already rubbing off his good habits.” Charles smiled, happy that you were happy.

“Yeah…you’re okay with this, though?” you asked, setting your cup down.

“Of course. I’m sorry about the other day. I was just startled.” he apologized, he really did feel bad. He didn’t intend to be rude and freak you out.

“It’s okay. Thank you for being okay with this. I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

“Great, I need my eight hours. Night, Y/N,” Charles yawned, making you laugh a bit. “Night? Love you.” Charles muttered an ‘I love you’ back and hung up.

No need to worry about that anymore, you thought. Carlos walking in the front door, and by your smile, he didn’t even need to ask. Charles obviously didn’t mind.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, and 593,204 others

y/n_leclerc: my game of thrones watching buddy <3

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carlossainz55: hold the door

↳ y/n_leclerc: hodor :(

user3: oooo its official guys, the carlos bf content is here

charles_leclerc: didnt need to see this

↳ arthur_leclerc: did any of us?

↳ lorenzotl: no.

↳ y/n_leclerc: you guys are soo dramatic. shut up

lilymhe: awww you guys are adorableee

↳ y/n_leclerc: me when i see you and alex

f1wags: carlos is boyfriending so hard

landonorris: WHIPPED

↳ carlossainz55: have you seen her? had a conversation with her? of course i’m whipped

↳ y/n_leclerc: 🥹🫠

ferraribabe: the way he’s so sweet stopppp

yourbsf: holy shitttt, you guys are THE couple

*liked by creator*

user8: wowowowow too cute

formula1updates: new favorite couple - unlocked

user1: a couple that watches game of thrones together, stays together

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n_leclerc: muy guapo, papi🖤🤍

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user3: PAPI???? Y/N PLS

carlossainz55: she’ll never know guys, shhhhh

↳ charles_leclerc: but i do

↳ carlossainz55: it was a joke…

↳ charles_leclerc: i’m pushing you off the track this weekend.

f1wags: they way they look at each other🥹 (THE CAPTION????)

user5: oh…ok!

arthur_leclerc: cant wait to hit a spaniard this weekend

↳ carlossainz55: dios mío. cállate

↳ lorenzotl: we know spanish, carlos

↳ y/n_leclerc: i hate my family sometimes (not mom tho)

↳ leclerc_pascale: ❤️

leclercsfp16: my fav family

y/n.editingggg: adorbssss but girl the caption??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

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seen by: carlossainz55, lorenzotl, and 532,103 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n_leclerc, maxverstappen1, and 1,238,014 others

carlossainz55: “you are the moon of my life” ❤️

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y/n_leclerc: did you j khal drogo quote drop

↳ carlossainz55: i thought it would be cute :(

↳ y/n_leclerc: it was so cute <3

↳ carlossainz55: :))

f1ygotedits: my two favs: carlos and got 😋

user5: the way they make me want to sob bec they’re so cute

verstoppan1fp: their pics >

vroom34: my fav game of thrones lovers

thenightwatch99: the way he khal drogo quoted

user3: mama y papa 😪👏

f1editpage: can’t wait to see her with carlos merch

↳ char16pg: charles is gonna be mad lollll

formula1page33: they’re soo cute🥹🥹🥹🥹

charles_leclerc: cant believe im the only single sibling now

↳ arthur_leclerc: i can

↳ charles_leclerc: 😦

user8: awwww the cutest shut upppp

y/nandcarlosfp55: ARG SO CUTE

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: carlossainz55, landonorris, and 548,024 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n_leclerc, georgerussell63, and 929,820 others

carlossainz55: i took an amazing, photographer photo of her, and she took this monstrosity one of me??

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y/n_leclerc: no, amor. you look so handsome

↳ pierregasly: why are you lying to him?

↳ carlossainz55: you are a dick, pierre

↳ pierregasly: ��good one

user3: LOL I LOVE THIS

f1wags: our fav wag photographer!!

formula1wc: carlos is turning his instagram in to a y/n fan account

chilipepper55: michael phelps WHO⁉️we only know our olympic swimmer carlos the mermaid sainz!!!

carmenmmundt: y/n looks so elegant

↳ carlossainz55: and me?

↳ carmenmmundt: 😬

landonorris: bro rly said 🧜‍♂️😟

user1: merm-couple

f1memes: the third pic is so cute. HELLO?!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

#carlos sainz smau #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x oc #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 smau #cs55 #cs55 x reader #cs55 imagine

[elliespassagerprincess]

I hardly seen any love for Dina can you maybe do one her shy x popular trope

One chance - (popular!dina x shy!reader)

hi anon, firstly real! we need more Dina fics! I'm sorry if this sucks I struggle with writing fluff lmao, but i hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: dina x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: In which the popular girl asked you out

authors note: on a serious note we need more dina fics, she's sooooo fine but so underrated and it's so sad

masterlist

"Earth to Dina"

"huh?"

"Dina are you ok?" Ellie asked concerned at her friends spaced out expression.

"I'm fine"

no she wasn't.

Dina was not fine.

She was fucking fuming. Why? Because you were giving someone else attention.

Dina had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Ever since she was a little girl, she watched countless videos on YouTube for cheer routines, and she memorized them all.

As soon as she became a freshman in high-school she immediately auditioned, and as if god was on her side she became the caption and she stayed the caption up until her senior year.

She fucking loved to cheer.

The makeup, the routines, the crowd screaming for them.

For her.

God she loved it all the attention. She loved all the people around her, people praising her, and telling her that she did a good job.

Dina was the classic popular girl and as cliché as it was, this was who she was and she loved every fucking second of it.

It was like no other day.

She stood at the entrance of the field, watching the football teams run out.

She observed the other cheer teams standing next to hers, they were pretty, but surely they weren't as talented.

The whistle blew and a grin spread on to Dina's face, as she jogged out the massive doors, her squad running behind her.

The crowd cheered as the girls came out, and Dina proudly raised her pompoms, shaking them slightly.

Her gaze fell onto the crowd, as she tried spotting people wearing the schools colors but her eyes fell on you.

woah.

She's never seen you before.

Holy fucking shit.

For the rest of the night, Dina's eyes lingered on you.

Every time they had to perform, she always kept and eye on you, hoping you'd make eye contact.

You never looked her way.

You wanted to but you were scared.

You'd only join the school a month ago and you remembered on your first day of school, you saw her.

The pretty girl with the dark hair.

That's what you called her until you were told her name was Dina.

Dina. Dina. Dina. Dina Dina.

She was all you could think about.

Everywhere you went there was a reminder of Dina.

You saw a bow? Dina wears bows.

You saw someone wearing blue? Dina always wears blue converse.

You wanted to talk to her so fucking bad, but you couldn't. Every time you got close to her it felt like you were going to piss yourself.

You made her a paper flower one day, hoping you'd be able to give it to her. You'd hype up yourself in the mirror but as soon as you saw her, the confidence you once felt fell away.

"C'mon lets go" your friend Abby begged. She'd been asking you to the football game all week but you weren't in the mood for the loud crowds and all the screaming.

"let me stay home dude" you replied

"Dina will be there"

That's all you needed to hear. You raced to get ready, and you put on a orange jumper hoping the bright color might catch Dina's attention.

You sat on the field with hundreds of other people, you anxiously waited for her, you realized that her seeing you would be unlikely due to the amount of people that filled the seats.

All you remember was the crowd cheering and Dina jogging out, wearing her blue converse. There was a grin on her face as her team followed her and she looked fucking perfect.

As hard as you tried not to look at her you couldn't help it.

She stood in front so obviously you were gonna look at her.

She performed with so much confidence, with so much grace. You could truly look at her forever.

When the game came to an end her squad asked if she wanted to go out with them, but Dina kindly declined because she had other plans.

She had to talk to this pretty girl that distracted her throughout the whole game.

Dina walked through the crowd, trying to avoid all the people who were trying to talk to her.

She was growing frustrated. Where the fuck were you?

Just as she was about to lose hope, she spotted your orange jumper. You stood on the side of the road talking on your phone. Dina slowly walked towards you and she didn't mean to listen to your conversation but she did.

"Abby i swear to god if you don't come pick me up in 5 minutes I'm going to kill you"

Dina softly giggled at how overdramatic you were. You put your phone into your pocket on you sighed.

Dina could walk away right now, she could turn away and you would never have to know about this.

Fuck it. Dina wasn't a pussy.

She tapped you on shoulder, and you turned around. Your eyes met with the girl you've been silently in love with for the last month.

Fuck.

"Hi" Dina started, giving you her charming smile.

Your mouth went dry and you felt so fucking nervous. She could probably see how you were shaking.

"Hi" you replied meeting her gaze shyly.

"Well I'm Dina and i just wanted to say you're really pretty and i was wondering if i could have your number?"

You wanted to pinch yourself. Is this even real? Was this a prank?

"yeah" was all you said without looking at her. You watched Dina reach into her bag to pull out her phone, and she silently watched as you put in your number.

"You don't talk much do you?" She laughed awkwardly as she took her phone from your hand.

"Yeah" was all you said.

Dina didn't text you. Its been 2 weeks.

Its not that she didn't want to, but she was terrified.

You barely spoke to her that night, who says you'll even text her back?

You on the other hand saw the situation differently. You thought she was taking you for a fool. Someone like Dina would never just ask for your number.

As the weeks went by you and Dina make eye contact, she would give you a small smile and you would just walk away with a nod. You'd make no effort to talk to her because she made you so fucking nervous.

Dina hated this. She hated that she wanted someone that can barley look at her. But here she was getting mad at you for talking to someone else.

Some blonde bitch sat with you and you acted so differently. You laughed, you fucking smiled and showed emotion, but when Dina was around you barely uttered a word to her.

You drove her insane.

"Dude why are you fucking lying?"

"what?" Dina asked.

She actually forgot Ellie was sitting here.

"You keep looking at her and Abby"

so that's what her name was.

"What's your deal with them?" Ellie persisted.

She might as well admit it.

"She isn't the problem, Abby is"

Ellies gaze fell to you and Abby for a while before it all clicked.

"Dude are you jealous? do you have a fucking crush on her or something?"

"Yeah" Dina admitted "but I don't know anything about her, i tried talking to her, but she doesn't say much"

Dina quickly glazed to you before she groaned in frustration

"she doesn't" Ellie confirmed.

"She only talks to Abby, she's quite shy in my opinion"

shy is an understatement.

Dina was losing her mind. Every time she sees you and Abby together she feels sick. But at the same time she's too pussy to talk to you or to even text you.

Dina could perform in front of thousands of people without batting an eye but she could barley say hi to you.

You were fucking breaking her.

Dina went to an empty classroom to let off some steam and to her surprise you sat there.

"Hi" Dina said in amazement.

"Hi" you responded looking everywhere in the room but her.

'just fucking look at me' Dina thought to herself.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you.

"Abby isn't here today, i didn't feel like sitting alone"

Dina's fist clenched tightly at the mention of Abby.

"Can i ask you something?" Dina randomly asked, after staring at you for a while.

"yeah"

"why don't you want me?"

"What?"

Dina dropped her backpack and she made her way towards you: "like you- fuck- why don't you look at me? I always look at you"

You wanted to run out the room, this was all happening too fast. "Dina-"

"no listen, i know nothing about you but you seem like a really sweet girl, please just one chance" she begged.

You would give her a million chances.

"Yeah..." you started, you looked around the room one last time before you finally made eye contact with Dina.

"so are you gonna take me on a date?" You smiled at her shyly.

Dina chucked and she responded with one word: "yeah"

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[shdo-xplosion]

Hi Dove! The event is so cute 😊 welcome to Tumblr babes we're glad to have you here.

I'd like to do scenes from a witch hat 👀 if I may have Bakugou, in case you don't want any repeat characters I'd love to see Nagi

I couldn't pick between 13 or 7 so which ever calls to you!

🖤🐈‍⬛🩷

hi, thank you! i appreciate the warm welcome ♡

since i have a few bakugou asks already, i think i’m gonna write for nagi on this one. (◠ω◠✿) plus the prompt fits well because it is…

💛 13. SLEEPOVER • s. nagi

no warnings, just cuteness

It happens quite often that Nagi falls asleep in one place and wakes up somewhere else. He could swear he just barely let his eyes rest shut at the restaurant, wasn’t even planning on taking a nap, but now he’s blinking himself awake in an only slightly familiar room.

Sitting up, Nagi rubs bleary eyes with the palms of his hands then glances around. Yeah, he knows this apartment, knows it’s yours, and feels his sleepy heart start to beat just a little harder at the thought.

Where are you? And where’s Reo? Surely he’s gotta be somewhere nearby, wouldn’t just dump Nagi at his crush’s house like some kind of stupid wingman.

Actually, yes he would. Reo’s whole thing is keeping Nagi happy, so yeah, he absolutely would do something like this on purpose.

“Oh, hey, you’re awake,” he hears you say as you glide into your living room. “There’s some soup on the stove if you want some. It’s raining outside so I thought something warm would be nice.”

Right. The rain. Nagi remember it tapping on the window of the café. That’s what made him shut his eyes. He can still hear it now, pattering against your apartment building, and almost immediately he feels drowsy again.

“Thanks,” Nagi mumbles. “S’Reo here?”

You shake your head. “He went to play soccer with some friends.”

“But… rain.”

You shrug your shoulders where you now sit perched on the arm of the couch. “He seemed especially excited about that. Said mud makes it more fun.”

Nagi wrinkles his nose. No wonder Reo left him behind. He knew there was no way he would have been able to convince Nagi to play with him.

“He should be done soon. It’s getting pretty late,” you hum. Nagi checks his phone and finds a message from Reo—a selfie—of his friend splattered with mud and the caption ‘no idea what you’re missing!’. He also sees that it’s nearly ten o’clock.

“Dang. Guess I should head home then.”

“You don’t have to,” you say quickly, and when Nagi looks at you, he sees a hopeful glimmer in your eyes. “I mean, I don’t mind the company. Plus, it’s so gross outside. Just… stay the night.”

His heart picks up its pace again, reminding Nagi of the way he always has to push himself during soccer matches. Just a little harder, a little faster, it’ll be worth it. The goal is in sight.

Is it with you, though? Is tonight a pivotal point between you and Nagi? There’s been what he thinks might be flirting—sly glances, badly hidden smiles, cute giggles—but it could all just be normal friendly behavior. Reo has tried to tell him time and time again that ‘bro, she has a thing for you, just make a move!’ but Nagi has never been the proactive type, and honestly he’s just kind of scared to ruin anything. What he has with you now is good. It’s easy. It’s low maintenance friendship.

But like… he also wouldn’t mind being able to hold your hand and kiss the tip of your nose so… a sleepover, huh?

He wonders what it’ll entail. As he slurps the warm, homey soup, a million cliché possibilities run through his mind.

Movies? Boring. Pillow fights? Exhausting. Are you about to give him a makeover? Wasteful. Makeup is expensive.

No. It turns out sleepovers are way more fun now than Nagi remembers. Or they are with you.

Instead of rom-coms and eyeshadow, he spends his night with you wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, the weight of you against his chest soothing him in and out of sleep. It’s definitely something he could get used to. Even if in the future you do decide to test out shades of blush on him or chuck pillows at his head, Nagi doesn’t think he’ll care as long as the night still ends up like this.

event masterlist ✿

#doves welcome event ✿ #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #nagi fluff

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / selectively accepting

@causalitylinked said:"...Is that book any good?" Kobato idly asks Hana out of genuine curiosity. To him, it looked like a romance novel, but as he wasn't the type to really read as much compared to Ryuto, he had no idea what it was exactly about; still, it did manage to pique his interest. Of course, while his younger charge would doubtlessly judge her for liking something so cliché and frivolous, Kobato, on the other hand, found it impressive she could even sit through a whole 200 or so pages without even having pictures for visual stimulation. Why, now that he was nearing his thirties, he could not bring himself to spend hours, reading something that wasn't a manga or a magazine anymore, so for once, he couldn't help envying Hana. Then again, depending on how into it she was, he could see himself potentially giving the book a read.

"hm?" upon hearing him speak, she'd eventually glance over her shoulder to stare in his direction & follow his gaze... which was aimed at a book that had been placed near-by, untouched for days. "oh, i don't know. i picked it up for an instagram post i had to make." with the caption basically telling lies about how into it she was, according to her manager who was trying to push her more in the direction of an influencer while hana found it exhausting. she wasn't against reading, & even less about romance novels, but nowadays, hana barely found the time or the energy to go through it. especially, when she was already suffering with her ( lack there of ) romantic life. "i prefer web novels for that reason." they were easier to go through, & prettier, too. she had read the summary of this one & it wasn't bad but... she'd rather not feel a certain way that could lead to getting upset over her unrequited feelings.

hana would go back to her phone, back to doing whatever the fuck she was busy with before kobato talked, before remembering that he was still around & she probably shouldn't ignore him too much. "maybe you can read it for me & let me know?" it was partially a joke that she made with her head thrown back, so she could look at him upside-down, flashing him a smile. "you could learn one thing or two about wooing women." since he sucked at it... in her opinion.

#causalitylinked #.ic / way too many people tryna take the crown #.ask / never have any regrets after the game #verse 01. theory of beauty / main

[landothemuppet]

dancing with a spider (t.h) smut

Word count: 5.2k pairing: actor!tom holland x dwts dancer!reader warning(s) : smut (+18), swearing, female masturbation, mutual(ish) masturbation, mutual consented sex N/A:  wow, okay! First; I’m so proud of this concept. I've never seen it on other tumblrs, but that doesn't mean I claim to be the only one to have had this idea.This is my first smut. Be indulgent. I hope you like this as much as my previous work. I remind you that English is not my native language. You can also find a small bonus : dancing with a spider (smau) Don't forget to comment, reblog, interact with us, it's important for the authors. Love you so much ! xx taglist: @angeliquekalampoka @harryhollandsgirlfriend @cedricdiggorysimpp​ @hogwartsmarvelmommy​ (’cause i know you were so excited to read it!) - if you want to be notified of all my future writings you can add yourself in my taglist : here

 It was your fourth season and you had the opportunity to share the floor with always the most extraordinary partners. You even kept in touch with them after the show. But when the production and the casting team told you that your next dance partner was going to be Tom Holland, you couldn't believe it. On the first day of rehearsals you posted a photo of an empty dance studio with a not-so-enigmatic caption. Your notifications exploded and you could only smile at the animation under your post.  The first day Tom arrived super smiling, motivated and you were like a pile of springs at the idea of ​​sharing the stage with him. The meeting was so warm, tom was a nice man, it's was so easy to talk with him.

 "Hello, there!"

"Hello you! I'm Y / N, i'll be your dance partner for the next weeks"

"I was hoping I was with you! You set fire to last season"

"And I hope to bring it back fire with you, Spiderman! Let's take the trophy home"

 You both laughed before clapping your hands and prompting him to start that first repetition. He was very studious ... for the first hour and a half before he started making you laugh every time you missed a move. You smiled to yourself every time Tom swore gruff words. You were pretty sure the production should beep lots of swear words coming out of its mouth. He was as much a perfectionist as you were, and even though Tom was a spontaneous boy, you still gave your best. The trust and the chemistry between the two of you almost immediately set in.

 Your first dance was a Charleston, the production even specifically asked you that the first song you dance to be the Spiderman theme. It was super cliché but it set the scene for your partner. Especially since Tom's press tour was about to start soon after the show ended. The Charleston was a dynamic dance with a lot of kick and bounce but you knew Tom had enough energy. You also had an advantage that he did a lot of his stunts and because you expected to add some of his gymnastic tricks into the choreography, in addition to the lifts you had set up initially. You first taught him the basics of Charleston but your vocabulary quickly turned into onomatopoeia, which made your partner laugh a lot.

 “okay… here we go..and pam pum, pam pam pum, again pam pum, swing, pam pum, pam pum, pam pam pum. Tom, focus!.”

“I’m sorry darling, I don’t speak your “pam pum” language.” he laughed at you.

“You Div! Come on, Tom! It has to be perfect. I want a 10 on the first prime and I know we can make it.”

 During the performance, Tom was gorgeous! The judges stood up when he did his backflip on the judges' desk. You both were dynamic; you were on fire. His kick steps were perfect, your tandems in perfect synchronization. The energy in his feet was there, not too strong not to look like a jive, the complicity, the facial expressions. Everything ... Everything was perfect for you so much so that on the first "10”. Tom and you jumped for joy and clung like a koala to him as he spun you around. The juries have never stopped complimenting you and you were so proud of Tom for the work he had provided.

  The audience loved you right away and the support you were getting with their participation in Dancing with the Stars was incredible. It always energized you. On your second week, you danced a waltz on Tiny Dancer by Elton John. During the judges' comments, Tom gave you a kiss on the temple, a mark of affection that did not go unnoticed by his fans. A few of them, thousands out of a few million after all, represented you as a lovely couple even though you were just friends and dance partners. But it was the risk of dancing with such a popular actor: being associated with him as a potential romantic relationship. Did you and Tom really bother you? No. To tell the truth, you played it a lot and liked to laugh about it, especially when reading the comments under your performances or your posts. You were even quite active on social networks.

 When Tom couldn't rehearse indoors, you would sometimes follow him wherever you could. So you rehearsed everywhere: on film sets, in the rehearsal room, at his place. You were snuggled up on the couch in Tom's trailer while he was filming. You waited for him to come back for a break so you can practice a bit between takes. There were still a few reshoots to do on the last Spider-Man before its release. you were browsing old videos of your performances to give you ideas to add to your new choreography. You were not yet satisfied with the one you had built earlier this week..The door swung open to find Tom, staring at his phone as you jumped out of the couch.

 “Hey love, did you see this?”

“Jesus, Tom, you scared me! No, what should I have seen?” you asked, unaware about he’s talking about.

“Look at my Instagram”

 A few days ago you and Tom stopped by his parents' house to recharge your batteries. It was his grandfather's birthday and you were amazed to see him so close to his family. It was so important to him and you appreciate it. His brother Harry then took a snapshot of you two and Tom posted it on his Instagram to thank his fans for their support. You met his almost full family - apparently one of his brothers was in Scotland and couldn't get back in time. His mother was the most caring you have ever met; she was so sweet to you that your heart instantly melted. You were greeted as if you were part of the family and that had moved you.

 You pulled out your phone to look at the comment section under his post and you did indeed notice how the topic turned to your alleged relationship.

 "Oh my god, your parents liked your post ... that means you're going to marry me" you joked.

"Are you kidding? Don't you know you're already pregnant?"

"How did you know? I wanted to tell you during the next prime" you outbid

 You and Tom laughed at your antics, he sat at the end of the sofa, putting his feet on your thighs. After a few seconds of silence, Tom smiles tenderly at you, looking at you with soft eyes.

 “But it's true. They liked you. I mean, my parents like you.”

“Thank you. I love them too. Your mom is so adorable, protective yet adorable.”

“She would like to work with you on a photoshoot. She told me your face was so soft she wanted to capture this.”

“Is that a way of telling me I'm pretty, Thomas?”

 If you only knew. But in truth, he thought you were beautiful. He had been following the shows since your first appearance. He already had a whole mental picture of you and what you seemed to be in life ... and participating in that season, he had learned that everything he had imagined was a far cry from who you were. You were much better: much more beautiful in person, naturally, much funnier, much more energetic, much softer. And you smelled good ... even when you had been sweating for two hours from dancing with him.

 “you’re always pretty, y/n”

 Your cheeks warmed up; you felt the blood rush all over your face. Your eyes rested on his ankles, which themselves rested on your legs. You bit your lip, touched by the compliment. Tom moved from the couch to get closer to you. He reached for your chin, but before he could touch you, the door opened on Harry who told him he had to go back and turn because there had been a problem with the lighting. That day, you felt your heart race but you never spoke of this moment which could seem quite innocent and harmless.

The rehearsals are linked and your complicity visibly grew as it was obvious that your friendship was drawing towards romance. But you were both far too oblivious to realize it. But it was in moments of laughter and sharing that you came to doubt the nature of your relationship. And the more the weeks went by, the more you really enjoyed Tom's company.

 "Stick your side of your pelvis against my butt."

"what ... what?"

"Stick. The side Of. Your. Pelvis. Against. My. butt, Tom." you repeated laughing.

 You were amused by the brunette's dismay; his cheeks were flushed and his stutter was adorable. Although he could be cheeky, like on your instagram post, simple little things like this unsettled him. You've pushed your butt out to the side of his pelvis, not quite in the center of his crotch. You needed him to understand the need for that closeness along with establishing some distance. You needed him to understand the movement. So, you stuck to him, your right hand on Tom's lower back while your left-hand pressed Tom's against your lower stomach to maintain the position. He yelped slightly in surprise and you laughed again.

 "There. I need you to be close to me to do the shadow reverse rolls"

“O-Okay.”

 You started your hip and knee movement against him explaining how to follow. Step by step, you introduced the move but you could see that Tom was insecure. You perceive it over and over again. But you couldn't deny it, the tension between you two was palpable and that's what kept you from that figure. You had to admit that you had always found Tom very handsome, he had always sent you a positive image of him. By getting to know him through this adventure, you really appreciated the man. Sometimes - after two or three glasses of red wine at the end of the evening, alone in your apartment - to imagine his chocolate eyes sweeping your body, to feel his hands on your skin, exploring more than the touch of a simple choreography. There were too many things left unsaid. Too many repressed feelings. But you didn't say anything about it. On the contrary, you have taken the budding feelings for your dance partner even further. It was unprofessional. That week you really worked hard. But something was wrong.

  The samba was not in itself a disaster but it was not your best performance. In truth, it's even the first time you were actually in danger on the show. Behind the scenes, you tried to calm Tom who was freaking down. You used his own advice against him: turn your nerves into excitement.

 “Tom, it’s going to be okay. We can do this. I’m proud of you. We can do this okay?” you tried to comfort him.

“I’m so sorry I failed our dance.”

“You haven’t. It’s okay. Tom, I’m so proud. I’m so proud to have you. I’m so proud to have met you. You’re incredible, okay? You’re the best partner I ever had…I’m so proud of you.”

 Your hands caressed his temples, at the base of his hair, your thumbs passed below his eyes to soothe him. Instinctively, you kissed his forehead, nose, cheeks, continuing your comforting words. And it seemed to work cause your second chance was awesome. You were saved by the public and you jumped into his arms. Your hands grabbed Tom’s face for a moment and you kissed both his cheeks with way too much enthusiasm that your lips almost touched. Tom then buried his face in your neck, hidden by your loose hair. He would be lying if he said he didn't want you to actually kiss him. Well, not exactly. He wanted to kiss you; he was craving it every time he walked into the rehearsal room. But he didn't want your first kiss to be on TV in front of millions of viewers. His stomach twisted with emotion. Was it possible that you felt something for him or was it just awkwardness due to your infatuation?

 Oddly enough, all that damn tension kinda evaporated when you did your paso doble the following week. It wasn't until week eight, a few steps from the final, that everything really changed: Argentine tango week.  

 With his glass of protein smoothie hanging in front of his lips, Harrison watched the scene unfolding in the garden with very conflicting emotions. Tom pulled you back to his body with such ferocity, your leg almost to his shoulder as his hand slid down your ankle to throw your leg back. The brunette then spun you around before grabbing your wrists with both hands, a dominant position for a technical move.

 "Hey mate, do you want to..."

 Tuwaine stopped in his tracks when he saw his blond friend totally overshadowed by the scene. He let out a hoarse laugh that brought Harrison out of his reverie.

 "Dude, I never thought watching my best friend dancing a tango could trigger something in me. I'm going at Gracie's." he complained with a sigh

"Do you think they fucked?" Tuwaine asked.

"If they haven't yet, they definitely need it ... look at this ..."

 Harry walked into the room too, controller in hand, before he even spoke, he followed his friends' gaze to see you and his brother repeating over and over again. Tom was now carrying you at arm's length before letting go of you with a little push. The three friends said "Shit" in sync of anticipation before seeing the brunette catch you in his arms like a bride, in a very controlled manner. Tom then put you back on the ground and you continued your movements until he stopped you again, your back against his chest, his hands all over your body in an artistic and sensual spectacle. The expressions on your faces truly reflected an inner struggle. You could feel the consuming passion between the two of you just looking at you and it was hard to deduce if you were acting for the storytelling aspect of the dance or if you were being sincere.

 "Damn ... If I have to go through this sexual tension between these two again, I think I'm going to go and isolate myself at mom and dad’s."

 On your side, you were so caught up in your rehearsal that you didn't notice your audience. At the end of the dance, you were both out of breath, your noses were touching, your eyes were on fire. If you had to listen to your heart, this was the perfect time to break the tension and kiss it and Tom seemed to be thinking the same as his eyes vacated from your eyes to your lips.

 "It was perfect, Tom. Perfect." You finally said.

 This little sentence allowed the actor to refocus and move away from you, reluctantly.

 "Yeah ... You have to repeat that lift again ... you know, the one where you spin on the floor"

 You can see exactly what figure he was talking about. It was quite difficult, indeed, and it was impossible to perform this stunt in Tom's cobbled garden, unless you wanted to tear your blank to shreds. You let out a little laugh and nod your head.

 "By the way, mom wants us to go for brunch."

"With pleasure. May I ... take a shower first?"

 The question seemed to throw off and he shook his head before inviting you inside to show you the bathroom. As you walked through the glass door, you felt three pairs of eyes on you and your heart began to beat with anxiety. Did Tom's friends sense the tension between you? Seeing the blond' smirk, it seems so. You went upstairs and locked yourself in the room as soon as Tom showed you which door it was. The brunette moved into the living room where his friends had started a fifa - and apparently Harrison had decided to stay -. It was Tuwaine who noticed the actor first and took the initiative to tease him.

 "No need to subscribe to Pornhub anymore ... you guys are hot." Tuwaine joked.

"Yeah man… no way you weren't fantasizing about her." Harrison added

 Tom's ears were as red as his cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He rested his elbows on his knees, burying his head in his hands which were slipping through his hair.

 "To be honest, she's driving me crazy. I don't even know how to take the first step towards her"

"Hmm ... kiss her, dumbass," Harry said, exasperated.

"I can't kiss her like this, unprecedented"

"Unprecedented? Are you kidding me? You're not going to tell me that you don't have a single chance to kiss her as your both bodies burn with sexual tension every time you dance together." his brother stormed sarcastically.

 But to Tom, it seemed so sudden. He knew he was thinking too much, that he just had to ... seize the opportunity as soon as it presented itself. But there was so much at stake: his friendship with you - but was this complicity really friendship? Would he lose you if you didn't feel the same? What about the competition? You were about to go to the semi-finals, if you made it that primetime. Was he ready to start a relationship with you? Would he know how to manage his jealousy in the face of you, being close to your future dance partners?

 On your side, you heaved a sigh of relief at the contact of the hot water. The soapy water wiped the sweat off your skin but the knot in your lower abdomen was still there. The tension that had accumulated between Tom and you, especially during this tango, was becoming too heavy to bear, it was becoming unbearable. You still felt like you had his hands all over you, and your own hands soaping you didn't get rid of the burn from his touch. You threw your head back against the tile in the shower. You weren't going to get rid of the feeling like that, with nothing to do but you were at Tom's, and by the greatest of luck, it was his shower gel that you had used. You smelled like him, still felt like his fingers were stroking your skin. Your dominant hand slid down your stomach as you bite your lip. No. No you couldn't. Once again, you were at Tom's. There were people downstairs. But you were in need and your hand ventured lower still. Your index finger began to go around your clitoris, you closed your eyes to take advantage of the moment. Softly you slipped between your folds in a weak moan. You were trying as best you could to be as quiet as possible, your free hand running through your hair, down your neck, caressing your collarbone and then your boobs. You inserted a finger inside you and a louder sigh escaped your throat. It was so good. You picked up the pace with your fingers, hitting as hard and as far as you could. Your hand came to tighten against your throat as your thumb stroked your lip, representing Tom's hand instead of yours. It was so easy to imagine the brunette with you, his scent was everywhere and you almost had the feeling of feeling his breath on your neck. But you had the feeling of "not enough". Reluctantly, you released your hand from your throat and fumbled to grab the shower head to bring it in front of your private parts. The pressure and temperature took you deeper into your dizziness and your fingers kicked even harder until you felt your legs shaking. Tom's name slipped from your lips as you let go. What you didn't know was that Tom was right behind the door, ready to knock to tell you that he was going to have to leave for brunch soon. Everything then happened so quickly. As soon as I got out of the shower, it was time to go to Tom's parents. At no time has this unconsciously shared secret been put on the table. No opportunities actually presented themselves. Then the repetitions started again, again and again ... until the evening of your elimination.

  You would have liked to have won. Honestly, you thought you were going to win but your opponents were formidable. The final was very complicated. Several dances, including the Charleston that you did at the start of the adventure. You were proud of your journey. And even though you hadn't won, you had decided to celebrate the occasion with the team, celebrating the winners. After a few drinks, you headed to a London pub with Tom's close friends. You were so proud of him, so happy to have lived this show and to have made it to the final. But the melancholy and sadness gnawed at you a bit. What would happen afterwards? You were comfortably installed in a box with Tom by your side. You were alone, apart. His brother, Harry and his friends were at the back of the room, screaming a rock song while dancing, beer in hand. You were both euphoric but the tension was still palpable. But alcohol seemed to suppress inhibitions. One of Tom's hands was on the bottom of your thigh as he turned to face you.

  "Fuck! That was so crazy."

"Fuck, yeah!" you said back

"You know ... even if we didn't win ... I'm happy"

 You wanted to speak but Tom grabbed your cheek in his other hand, his gaze burning. His thumb stroked your cheek. You swallowed hard while admiring his chocolate eyes. You could feel your heart rate speeding up. Fuck how you wanted to swallow his finger and lick it. You had dreamed so much about his hands and you were obsessed with his touch. His hands were so warm, soft but you could feel he knew how to work with them. His hands weren't delicate, they were manly, in their own way. You could admire the veins in his arms and it twisted your lower abdomen. It was sexy. Your mind was sending you images of Tom pinning you against a wall, mattress, table, his veins drawn across his arms as his body swept back and forth against you. You swallow hard again as Tom continued to speak.

 "Let me finish. I'm happy because, even if we didn't win ... I won everything ... I met you ..."

"Tom ..." you tried to speak, but what were you going to say? You didn't know it yourself

"And I'm a jerk."

“Tom…”

“I’m a fucking jerk because I wanted to kiss you so many times but I never had the balls to do it. And god knows I've been craving it for a while.”

 Your heart exploded just like your lower abdomen contracted. One more word, one more touch and you could completely let go in this moment. He didn't seem to realize how mutual it was.

 “And I heard you…” he continued.

"what?"

"In the shower last week ... you said my name. I couldn't take you out of my thoughts that night. I kept… I kept imagining that sweet sound and what it could be if it was me who really makes you these things"

 You were in a bit of shock. First, Tom confessed to you that he was attracted to you, now you learned that he had heard you. Your body reacted before your mind. You passed your thigh over his legs to straddle him. Your lips moved closer to him; you were determined. To hell with the people around you, to hell with hesitation, you wanted him, so bad.

 "Damn, kiss me already."

 The fire in Tom's eyes sparkled his gaze, you could first see a hint of incomprehension there before you saw the desire in it. You bit your lip as your pelvis sank against Tom's crotch to signal your approval. It melted on your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands were all over you again; your legs, your kidneys, your back. Your teeth rattled at times from the eagerness of the kiss, but it was so good, almost as hot as your tango. You needed to feel it against you, to release that tension. Your hands were in his hair, pulling lightly at the roots. Tom groaned in the kiss.

 "Let's go to your place ..." you whispered in his ear.

You've never been so quick to leave a bar, or even get to Tom's. The door barely slammed as he slammed you against the wall, both of his hands gripping your thighs as you jumped up to wrap yourself around him. You let out a moan when you felt its bulge against you.

 "Wait…" Tom stepped back slightly.

"Tom ..." you complained.

"No ... no ... I want you to know that I really appreciate you. Not ... just physically."

"Damn, me too Tom, but if you don't fuck me now I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

 The brunette let out a small laugh before carrying you to his room where he laid you on the bed with a little too much enthusiasm. You yelled slightly in surprise as Tom hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head. You had seen him shirtless before but it was even more beautiful when you knew it was more intimate. It was quite intimidating and at the same time, you didn't feel the need to talk. Tom kissed you again, more tenderly, deflecting onto your neck, his hands sliding under your top to touch your already too sensitive skin. You moaned his name as your own hands caressed his shoulders, his back. The heat in your crotch choked your whole body. Tom's fingers wandered over the zipper of your jeans, he gave you a look for your consent and you just nodded. You eagerly helped him remove your pants, surprising it slightly when your underwear fell off at the same time. You gave him a naughty smile that the brunette returned to you. You then remove your top so that he can admire your breasts still shapely by your bra.

 "Damn, you're beautiful," he huffed, desire burning in his eyes.

 You kissed him as you lay down on the bed again. Tom's hands began to caress your skin again, his thumbs applying light pressure to the inside of your thighs and you were opening your legs almost instinctively. His fingers began to roam your privacy, sliding between your folds. You threw your head back against the pillow not without noticing the smirk he had on his face.

 "You are so wet ... are you impatient?"

"Fuck ..."

 Tom kept playing with your labia to reach for the clit, you moaned at his touch and it only made him smile more. He started drawing circles against your sensitive button, sometimes rolling it between those fingers to alternate between his index finger and thumb. Your legs were contracting with each little wave of pleasure. Tom reveled in the sight beneath him and his erection grew bigger and more uncomfortable, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to see you collapse under him, feel you lose your mind just by his touch. He slipped a finger inside you enjoying the soft sound of your moan before starting to pump in a steady rhythm. You already felt a first orgasm rising, your nerves slowly loosening. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sexual tension you had tried to suppress too great and the mere touch of Tom was driving you crazy. You weren't going to last long, you had been waiting for this moment too long to enjoy a long, sultry fuck. It was too much for Tom, he needed you to touch him. He then unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled his pants down below his buttocks. You caught his signal and then your hand grabbed his hard cock. You started to pump, letting Tom growl in pleasure, letting out a few curses. The feel of your fingers on his dick was divine, the pressure all the more pleasant but it just didn't seem enough.As Tom added a second finger, you moaned louder, slightly complaining.

 "Tom ..." you moaned.

"What is it, love." he asked, in a naughty tone

"More."

"More?"

"I want more ... please."

"Tell me what you want ... use your words my pretty girl"

"You ... I want you inside me, please."

 He could have played you motherfuckers and said he was already inside you, but he wanted you just as much right now as you wanted him. Tom kissed you fervently then leaned over to his nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. You were under birth control but you like the fact that it protects itself as well. He placed the condom on his hard member and positioned himself at your entrance.

 "We can stop at any time."

"Tom, fuck me."

“Your desires are my orders, love.”

 When he sank into you, you both let out a full moan. It was so good. After a few seconds of adaptation, Tom started to move at a steady pace. You circled his shoulders with your arms, stroking his skin with your fingers as you moved your pelvis trying to find a rhythm.

 "Fuck, y/n. You're so tight"

 You moaned at the sound of your name and Tom knocked a little harder, farther, just over your G spot. Another moan rang out in the room and your fingernails started to scratch Tom's back. He picked up the pace, restraining himself from moaning your name over and over again, to no avail. You felt a new wave of pleasure, even more powerful than the previous ones, and one of your hands caught on the base of her hair.

 "I'm going to cum ..."

"That's it, baby ... cum for me."

 Tom wasn't far either, one of his hands grabbed his headboard to stabilize his pace as he held you by the hip. His punches were faster, more powerful. Your eyes fell on his arm, contracted, his veins drawn as he hammered you. Your orgasm exploded out of your throat and you squeezed yourself around his cock. Tom had to catch up on your hip, repositioning both of his hands on your body as the sensation of you collapsing plunged him into his own orgasm, moaning your name in unison with you moaning his. He collapsed on the bed, rolling next to you before removing the condom, tying a knot, and throwing it to the floor, mentally noting to throw it in the trash later. You approached him and put your hand on his chest, slightly shiny. You kissed his skin tenderly, gently recovering from your emotions. Tom ran his hand over your head, stroking your hair.

 "I'm so glad I was on this show. I never would have met you if I hadn't." he entrusted you tenderly.

"I'm glad you were on this show too." you smiled at him.

"I like you, y/n y/l/n"

"I like you too, tom holland."

 You both laughed a little. Tom leaned over you and kissed you. He might not have won dancing with the stars. Maybe he hadn't brought home a trophy. But he had you ... and it was way better than anything he had hoped for.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader

[davidmann95]

So… that Superman and the Authority preview. Thoughts?

Grant Morrison: Superman's genuinely made the world a little better, right?

Grant Morrison, writing Superman and The Authority: lol as fuckin' if you chump

Grant Morrison, continuing to write Superman and The Authority: ...okay but what if he COULD still tho

* First note past the OOF of that caption: Ben Day dots! The typically most cliché signifier of 'hey this is like old comics' transformed by being made so near-invisibly small by Jordie Bellaire that they're texturing the page.

* Clearly a product of the original 5G plans, I'd assumed the new explanation for Superman meeting with Kennedy would be the post-Death Metal "everyone remembers everything, it all counts!" idea, but between Superman maybe operating in secret in 1963 depending on how you read that first line and the moon landing seemingly happening earlier this looks to be a full on alt-history. Between that and Superman on October's cover of Action rocking his conventional look alongside the Authority this does seem to be an alternate version of Superman after all rather than the mainline even if it'll tie directly in; I'm fine with that since it'll help this stand on its own as a perennial. Oh god though, is this the Linearverse? Was that Generations book one last mediocre Morrison tie-in setup?

* The both earnest and tragic connotations are clear but I'm simply happy for Superman's good nickname to see some use.

* Anonymous asked: So, I'm NOT an American, but seeing the preview for SatA, I kinda roll my eyes at JFK there. I understand in America there is this mythology about him being so radical and going bring better tomorrow until he was denied to you, which doesn't really match the reality, where he was a cold warrior with reportedly little interest in domestic policy who's sucessor was actually very similar and consistent with his politics (more civil rights, more troops Vietnam). What do you think?

Fair, but besides Morrison's comments in the interview and the ways the Cold War shaped their childhood (as a non-American) as evidence that we're not meant to take this at face value as 'Aw, everything would've been perfect if not for that one thing going wrong', that comment on the JSA is charged. The President waxing rhapsodic about "mak(ing) a difference where the law couldn't" feels just as pointed as "Those poor, poor rich people" in their and Burnham's Detective #26.

* "I want you to stand tall, to end war itself and take us to the stars." "I'll see what I can do, sir." MORRISON PLEASE IGNORE YOUR BEST INSTINCTS AND NEVER STOP WRITING CAPE COMICS

* That this so effortlessly and profoundly captures everything Jupiter's Legacy tried and failed to in three pages - the great patriotic caped champion seemingly on the edge of a new Camelot when we know better, the story from there going into how they deal with the fallout of their failures - would be so embarrassing if it wasn't hilarious to see Morrison outclass the old kid sidekick yet again. Speaking of some Millar-ness, kudos to Janin for pulling off a celebrity likeness that doesn't look like a horrifying other-dimensional freak next to the other characters, that's not something that can always be said for his peers.

* While Janin draws his regular Superman face here, the red-and-yellow S shield on the cape, the pronounced barrel chest, and even the hair a bit (and then seeing him on TV in black and white) make me wonder if Superman's supposed to be visually evoking George Reeves just a bit here. An American golden boy with a tumultuous private life who died on the cusp of the 60s of a gunshot wound to the head, with a quick and tidy official explanation but conspiracy theories haunting his memory forever after, the Kennedy comparisons are obvious; I wonder if I'm not reading too much into it and this is all deliberate, or if this is an inadvertent synchronicity of the sort Morrison would conceive of in magical terms.

* Janin killing it with the assassination page, real Department of Truth vibes and managing to make it sudden and horrific without the gloriously obscene detail Quitely got into with the similar scene in Pax Americana.

* The astronauts doing hurdles on the moon is actually a reference to Superman's Mission for President Kennedy! as he gets kids interested in JFK's physical fitness program in the most roundabout fashions available to him, 'roundabout' being his foremost guiding principle at the time:

* The New Frontier and DKR parallels/evocations are obvious, but to me the big point of comparison is Pax Americana with the Hero-King President marshalling the capes in name of a better tomorrow for his nation only to find death and social impotence, the dream exposed as naïve PR in the end.

* Not exactly new information, but seeing this laid out does reinforce to me how much this book covers the sweep of the development of the superheroic idea through the lens of Superman, from the vigilantes (both the JSA and Superman returning to short sleeves) to the triumphant American science royalty to the post-traumatic superfolks trying to make good on all those lost promises and, at the beginning of this, a generation that has essentially failed (not only Superman, but clearly in his half of the preview Manchester Black isn't exactly the force he once was, and apparently Midnighter and Apollo at the beginning of this are semi-retired and think they've wasted their lives after the original Authority failed to make a difference) and what comes now after that failure. That Morrison can tackle this directly with Superman is probably corporately allowed with Jon being there as a more 'ideal' iconic model, and for Morrison personally because they can do their own purified take on the archetype with Klaus, so they can get into the muck of things here in a way they couldn't when trying to do a platonic vision or a new-and-improved model.

#Superman and The Authority #Superman #Grant Morrison #Mikel Janin #Jordie Bellaire #Opinion

[taleofharrison]

The One | Calum Hood

Summary: Calum tells the story of how you knew you were the one while you talk about your movie and he talks about his fifth album.

Warnings: A flashback with italics and Tom Holland as a guest (he’s mentioned once)

Requested: nope just wanted to write something wher Tom and 5sos are friends.

Word Count: 943

A/N: Just a blurb living in my fantasy world where my comfort celebrities know each other.

MASTERLIST HERE

“From the new movie Runaway and from 5 Seconds of Summer please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Calum Hood!” James Corden announced.

This would be the first interview without any of your castmates and the first one for Calum without any of his bandmates this time the stars aligned and 5SOS released their fifth studio album and your movie came out almost at the same time meaning his label and your PR team would use your relationship and get as much juice out of it as possible and while you and Calum hated the way your relationship was used for clout or promo sometimes you guys wouldn’t say no to an interview together.

“Y/N your movie is doing great in the box office right now, Calum your band just earned another number one album, and you are also engaged” the crowd cheered with James’ words “you really are the definition of power couple, aren’t you?”

“Well, what can I say?” Calum shrugged “I hit jack pot when I met her.”

He grabbed your hand and kissed it making you giggle.

“Now let’s talk about your movie where you share screen with the one and only Tom Holland care to share about that experience?” James moved on with the interview.

“It was a pleasure working with him he really puts a lot of himself in his craft and I think we both learned a lot from each other since a lot of the scenes were so intense to shoot sometimes. We had each other’s backs all the time” you answered.

“Now was it difficult to find the chemistry?” he inquired again. Calum might have known where this was going to, so he chuckled.

“The moment we met we started hanging out way before shooting our characters only have each other and while they are not the best friends at the beginning, they grow to like each other and form a pretty solid friendship” you spoke not really giving that much away.

“It seems like you formed a pretty strong bond outside silver screen” he said, “so strong that Tom became your fiancé’s new best friend.”

James pulled out a screenshot from under his desk it was from Luke’s Instagram. The photo was of Calum and Tom both clearly wasted and the caption saying I think I’ve been replaced.

The audience laughed with James and Calum while you just face palmed yourself.

“Honestly sometimes it felt like the ones who had to bond for a movie were them not me and Tom” you joked playfully rolling your eyes which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Calum “I was third wheeling most of the time.”

With one last chuckle James moved on to Calum “and about your album how does it feel to come back with your fifth album and still hitting number one?”

“It still feels surreal to be honest” he replied, “the fans are crazy some of them been supporting us for 10 years some for a few months, but they seem to connect a lot with us, and our music and they are so passionate and supporting of us, we’re so grateful.”

“This time you guys released a ballad for a lead single why?”

“It was a bold choice but since the four of us are in strong relationships now and that was a love song, we felt the strongest song was that one and we followed our gut” Calum explained looking at you, clearly you had been his inspiration.

“And may I ask you how you knew she was the one?”

Saying ‘when I met her’ was cliché Calum knew that and there was a more special moment which made him think ‘holy shit she’s the one’ so he went for that one.

Another tour, another late-night flight, and another jet lag. Nothing new in his life it had been his life since he turned 16-17, he doesn’t even remember and while Calum loved the fans and being on stage, he couldn’t lie he was glad he was at home again with Duke and with you.

Your relationship with Calum was just a couple months old when he had to leave for a world tour, and he had been so nervous to ask you to stay at his house every now and then and to take care of Duke you accepted of course you wouldn’t leave his poor dog alone.

When Calum stepped into his bedroom, he saw you sleeping in one of his hoodies with Duke cuddled to your stomach.

“It was in that moment when it hit me and I realized how much effort she put into the long-distance thing and appreciated when she convinced the studio to let her go for a couple to Europe with me” he said, “it was then when I knew that I love her even though our relationship was just a couple months old.”

“And Y/N did you have a moment like that too?” James asked while the public awed at his story.

“Uhm not really” you said “I guess when I managed to get some time off from shutting just so I could visit him was when I realized that I would anything for him. I guess it was sixth sense telling me that I shouldn’t let him go, that I couldn’t let him go and that’s why I was so invested in it and to make it work, I just wasn’t doing it consciously back then.”

“That just sounds like you’re soulmates” James said while you and Calum smiled at each other “we’ll be right back to play spill your guts or fill your guts with Calum Hood and Y/N Y/L/N”

#5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurb #5sos blurbs #calum hood imagine #calum hood imagines #calum hood blurb #calum hood blurbs #5sos fluff #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Observation Skills - Part Two Lindsey Horan x Reader

Lindsey is really starting to like her new gym. 

Lindsey was anxious the entire drive to the gym the next morning. She was eager to see the other blonde, but also incredibly nervous at the prospect of speaking with her like her and Sonnett had talked about the day before.

Once she arrived at the gym, she sat in the car for a couple minutes to settler herself. Talking a deep breath, she walked in to see Sara setting up weight on one of the squats racks, headphones in, head bobbing to the song playing. Lindsey paused and watched for a second, Sara lifted her head, making eye contact. The midfielder blushed at being caught, giving the blonde trainer a shy smile and wave. To which Sara returned before going back to her own workout.

‘Hey Linds, ready?” Sean asked as he approached her.

“You bet,” the blonde replied as the two made their way to the turf to begin warming up.

Lindsey glanced toward the other blonde, again just as Sara lifted her head, making eye contact. Anxious at being caught looking, Lindsey quickly looked away.

The workout seemed to drag on that morning. Somehow Lindsey felt both completely focused and utterly distracted; focused because she wanted to impressed Sara, but so distracted by the physical strength she displayed. Every time Lindsey glanced towards the blonde, she was mesmerized by the strain of her shirt as her muscled flexed against it.

“You remember I’m gone the rest of this week, right?” Sean asked, bringing Lindsey out of her focus on Sara. “I talked to Sara, she’s here, said she’s left her mornings clear and is cool to train you if you want.”

“Oh yea, I totally forgot. I am good with whatever,” Lindsey replied, panicking at the thought of training with the woman she had a newfound interest in. The opportunity to spend time with her excited Lindsey, but the thought of potentially exploring these unexpected feelings.

“Sounds good, let me know and I’ll give Sara a heads up. Great work today, good luck with blondie If you decide to train with her,” Sean winked as they walked to the front of the gym, “Sara is great to train with, seriously, you guys will get along great.”

“Yea, she seems pretty cool, I’ll think about it,” Lindsey replied, scanning the gym for one last glance of the other blonde.

With a wave, Lindsey walked out the gym, immediately pulling her phone out to phone Emily.

“What’s up lady killer?” Emily picked up on the first ring.

“I immediately regret calling you,” Lindsey replied with an eye roll, but instantly feeling her anxiety lessen.

“Don’t leave me hanging Linessi! How did it go? Did you talk to her? Get her number?” Sonnett started rattling off questions.

“Slow down Disanni! I don’t know how it went, good I think, I might train with her the rest of the week. I didn’t talk to her, but I smiled and waved, that must count for something. I’m still too nervous to do more than wave at her, so no, I definitely didn’t get her number,” Lindsey replied, rolling her eyes at herself.

She was an adult, she wasn’t in high school, she did not have crushes. Right?

“How do you not know if you’re training with her? This is perfect! You will have an entire hour of her full attention! An hour of potential flirting!” Emily exclaimed, exasperated.

Emily had a point. Lindsey would finally have the chance to do more than just smile and wave from across the gym. Maybe she would finally be able to figure out what this sudden infatuation with Sara was.

“I hate to say it Sonny, but you have a point,” Lindsey replied with a sigh.

“Of course I am right Linds! I would never lead you astray!” Sonnett commented with mirth in her tone, “seriously though, I would never encourage you to anything that could hurt you. There is no harm in just training with her for a couple days. Worst that happens you guys don’t get along and never train together again. Best case scenario, you hit it off and we start bridesmaid dress shopping,” the exuberant blonde finished in a caring tone.

Lindsey pulled into her spot at her condo, shifted her car into park, and leaned her head against the steering wheel with a groan, “why is this so hard?”

“This isn’t hard Lindsey,” Emily chastised, Lindsey could hear the eye roll through the phone, “You are going to stop over thinking this. You are going to train with her like you have with several other trainers. You are going to talk to her like you have hundreds of other people. Stop being a dramatic high school cliché.”

Lindsey stayed quiet for a second to consider what Sonnett said. She was being dramatic; she had met this woman officially two days ago. There was no reason to be this worked up.

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“You love me. Now, get the fuck out of your head, tell them you’ll train with her tomorrow. This chick would be crazy not to be interested in you Linds. I’m just getting to my training but let me know how it goes tomorrow or if you need more stellar Emily Sonnett advice.”

“Thanks Sonny, I appreciate the pep talk. I’ll talk to you later.”

Lindsey made her way out of the car and into her condo, texting Sean she would be interested in training with blonde trainer if the option was still available.

Sean immediately replied confirming it was and that he would let Sara know, quickly followed up a second message including the contact information of said blonde trainer and the caption “in case you need it”. Shooting Lindseys anxiety right back up.  What the fuck was she supposed to do with that?

Sending a quick thanks to back to Sean, Lindsey flopped on the couch with a groan. So much for not overthinking.

Much Like the morning before, Lindsey drove to the gym jittery with anxiety. She had no idea what to expect from working out with the blonde trainer.

She took a deep breath before making her way into the gym, quickly spotting Sara laying on the turf stretching, a large white and brown spread out next her.

Lindsey slowly made her way towards her, willing herself to not trip or make a fool of herself before the workout even began. The dog shifting to standing up as she got closer, Sara stood with the dog, rubbing her hand along its side.

“Morning Lindsey!” Sara began, far too awake for how early it was, “so, Sean gave me your program, looks good, we have some lighter lifts today and then some cardio. We’ll get started with the warmup; you can do whatever you want. I’m going to put this guy in my office, and I’ll be right back.”

Lindsey stopped her before she gets anywhere with the large dog, thankful for a possible buffer. But also cursing the universe for somehow making this gorgeous blonde, somehow more attractive.

“I love dogs! He’s more than welcome to stay out here with us if you want.”

“You sure?” Sara confirmed, “he super chill and will just follow us around anyway.”

“Absolutely!” Lindsey said, as she bent down to greet the dog, raising her hand for him to smell.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” Sara confirmed one more time, at getting a nod from Lindsey, “well in that case, Lindsey meet Blaze, Blaze meet Lindsey.”

At that, the large husky sat back down and gently raised his paw to shake.

“Such a gentleman!”

Lindsey chuckled, surprised, but took the offered paw. Giving it two shakes before putting it down and petting the dogs head. Why was she not surprised the the dog shook upon meeting new people? Somehow, that just felt like it matched the blonde.

“Of course! I didn’t raise an unruly little whippersnapper,” Sara said with a giggle, rubbing the dogs sides, “right bub, you’re a good boy.”

“Unruly little whippersnapper? Are you 100?” Lindsey joked with a grin, watching the blonde play with the dog, “and there is nothing little about Blaze.”

“You mock, but you forget who is deciding what we do today,” Sara joked back, pointing at Lindsey.

And with that, the midfielder felt completely at ease around the trainer.

That was how the whole workout went, easy banter and conversation flowing effortlessly. Sara offering advice and assisting Lindsey through the session, always confirming it was alright to touch her beforehand. The large husky always trailing behind, close, but never in the way.

Before Lindsey knew it, they were done and back on the turf stretching, conversation still going, both women with smiles on their faces.

“Great work today Lindsey. I’ve got to go put Blaze in my office before my next client, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Sara trailed off with the question, seeming unsure.

“Absolutely!” Lindsey reassured, “Sean gave me your number, so I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Sounds good, don’t be afraid to use that number anyway,” the blonde said with a smirk and a wink, beginning to walk away, Blaze following.

Lindsey immediately pulled her phone out while she finished stretching and texting Emily.

Linessi: It’s official, I am 13 again with a stupid crush

Disanni: So it went well?!

           Tell me everything!

Linessi: Ugh so well! It was great!!

Lindsey’s phone immediately began to ring, which she quickly ignored in order to talk to Emily in the safety of her car.

Rushing out of the gym, Lindsey gave the other blonde one last smile and wave, feeling much less awkward about it than the say before.

#lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader

[novanekoma]

I miss you

pt 2: here

 ☼ I miss you

☼ tetsuro kuroo x reader

☼ song: Betty by Taylor Swift

☼ summary: main lyric of inspiration: I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you

☼ status: ongoing, maybe? I have an idea of doing one from the reader’s pov, if anyone is interested

☼ genre: angst, teenage love,

☼ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, some slight suggestive themes, hints of cliché moments 

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ disclaimer: haikyuu, the music and any other assets used in this fic, DO NOT belong to me, all credit goes to their respective owners

☼ A/N: So… as I was working on finishing the first part of always you, taylor swift released a new surprise album and I cannot get the song betty out of my head! it just squeezes my heart and is absolutely breathtaking. Especially when I found out that cardigan and august are linked to this song, I immediately got an idea for this fic and I was going back and forth between whether I wanted to write it about bakugo or kuroo, but in the end my main squeeze kuroo won. I hope if you take a chance and read this, that you enjoy it!

Also thank you to all the new followers! I appreciate everyone who has liked and reblogged always you ☼ I will have the first part up soon!

© novanekoma 2020

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"God y/n, I don't know how it happened I- I-"

"Kuroo-"

"Please, you have to know I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know you are, but right now, in this moment, it's just not enough."

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           betty, I won’t make assumptions            about why you switched your homeroom, but            I think it’s cause of me

            Kuroo let out a small sigh, the ticking clock of the classroom echoing louder in his ears as each minute passed. The teacher droned on about something that he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, he was passing with flying colours anyway. Instead, his focus was on the empty desk by the window a row in front of him. A newly empty desk, one that had previously been filled by a certain someone. A memory of you sitting there, turning back to smile at him during class flashed in his mind.

            His hand slipped into his pocket to bring out the photo that had been by his side for the last couple months. The photo was slightly withered, his index finger moving to play with the crease forming at the bottom of the polaroid. A little caption scrawled underneath in your handwriting,  July 13th kuroo x y/n; you with an elated smile across your face as he pressed into your side, an arm thrown around your shoulder as he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. He remembered the way you giggled and the pretty red blush that spread across your cheeks as he stole more kisses from you that day.

          betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard          when I passed your house            it’s like I couldn’t breathe

           The bell was what broke him from his thoughts, the piercing shriek that indicated that class was over, and thankfully so was the school day. Kuroo quickly packed up his things, carefully placing the photo back into his pocket, before slinging his bag over his shoulder. He tried to leave the class as quick as possible, being one of the first out of the classroom- and his breath caught in his throat once he made it into the hallway. His eyes quickly spotted you coming out of your new classroom, naturally being drawn to where you were. You were laughing at something one of your friends was saying as you exited the classroom, completely missing him, or ignoring him, as you continued down the hallway.

           you heard the rumors from Inez            you can’t believe a word she says           most times, but this time it was true           the worst thing that I ever did           was what I did to you

           His heart clenched as his eyes followed you, memories of you walking down that same hallway with your hand entwined with his as you planned your weekend together flashed through his mind, the little dimples on the apples of your cheeks deepening as you smiled at him was the image he was stuck on as you disappeared around the corner.

           Coming around that same corner was her, memories of secret meetings and tangled bedsheets bubbled up, God what an idiot he had been. He shook his head, hand clenched in anger as he thought back to where it all went wrong. Kuroo quickly turned on his heel before she noticed him and made a break for the gym where volleyball practice was being held.

           Shouts of, “Kuroo!” echoed as he walked into the gym, his team already beginning to warm up as he made his way toward the change rooms. He used to love this place, being here and practicing new plays with the team, but the gym was also where you two went to steal a moment alone together. Memories of stolen kisses and make out sessions locked in the storage room, sweet words and laughter rang through his mind as a familiar warmth that always came with thoughts of you spread through his very soul.

           betty, I know where it all went wrong            your favourite song was playing            I was nowhere to be found            I hate the crowds, you know that            plus, I saw you dance with him

           The memory that hit him the hardest was the moment he almost let you slip away, it happened here in the gym during one of the Nekoma vs. Karasuno practice games where their captain Daichi, started flirting with you. He could recall the exact moment he saw you two together, you were collecting a stray nekoma ball when Daichi caught your attention. Kuroo remembered the way he tensed when he saw the dimpled smile that was usually reserved for him being used on the brunette male as he made you laugh and stood closer to you than Kuroo was comfortable with. Kuroo ran a hand down his face, letting out a deep breath as he shoved open the door to the locker room.

           Tying his volleyball shoes up in the change room was Kenma, his best friend, who was surprisingly on time for practice. As Kuroo got ready for practice, the tactical pudding head scrutinized his best friend.

           “You’re still thinking about y/n.”

           It wasn’t a question, Kenma could already see it in Kuroo’s eyes. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand and there was a hidden anguish in Kuroo’s calculating gaze. The darker haired boy didn’t say anything, which only confirmed the blonde’s statement.

           Kenma sighed, blonde hair falling over his face as he stood, “You fucked up.”

           The older boy harshly put his gym shirt on as a glare was sent Kenma’s way, “I think I fucking know that,” Kuroo spit, not meaning to get so angry with his friend, but god he knew, he fucking knew how much he messed up. Every time he thought about it, all he wanted to do was rip his hair out in the frustration that came along with it.

           There was a moment of silence as the two stared at one another.

           “Now that you’ve processed it, what are you going to do about it?”

           Kuroo sighed, plopping down on one of the benches, his head falling back and hitting the wall behind him as his eyes closed.

           “What the fuck can I do? y/n won’t even look at me, let alone talk to me,” he muttered. Not that he could blame you, if the roles were reversed… he moved an arm to cover his eyes as his heart clenched again. He would not let the tears out here, not before he had to run practice.

           Kuroo felt movement beside him and looked only to confirm that Kenma came to sit next to him.

           “You fucked up, badly, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

           Kuroo laughed scathingly, “Then what kind of person does that make me?” he muttered sarcastically.

           “One that made a mistake,” Kenma started, “One that’s sorry. One that has learned from his huge fuck up, but is about to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away because he's not willing to fight for them.”

           Kuroo didn’t answer, not willing to fight? After what I did, I don’t deserve to.

           Another beat of silence.

           “You know, y/n is throwing a party for all the third years, one last welcome back party since you’re all graduating. ”

           Kuroo peeked an eye out, but all he saw was the blonde boy leaving the change room.

           but if I showed up at your party            would you have me? would you want me?            would you tell to go fuck myself            or lead me to the garden?

           in the garden, would you trust me            if I told you it was just a summer thing?            I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything            but I know I miss you

           The scheming captains thought’s began to circulate, what if… god there were so many. He shook his head, composing himself before leaving the change room; he just missed you so fucking much.

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           Lately, the walk home was always the worst for Kuroo, before you quit being the manager, (which he knew was his fault), this would be a walk you would take together. Kenma lagging behind as he usually did while playing a game as the two of you walked a little bit ahead, laughing and making jokes with one another as you walked hand in hand, stealing a kiss every so often as you paused to cross a street or wait for Kenma to catch up. The pure love and adoration that he would bask in, knowing you saw the same thing reflected in his own gaze.

           Of course, it had to be on this walk where things went wrong.

           I was walking home on broken cobblestones            just thinking of you when she pulled up like            a figment of my worst intention            she said “James, get in, let’s drive” those days turned into nights            slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long

           A different set of lips moving in synch with his, a different pair of hands roaming his form as they tumbled in her sheets. Never going too far, just far enough. Lithe fingers running through his dark hair, tugging on the long strands, moaning his name as he peppered kisses along her neck, the bite marks he left on her skin as she left angry red scratches down his back. The guilt of what he was doing to you pushed further into his mind as she kissed down his chest, leaving her own marks to claim him as hers, even though he belonged to you.

           As he lay on his bed, Kuroo roughly wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. The picture of the two of you clutched to his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. Not stopping the thoughts that infiltrated his mind, the sinful things he did toher when he was supposed to be loving you. They tore it his heart bit by bit as he thought about all the times, each day he allowed himself to sink further into the betrayal. He was just as disgusted with himself now.

           Even with those thoughts, he fucking missed you. The memories he wanted to remember were the ones of you kissing his neck, pressing the sweetest kiss on the spot just under his ear, the one you knew drove him absolutely insane. His hands running down your form, memorizing every curve and dip of your body as you pressed closer to him, arms tightening around his neck as your lips moved in perfect chemistry. The way you would arch into him whenever he pressed a kiss to the center of your collarbone, leaving little love bites as he trailed the skin up to your neck

           Kuroo threw his arm over his eyes again, letting the tears slip out.

           He missed you so fucking much, he missed the way you laughed at his science jokes while you studied together, he missed the way you bit your lip in concentration as you tried to solve a problem and the way you would get so focused you barely processed what was happening around you. He missed the way you held out your hand from him whenever you walked somewhere together, the way your fingers fit perfectly with his. The way you turned red when you walked hand in hand to the gym for practice and the whole team would tease you, no matter how many times it happened. That pretty red blush spreading across your cheeks, your dimples deepening as you smiled up at him, only causing the teasing to get louder when he would lean down to kiss you, because you looked too damn cute not to.

           He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him as you watched movies, the reactions you had when certain scenes flashed across the screen. He missed how the two of you would play games together with Kenma, the way your brow furrowed whenever you tried to make a tarantula island, and the triumphant grin that graced your lips whenever you caught one, your eyes shining as they caught his, practically vibrating with happiness and excitement.

           He missed the way the two of you would just lay together, talking about everything and nothing all at once, you tucked into his side so perfectly as your hands lay together on his chest. Your head tucked under his neck as you talked about the future and all the thing you were going to be and do together. The way you kissed him sweetly and told him to get home safe, watching from your window until he disappeared down the street because you wanted to make sure he was okay walking home.

           A person who is going to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away…  

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

           “You look fine.”  

           Kenma didn’t even look up as he continued to play a game on the switch, his dark eyes trained on the screen. Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, taking one last look in the mirror before looking at the blonde on his bed.

           Kuroo let out a breath, “I’m ready.”

           Was he really about to do this? Today was the day for the welcome back party, Yaku and Kai were already there. They sent text of encouragement and let him know there was a rumor going around that the Karasuno third years would also make an appearance.

           Kenma nodded his head, looking up from his game to meet Kuroo’s eyes, “Then get going.”

          betty, I’m here on your doorstep          and I planned it out for weeks now            but it’s finally sinkin’ in            betty, right now is the last time            I can dream about what happens when            you see my face again

           “Tetsu! Stop!” You were laughing as he brushed his fingers over your waist, tickling your sides and making tears of laughter stream down your face as you tried to push him off.

           “Sorry? Keep going? If you insist,” he teased, digging his hands into your sides even more, causing hysterical laughter to fall from your lips. Your stomach was hurting from laughing so much, your face pink with mirth as you reached up to place your hands on his chest in a weak attempt to push him off. The grin on his face matched yours and when you reached up and swiftly tugged his face forward, successfully stopping his tickling attempts in order to kiss the breath right out of you. Only for you to turn the tables and flip him onto his back.

           “I think I won that round,” you said, grinning proudly down at him as you straddled his waist, knees on either side of him.

           He laughed, “I don’t know kitten, from this position, I think I’m the real winner here,” moving his hands onto your waist and squeezing your hips as if that proved his point.

           Your face immediately went beet red and Kuroo took the time to memorize the expression on your face, the smile you had on despite the blush you were trying to control. He loved when you were flustered, that he could make you feel that way, you were the cutest thing…

           “Tetsu!”

           You laughed against his lips, his arms had snuck around and tugged you down towards him so he could kiss you again.

           “I love you Tetsu”

           “You have my entire heart y/n”

           Each step toward your house, each thought, each memory of you, fueled Kuroo’s resolve. Thoughts of you swirling in his mind, he knew he had to at least try, you meant more to him than he could describe.  

          the only thing I wanna do          is make it up to you

           God, he could imagine it now, the best possible outcome. Apologizing to you, grovelling, explaining and doing everything in his power to show how much he loved you, wanted you. He would do anything and everything in his power to show you that he wanted your forgiveness, that he would work every single day to get your trust back, to earn the right to call you his again. You were worth that, he knew that now more than anything.

           “Hey Tetsu,”

           He hummed his response, arm tightening his hold around your waist as you leaned back in his chest.

           “What do you want to do after graduation?”

           “As long as your there, I don’t care”

           You twisted to give him another dimpled smile, “Sap,” he could hear the love in your teasing tone.

           What he wouldn’t give to be able to go back.

           so I showed up at your party            yeah, I showed up at your party

           He could see your house coming into view, lights on and the faintest sound of music playing through the streets.

           yeah, I showed up at your party            will you have me? will you love me?

           His heart beat faster as he got closer, his mind racing at the thought of all the possibilities of what could happen. His feet carrying him up the path towards the familiar porch where he would kiss you goodbye until he could see you again.

           will you kiss me on the porch          in front of all your stupid friends?            if you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it?            will it patch your broken wings?            I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything            but I know I miss you

           His breath caught in his throat as he reached the door. This was it, there was no turning back. He took a moment to collect himself, breathing, ignoring the music and the people he could clearly hear on the other side of the door. Picturing your face on the other side of the door, running through his apology, again and again, practicing once more what he would say when he saw you. He reached a hand up and pressed the doorbell, the sound vibrating through his nervous form.

         standing in your cardigan          kissin’ in my car again          stopped at a streetlight          you know I miss you…

           “Kuroo?“

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[starkatana]

#BadassJasonPartyIsOver

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary:You and Jason just start dating and the rest of the family finds out.

Cute/fun/fluffy

Note:

Jason has not died and has not become Red Hood yet in this AU

Selina is your godmother. You are the child of Selina’s childhood friend. There is no family relationship between you and Jason even though you live in Wayne Manor. She calls you KitKat a nickname for your hero name: Black Cat.

Inspired by:

@capricornprince118‘s post

@telling-lies-co‘s post

Cass’s Text Section by @fanfic-suspicious-bluejay post

“So, do we tell your family?” you ask. “They’re a bunch of detectives, they can figure it out themselves. What’s going to change between us anyway?” You shrug, “I don’t know.”

The beginning of your relationship felt like the start of any other day. Nothing changed with how you two interacted with each other. You two still went to school with each other every day, you two didn’t treat each other any differently. The public displays of affection; hand-holding, arms around each other, and others didn’t happen until later.

You, Jason, and Roy still hung out as usual. Jason made a post of you three at the beach. Jason asked a stranger to take the picture. The sun was setting in the background, Jason was between you two, Roy had his arm around Jay with a peace sign at the camera, Jason had his arm around you and Roy with a big stupid grin, and you had both arms around Jason trying not to ruin your waffle cone. The picture was cute. Roy went off to grab some food while you sat on the railing of the pier eating your ice cream as Jason stood next to you making a post with the picture:

“Out with my best friend and girl. She really wanted to go to the boardwalk to see the sunset, I thought she was being cliché, but I can never say no to her.” He typed a heart at the end of the caption. Deleted it. Tried a kissy face. Deleted it. Re-read it again and just posted it as a caption.

“Jason.”

“Yeah?” he puts his phone away in his back pocket. Then placing his hand on your thigh, he looks up at you.

“Thanks for this.”

“No problem.” He gives you a soft smile. You smile in return, getting lost in his blue eyes. There was a new sparkle in his eyes. Looking at him, being with him, it made you happy.

You push your hair out of your eyes and your body leans into Jason’s. He rests his head against the front of your shoulder. You place your hand at the nape of his neck, gently running your fingers through his hair. He turns his head and takes a peek at you. You smile at him and stick your tongue out at him.

He lets out a light chuckle, lifting his head, you place a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, while you lean to the opposite side. Slowly your bodies lean into each other, giving in to your bodies’ the magnetism. Sharing your first kiss. Light and sweet, the first of many, forever.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor:

“GRAYSON!” Damian knocks open Dick’s door.

Dick turns around form his computer, “Damian?”

“Explain the meaning of this!” he holds out his phone on Jason’s post. “Are Y/n and Jason in a relationship?”

“I don’t think so. This seems like a pretty average post for them.”

Damian takes his phone and stares at it intently.

“Why?”

“Y/n can do so much better than Todd! I’m her voice of reason so she remembers.”

Dick laugh and ruffled Damian’s hair.

“I’m sure we’d know if they were dating or not, it can’t be that hard to figure out.”

Meanwhile, Selina saw the post and liked it.

“Bruce.”

“Hm?”

“Looks like our Little Wing and KitKat got together.”

“I thought they were together.”

“They’re official, darling.”

“Weren’t they before?”

“Oh, Bruce.” She chuckled, “you’re so lucky you’re cute.”

He winks at her, “And that’s why you like me.”

In the Batcave:

“Look at this.” Duke brought his phone over to Babs.

“Good they finally got together. About time,” she chuckled, “I had an idea when we went to the drive-in the other day, but I’m glad my suspicions are confirmed.”

“I give it about a week before everyone else figures out.”

“A week? I give it two, they are pros at keeping secrets.”

Duke laughed, “It’s a bet.”

After your first kiss, every action you two shared had so much more purpose and meaning behind it. It turned into Jason putting his arm around your waist. Where people began to give you curious looks. Then you two would hold hands when you walked together or even in each other’s company. That’s when people began to question if you two were official or not. One day, after school, before you left for dance practice he kissed you on the cheek in front of Tim and immediately went to the family group chat.

On your train ride to the studio, your phone was blowing up.

-Text conversation below-

Timbo: EXCUSE ME! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF JASON AND Y/N ARE DATING?! DickeryDock: I thought they were acting closer than usual. Baby: Todd with Y/n?! Timbo: Y/n just left for dance and Jason kissed her cheek! Jaybird: Did you guys just figure it out? CassAFass: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! Baby: This isn’t a joke?! The Best Bro: I had suspicions. Babs and I had a bet going on. Baby: HOW LONG?! WE’RE A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES AND IT TOOK US HOW LONG? Stephie: Wait, they weren’t dating this entire time? You: I’m proud of all of you. JayBird: 2-3 weeks? You guys suck.

It was hard to stifle your laughter on the train from the exchange in the family chat. Then you got a tag on Instagram from Tim. It was a blurry picture of what you think is Jason getting tackled by Damian with the caption: “EXCUSE ME! @notjtodd and @yourusername HAVE BEEN DATING FOR WEEKS AND HAVEN’T TOLD ANYONE! Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU BEING FORCED TO DATE HIM?”

You almost miss your stop from how entranced you are with your phone. You like Tim’s post when you are tagged in another post by Babs. Where you and Jason are asleep together in the backseat of the car. It was from when you, Jason, Babs, and Dick were coming back from the drive-in movie together. Your head was on Jason’s shoulder and you two were holding hands. With the caption: “Went on a double date and never even realized they had made their relationship official. We all knew it was going to happen. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Bab’s hashtag sent the Batfam into a flurry of posts.

Roy was first where it was just multiple pictures of you and Jason snuggling in different areas, the couch in the theatre in Wayne Manor, the back of the jeep when up at lookout point, the floor at a dance competition, and another in the hotel they just went on. Not only did all of the pictures feature you two snuggling but Roy was at the forefront of the picture holding up a peace sign with an exasperated look, your third wheel forever. His caption: “Hello, my name is Jason ‘I don’t cuddle’ and ‘We’re just friends’ Todd, I’d like to call bullshit. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Dick’s picture was of you and Jason hugging at your first dance competition in Gotham. “Let’s never forget the time Jason made me turn the car around in the middle of a busy intersection, made me speed across town, and drive to a flower shop so he could buy @yourusername a bouquet of her favorite flowers so he can give them to her after her dance competition. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Damian’s picture was of you “lecturing” Jason in the Wayne dance studio while practicing your dance routine together. “We all knew they were going to get together when Jason learned that dance routine just to impress @yourusername #BadassJasonPartyIsOver (I still think Y/n can do better. You better not fuck this up, Todd.)”

Cass had a slide show for her post. The pictures were of the family’s most recent winter vacation to Bora Bora. The first picture was of Jason sitting across the table from you assume Cass (who took the picture) with his face turned away. The second picture was you walking away with Babs and you were flipping off the camera with a smile. While the last picture was the chicken SpongeBob meme: “Jason: I just like her so much you know. Me – politely listening because I have heard this 100+ times-: I know just tell her that! @yourusername walks up, “Hey, guys.” Jason: “What the hell are you doing here, leave us alone!” Me: *smacks palm against forehead and immediately whips out my phone to take these pictures* Y/n: flips Jason off and with a smirk and walks off. Jason smirks back and waves her off. Me: “What the fuck was that?” Jason: “What? That’s how we show affection.” I had a red mark on my forehead for hours! #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

The last post you saw was Jason’s. It was just a picture of you smiling at the camera with a hand outstretched towards Jason behind the camera. The caption was: “Shut up and let me be cute with my girlfriend.”

The post was small but it was enough. Now your family and everyone in Gotham knew, you and Jason are together.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x oc #dc jason todd x reader #bat brothers #batfam #batfamily imagine #dc jason todd #dc jason todd imagine #dc jason todd x y/n #dc jason todd x you #dc jason todd x oc #dc batfam #dc batman

[insidetheacademy]

Say You Love Me || v

pairings: peter parker x reader (both are 18+!)

summary: y/n settles down in paris and met a new friend! also peter has a surprise

warnings: wet dREAAAMS

gif credits: tomholandd

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

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the flight to Paris was okay except for a baby that was crying super loud. jeez, babies shouldnt be allow to travel you thought to yourself. after you had arrived, you went straight to this beautiful cottage that was apparently the company’s property. you said goodbye and thank you to the taxi driver and took a good look at the house infront of you. this is it, you’re gonna have to spend your time in this house for God knows how long.

you dragged your suitcase in and set it aside. you explored the interior of the house before going to the backyard. it was beautiful. there was a visible river and someone who used to lived here definitely took a good care of it since theres flowers and everything that you had seen in a fairytale. you werent gonna lie, you do feel like you’re a pauper. you took out your phone and captured the photo to upload to your Instagram. you captioned it “la vie en rose”, cliché but you had planned about taking photos and making your captions in french since you got on the airplane.

you head inside to take out all of your paintings essential. you felt inspired just by looking at the view there. you took one of the chair from the garden and sit down and started painting on your easel. you startled when you felt someone tapped your shoulder, you turned around and saw a tall pale man. he looks like he’s from around here.

“hey! y/n right?” he asked smiling wide, you took out your earphone “yeah? and who are you?” you asked confusingly, “Jules? we’re supposed to be working together?” he said trying to refresh your brain but you were still confused. “did they not tell you about me?” Jules asked, you shook your head and said a small sorry. you must have slipped over the email when they said that. you feel so stupid right now,

Jules explained everything and apparently he’s your new roommate. he was supposed to help you do a big painting for Claude Monet. you invited him inside to make a cup of tea for the both of you. “so, where are you from, Jules?” you cusped your teacup, “I live 30 minutes away from here. they wanted me to be here all the time to complete the painting as fast as possible and I couldnt say no,” Jules said.

after an hour and a half of talking with Jules, you really feel right at home with him. you two just met but you really feel a connection between him. you also found out that during his free time, he’s a guitarist and does gigs here and there to make extra pocket money. he said he’s in a band thats called “The Rejects Club” you laughed hard when he told you that because it sounded so high school-ish. but in his defence, he did say that the band formed when they were still in high school.

it was close to dinnertime, you didnt want to eat as you already eat a croissant that you quickly grabbed from the airport but Jules insisted to make cook for the both of you, you couldnt say no when his voice sounded so velvety and is like a warm cup of coffee with marshmallows on top. you were sitting on the couch with the both of your legs on top of the coffee table scrolling through instagram when Peter replied to your story, “how’s Paris so far?” he asked, “it was tiring but tomorrow’s gonna be more tiring,” you said.

whatever Jules was cooking definitely made your stomach growl with anticipation. you werent hungry but whatever he was making definitely made you hungry. you stood up from the couch to look at what Jules was cooking and it was pasta. to be accurate; an aglio olio. it smelled so delicious. you wanted to help so you took out the plates from the cupboard and set it down on the table.

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“you know I love you right?” Peter said his lips nearing yours, you looked into his eyes and nodded. the kissed turned into a passionate and fiery kiss. he had your body against the wall, he was cusping your jaw with his left hand and the other underneath your shirt, you let out a moan and he squeezed tits.

“jump,” he said through the kiss and you obeyed not wanting to destroy the moment that you were having, he sets you down on the silk bed and continues to take of your clothes, he kissed from your collarbones to the place that you needed him the most, “y/n!” someone said, but you were so lost you thought it was Peter that was calling you but the familiar new voice kept coming closer and closer as you woke up.

you woke up with sweat forming on your forehead and your alarm ringing so goddamn loud, “jesus, are you okay?” Jules asked, “what time is it?” you looked around frantically trying to look for the clock, “its 10:30am! we were supposed to leave the house 15 minutes ago, y/n!” your eyes went wide and picked a floral strap dress and a cream coloured turtleneck. you went to the shower without having second thoughts.

you put your clothes on and quickly grabbed your shoes along with a pair of socks and your handbag. you locked the door and ran to Jules’ car. you were breathing heavily as you strapped your seatbelt on. “I can’t believe we’re late!” you said flabbergastedly, “yeah, I know! what time did you even go to bed?” Jules was clearly annoyed. seems like he’s the type of person to arrive right on time.

“I slept right after we had dinner! I don’t know why I couldn’t hear the alarm. God, I feel so stupid” You put your socks on and your shoes. You took out your lipstick and put them on. “Who is Peter, anyway?” Jules asked absentmindedly, you looked at him trying to find out how he knew that name and in hopes that he’s just fucking around but he’s not.

you closed your compact mirror, “he’s a friend of mine,” “a friend, huh?” Jules scoffed, “I didn’t know a friend moans another friend name in their sleep,” your face flushed with red as he said those words. “what the hell, Jules?! I could’ve went days without knowing that you heard me having wet dreams about my friend!” you cover your face in shame. you couldnt believe that he had hear you moaning Peter’s name

“Oh my gosh, I feel like I could just bury myself right here,” you said, “Relax, I’m not going to tell anyone,” Jules said taking your hands into his, giving you a warm smile.

you two had arrived at this building that was filled with paintings but not by those famous painters just paintings by painters that were starting out. “Ah darlings!” you heard a middle aged woman walking towards you with both of her hands wide open, obviously ready to hug the both of us to death.

“you must be Ms y/n!” she cupped your face and kissed your cheeks, what a weird way to greet somebody but thats how it is, “and you must be Jules!” she took a step back and took a good look of you and Jules’ faces. she introduced herself as Mrs. Autry. she walked the both of you around the office and explained about how everything works.

“I am so excited for the two of you to work with us,” she smiles warmly, “let me know if you need anything sweethearts!” she bid her goodbye and went to another direction. you and Jules walked to the nearest café and sat down there. you ordered a frappacino whilst Jules ordered a latte.

every now and then you somehow were reminded of how you dreamed of Peter. not only dreamed of him but in such an inappropriate way. you don’t like him anymore, you just don’t know why he’s haunting you this badly. should you stop being friends with him? it feels so awkward now that you dreamed of him banging you. “so what should we do?” Jules voice brought you back down to earth, you stuttered trying to come up with something.

he could tell by the look in your eyes that theres something wrong, “you know you can tell me anything right, y/n?” Jules said, he’s definitely good in reading someone’s body language. “i wont judge, y/n,” he reassures you, you took a deep breath and let everything out.

everytime you talked he would listen, he’s there for you, always looking into your eyes to keep the conversation going, you also mentioned about how Peter was a dick when he found out you were coming here, Jules said “what a dick, do you want me to punch him if he ever comes here?” Jules offered you then laughed at his attempt trying to make you feel better.

you both went home and went straight to each other’s room because you were so tired. you didnt realised how much walking there was gonna be today. you took out your phone and saw MJ messaged you, “hey!!! I have great news! I’m coming to Paris next month!” you smiled to yourself, woah, did MJ missed you that much already?

you typed back “I know you miss me but you don’t have to, you know?” “Haha, very funny, y/l/n,” you chuckled and asked her “why are you coming here?” a three dots appeared and her response was “I just wanted to go there and experienced a real trip. not like when we get to go there and it was cancelled,” you still remember when the school trip cancelled going to Paris because apparently they got “upgraded” to go to Prague.

you smiled when you remembered thats how you found out Peter was Spider-man. “well, you’re going to love Paris,” you replied to MJ. you also gave her your current home address in Paris so she can visit you! she thought it was a lovely idea.

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“can’t you please to do this for me, MJ?” Peter begged MJ, basically down on his knees. “fine! but if everything went wrong do not blame me!” MJ gave in. Peter was planning to meet you in Paris but he wants it to be a surprise. something you’re going to remember till you’re dead.

Peter have missed you so much and he swore he could go crazy if he couldn’t see your face for another month. Peter was so excited that you gave a thumbs up and that you even gave MJ your address in Paris. he wonders to himself what could go wrong?

“there, I’ve done it, now can you please leave?” MJ crosses her arms, pissed that Peter hadwoken her up in the middle of the night because he couldnt keep it in his pants about his “love” for you. atleast thats what MJ teased him about. he never quite really admit it but MJ could see it and told him that he’s not fooling anybody with those goo goo eyes.

“thank you, MJ. i’ll find a way to repay you. i promise.” Peter said while crouching on her window, “you better, Parker, or you wont see the light of day ever again.” MJ threatens jokingly at Peter. he laughs and there he goes, he shot his webs to another building.

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a/n: hi sorry i know this is short and boring but i have so much on my plate right now but to make it up, I’ll try to post the next chapter tonight or tomorrow! again so SORRY its boring skdjsks but please do leave your thoughts!

say you love me taglist:

@imawkwardandhereweare @canyonmoonspidey @thebadassbitchqueen @thequeenreaders @averyfosterthoughts @a--1--1--3

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #actors

[tu-nina-fresa]

How I Think The Haikyu Boys Would Ask You to Prom...pt 3

Karasunos First Years

Hey y’all how y’all doin lol. Um so if y’all wanna hear my ideas on how the boys from other schools would ask u let me know lol. Hmu with any prompts or ideas. Love y’all💕

Hinata Shoyo

The baby tangerine 🥺🍊

Aww isn’t Hinata just the cutest thing ever🥺

Of course since he’s a human tangerine he had to incorporate it when he asked you

He made Yachi help make a poster that says “ORANGE you glad you got asked to Prom by this CUTIE?”

He would also make a gift box that’s like orange theme! Fanta, Tangerines, Cheetos, just lil cute gifts to go with the theme🧡

I can just picture him tapping you on the shoulder while youre talking to some friends and he’s just standing there with a huge smile on his face☺️ he just makes my heart melt

He 100% post a photo of you guys after getting asked and is posting it everywhere with the caption, “she said yes🥰🧡”

Tobio Kageyama

This dude only loves you, milk, and volleyball

I feel like Kags would be soo nervous and clueless, and would probably go to Hinata for advice 🥛🍊

You would be Karasunos manager and after practice Hinata and Kags ask you to help throw some balls

While you turn around to grab another ball you notice one has sharpie on it

“get SET to have a BALL at PROM - Kageyama” 🏐

When you finally realize what it says you turn back around and see him just standing there with roses and chocolate 💕

Hinata will be fangirling in the corner 🤭👀

Tadashi Yamaguchi

What beautiful strawberry boy🥺🍓

Yes this is another fruit themed one 🤭

I think Yams is secretly really romantic but like the cliché kind of romantic. He definitely has a guilty pleasure of watch trashy romcoms

I think he would ask you to go stargazing with him one night 💫

He’d probably bring lil snacks for u guys to eat

Here is his plan, he’s spent all day preparing you chocolate covered strawberries

He’d have them wrapped in a lil box and make u open them and gets so built of with nerve and excitement he’d blurt, “it would make me BERRY happy if you went to prom with me”

Ahhhh my heart is melting I love him🥰

Kei Tsukishima

Ahhh yess. He is very cute. Mucho cute 👀😍

Cannon Tsuki would probs ask you through a text🤭

Fannon Tsuki is a different story 😏

Would probably make you a Spotify/ music playlist and name it “prom?”

It would have songs that remind him of you or songs that you guys love to jam out to

I think he would want to play it cool so he’ll send it to you without context

While you’re bawling your eyes out to the most romantic gesture this boy is able to muster he is nervously sitting in his room wondering if ur silence means no

“If you didn’t want to go with me you could have just said so instead of leaving me on read 🙄 and don’t tell anyone ab this”

“Shut up dummy I’m listening to my playlist and of course I’m going with you🙄💕”

#tsukishima x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #hq tsukishima #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi fluff #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu yamaguchi #hinata x tobio #haikyuu hinata #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo #hq shoyo #hinata shouyou #kageyama #kegayama tobio #tobio #hq tobio #kags x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n

[joealwyndaily]

Sometimes the best Christmas presents are the ones we don’t think we need; a new Christmas Carol, for instance. Indeed it may be indicative of a certain unappreciated vacancy around the Christmas tree that in discussing the BBC’s new version of the Dickens classic both its director and leading man refer back to The Muppet Christmas Carol made way back in 1992.

“I was sent the script,” admits Nick Murphy, best known for directing the Rebecca Hall ghost movie The Awakening, “and my first thought was, ‘For God’s sake! The Muppets! They nailed it. What’s the point?’ ”

Joe Alwyn, who plays Scrooge’s clerk Bob Cratchit in the BBC three-parter, has meanwhile posted a trailer on Instagram with the caption: “Hard to fill the shoes once worn by Kermit. But I tried.” The self-deprecation was quickly “hearted” by the singer Taylor Swift, who is the actor’s girlfriend and who will be watching the mini-series with Alwyn and his family in London in the final days before Christmas.

There is nothing wrong, of course, with The Muppet Christmas Carol. It is probably in most people’s top three adaptations of Dickens’s masterpiece (alongside, I would say, Alastair Sim’s 1951 version and Scrooged). Its endurance does suggest, however, that it may be time someone did something a bit more serious, a little darker and a touch more grown-up with a tale that excoriated Victorian neglect and associated Christmas with the relief of poverty for ever more.

And this is exactly what Nick Murphy has achieved with a bracingly fresh script by the Peaky Blinders creator Steven Knight. Guy Pearce’s Ebenezer Scrooge is still a “squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner”, but since Pearce is only 52, there is rather less of the old. At the end of the novel, Dickens wrote that “ever afterwards” — that is after Scrooge’s Very Bad Night — “it was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well”. That is rather more of an achievement when, as in this version, you may have 40 Christmases, rather than a couple, left to you.

Equally remade is Cratchit, who in Alwyn’s incarnation is far from the bashfully gulping frog thanking his master for granting him Christmas Day off before scampering back to Miss Piggy’s fleshy arms. Although Alwyn grew a rough beard for the part, his is also the best-looking Bob Cratchit you have seen. As the actor and I talk at the Picturehouse Central cinema in London, I find him as mesmerising off screen as on.

“Bob is trapped by Scrooge,” Alwyn says. “He’s abused by him. He’s not treated fairly. He’s there only because he has to be. He’s treated like shit.”

I’d say there’s a definite feeling in their shared scenes that Bob might just snap and hit Ebenezer over the head with a poker. “That was the intention. He’s at breaking point. He’s pushed right to his limits and Scrooge, I think, relishes winding him up. All Bob can do is hold his ground and fight back as much as he can — but he isn’t such a sap in this version.”

Scrooge and Cratchit’s relationship so much resembles an unhappy marriage that the niggling, bitter exchanges invented by Knight, with very little reference to Dickens’s dialogue, resemble Steptoe and Son rewritten by Strindberg. The easy contrast would have been with the Cratchits’ poor but happy marriage, but this too comes under scrutiny. There is an acknowledgment of the challenges a disabled child can bring to a household, and it is somehow emphasised by Tiny Tim being played by Lenny Rush, an extraordinary young actor, aged ten, who has a rare form of dwarfism called spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia congenita, the same condition as Warwick Davis.

“It really mattered to me that nobody was photo-fit,” Murphy says from a studio where he is dubbing the last episode. “Bob Cratchit is always a winsome, put-upon nice guy and the Cratchits themselves represent this idea of an ideal, working-class, lovely family. So we looked into their relationship on the page and there seems a genuine tension between Bob and his wife. Things are hard. It isn’t easy to have no money and a disabled child, and they lean on each other and they’re not straight with each other and there is a genuine antagonism between them.”

Knight has written into the narrative a family secret that connects the Cratchits to Scrooge. The secret belongs to Mrs Cratchit, played by Vinette Robinson, whose part is greatly expanded; indeed, the novella does not even grant her a first name, although the Muppets, and other adaptors, opted for Emily.

“Inevitably the secret begins to surface and cracks appear in the family,” Alwyn says. “Something has to happen. I think what Steven has done is take the story and drill deeper. He hasn’t taken too much liberty. It’s not bending the truth too much from what Dickens would have wanted. Or I hope not.”

Murphy insists that worthwhile adaptations of classic texts should be “edgy” and have “a good bite to them”. “If you absolutely don’t want any variation from the book then I strongly suggest you sit in a corner at Christmas and read it again. But if you want to see it used as a prism through which we can see a broader and slightly different subject explored, then this one’s for you.”

Alwyn’s performance is part of the iconoclasm. “Joe’s instinct as an actor is always to push away from the obvious and into ambiguity,” Murphy says. “He’s very quietly spoken. He’s not brash at all. He’s a gentle, intelligent guy, but he just simply wasn’t interested in fitting a Dickensian cliché.”

“I’ll take that,” Alwyn says when I pass on the compliment, having not considered his technique in such terms. He is 28 and would probably accept that he is best known for two facts: the first is that he is Taylor Swift’s boyfriend; the second that, aged 25 and with no professional acting experience, he won the title role in an Ang Lee movie.

He is from north London, the middle of three sons. Their father is the television documentary-maker Richard Alwyn, renowned for making The Shrine about the public reaction to Princess Diana’s death.

“He was away a bit,” Alwyn says. “He made quite a lot of films in Africa when I was growing up. He was often in Uganda, Rwanda at one point, South Sudan. So he’d come back with stories and artefacts from all over the place. He made a great documentary in Liverpool during the World Cup about two kids on an estate growing up there.”

His mother, Elizabeth, is a psychotherapist. So, I say, although his family were comfortably off and he was sent to the fee-paying City of London School, he knew something of other people’s lives?

“All different kinds of people, all different kinds of stories,” he says. “Obviously, she couldn’t share them with me in the same way that Dad could, but both their jobs take an interest in other people and are about how to empathise, understand, and listen to stories and tell stories. I suppose it’s not a million miles away from an actor’s job; listening to other people, understanding them, trying to tell stories.”

I ask about the contemporary political resonances of A Christmas Carol. I cite the wealth of certain members of his profession and of Swift’s. Only the other day I have read that she has a private jet so she can visit Alwyn on a whim. He promises me that 99.9 per cent of what the press write about them is false, and this is an example.

I ask if he finds it embarrassing.

“Find what embarrassing?”

The disparity between the amount some people earn and the wages of workers in, say, Amazon fulfilment centres.

“I saw something in The Guardian the other day, I think, saying that the top six richest people in the UK accumulate the same amount of wealth as the poorest 13 million. I think that was the figure,” he says.

And politics today?

“It’s bigger than Scrooge, but it’s the same thing amplified; not being able to see beyond yourself, building walls, cutting yourself off from other countries. If there was ever a story to counter that, featuring someone who epitomises that and then who remembers who he is as a human being, it is A Christmas Carol.”

Unlike the young Dickens, Alwyn was not a boy to stand on a table and sing and dance. As a child he auditioned to play Liam Neeson’s son in the Richard Curtis film Love Actually, but didn’t get it. He harboured ambitions to act, but pursued them only later at the University of Bristol, where he took plays up to the Edinburgh Fringe. One night he acted before an audience of one: the writer’s mother. Undeterred, he went on to the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama, joining the scramble at the end to find an agent. Weeks later, his new agent rang to say that Ang Lee was working on a new film, Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, and wanted to see an audition tape.

“I got some mates to film me in a lunch break and then my dad filmed another scene, and we got a call that night saying, ‘He wants to meet you this weekend. He’s saying, we’re going to put you on a plane and take you out of school. Come for the weekend. Learn these scenes.’ ”

As Billy, a young US Marine fêted for killing an enemy assailant in Iraq, Alwyn was painfully believable; a virgin solider returning home to be exploited for an act that had devastated him. The film did not do well, mainly because it was shot at a hyper-reality frame rate that few cinemas had the technology to show, but Alwyn was on his way.

“Things only evolve by change and people taking risks,” he says. “And Ang Lee is someone who I admire for that. None of his films are the same. Maybe thematically they draw on the same things, but he’s always pushing the boundaries.”

The same can be said for A Christmas Carol and, even more, about Yorgos Lanthimos’s The Favourite, in which Alwyn appeared alongside Emma Stone and Olivia Colman. It applies less so to his other recent films, Mary Queen of Scots, Boy Erased and now Harriet, a faithful biopic about the slave liberator Harriet Tubman in which he played a slave owner’s son. What he has managed to do consistently is work and learn from some seriously good actresses — Colman, Stone, Saoirse Ronan and Cynthia Erivo. “I know. I am targeting them,” he jokes.

I tell him my daughters have insisted I ask if he minds Swift writing songs about him (whole albums, actually, but check out London Boy if you are in search of a little cringe). “No, not at all. No. It’s flattering.”

Does it matter to him that the press — it’s a bit metatextual this, I admit, for I’m probably doing the same thing — make it obvious that they are as interested in his girlfriend as they are in him? “I just don’t pay attention to what I don’t want to pay attention to,” he explains tolerantly. “I turn everything else down on a dial. I don’t have any interest in tabloids. I know what I want to do, and that’s this, and that’s what I am doing.”

The boyf, described only the other day as “mysterious” in one of those tabloids, is no mystery at all. He knows what he wants for Christmas, and it is the career he is already forging.

A Christmas Carol begins on BBC One at 9pm on Sunday

#joe alwyn #the times #taylor swift #interview #a christmas carol

[all-things-skam]

Prompt for Wtfock, maybe they decide to post that adorable pic Sander took today to their insta's and that is how they announce to the world that they are together. And then you have to write all the reactions lol

Title: #instagramofficial

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzerman + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Stomach full, Robbe's eyes were starting to feel heavy. He and Sander had ordered a pizza to eat in front of the television, taking advantage of Milan's absence to use his Netflix account - not that he minded.

The weather was rainy tonight, so the young lovers had decided to stay in instead of braving the rain. Moyo had found a party to go to and texted Robbe about it, but in all honesty, Robbe would rather be with Sander, alone together, sharing moments and kisses and life, than getting drunk in a crowded house.

Half-way through the second movie, Sander felt Robbe's head lolling on his chest, soft hair tickling his neck. He glanced down and saw Robbe's eyes closed, lips parted slightly.

''Don't fall asleep on me,'' he teased, poking Robbe's cheek.

The brunet swatted Sander's hand away, eyes still closed. ''I'm not going to. I'm just resting my eyes.''

''I've heard that one before...'' the blond snorted, eyebrow cocked.

Robbe giggled, nuzzling his face deeper into Sander's chest. He was so comfortable and warm on the couch, cuddled against his boyfriend; it was impossible to not fall asleep. ''Shh... Just resting my eyes.''

Smiling fondly at Robbe, Sander pushed some curls away from his face and let him be, not minding whether he was 'resting his eyes' or sleeping - although he'd bet on the latter. He kissed the top of his head before returning to the movie.

Even though he had teased Robbe about falling asleep on him, it didn't bother Sander. Robbe could sleep if he felt like it, no biggie. It's not like it was the first time it happened. It was almost a routine now. Whether they were watching a movie on Robbe's laptop, working on their sides on school stuff or simply chatting, Robbe was always the first to fall asleep. He'd get quiet and, the next time Sander would glance at him, he'd be fast asleep, face tender and beautiful.

Some would complain, getting annoyed at their lover's sleeping habit, but Sander found it oddly satisfying. As creepy as it sounded, he liked to watch Robbe sleep. He looked so soft and peaceful, all of his daily worries vanishing from his face. There was also the way his nose would scrunch up when he was dreaming. It was adorable.

.

A flash went off, blinding and waking Robbe from his slumber. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes with his palms, seeing dots from the harsh light.

His initial assumption was that Sander had snapped a picture of him sleeping, but Robbe then remembered that Sander's camera had been a casualty during the attack and was sadly broken beyond repair.

Blinking his eyes open slowly, Robbe caught sight of his flatmate in the doorway with the object of the crime in his hands. ''Milan!'' he said, complaint and annoyance filling his voice

Knowing about Robbe's grumpiness when being woken up, Sander ran a hand up and down his back, trying to appease his mood.

Unbothered, Milan had his eyes down on his phone, scrunching his face disapprovingly at the picture he had just snapped. He tried to edit it - sometimes a filter can save a picture -, but it didn't do much. ''I'll admit, this isn't your most photogenic cliché, but it'll do the job.''

Robbe sat up and pulled up his eyebrows, confused. His hair was matted on one side and the collar of his shirt was exposing a part of his collarbone. ''What are you talking about?''

''You and Sander have been dating for over a month and have yet to post a cute selfie together. I know you're not a social media fanatic, Robbe, but you need to make your relationship Instagram official.''

''Instagram official? Why? That's bullshit.''

''Is not. It's very important if you don't want your man to get stolen. It's like marking your territory.'' As he explained, Milan made his way to the living, taking a seat on the armchair, not caring at all that he was interrupting their movie night.

Next to Robbe, Sander laughed at Milan's choice of words. They weren't animals, but, if you thought about it, there was an equivalent to the animal behavior. While humans didn't pee on rocks or trees, they liked to put hickies on their significant other, or even share clothes. Evolution couldn’t change it all.

''This is ridiculous.'' Robbe shook his head at the absurdity of the current trend. ''I don't need to post a picture to officialize my relationship.''

Other than to make silly stories and drunk memories, Robbe didn't use social media much. He wasn't one of those millennial who felt the needed to put their life all over the internet - including their relationship.

He and Sander had been so caught up with life and their bubble of happiness that neither of them thought of posting a picture on Instagram. They've most likely been on the background of Jens's stories - even Aaron, their official stalker -, but nothing else.

''Maybe we do,'' Sander butted in, siding with Milan.

Twisting his torso, Robbe gave Sander a look of betrayal. What?!

''Yes!'' Milan cheered, a grin on his lips. ''Let me write a caption and I'll-''

The blond shook his head, detaching himself from Robbe to grab his phone in his jacket's pocket. ''No. Not that one.’’ A smiled twisted on his lips, an idea in mind. ‘’I think I have the perfect picture to post.'' He went to his camera roll and scrolled, scrolled, scrolled until he found the photo he was looking for.

Milan glanced at Robbe who shrugged, just as lost as his flatmate. They had taken so many pictures together that Robbe had no idea which one Sander had in mind.

Before Sander's camera got damaged, the latter would constantly take picture of Robbe. Robbe acted like he was annoyed, but, deep down, he liked to be someone's muse, to be Sander's muse. Now thinking, the young artist probably has a whole photo-album dedicated of him - and them. Some silly cliché of them goofing around and some really cute.

''Here.'' Sander clicked on the picture, tilting his phone so Robbe could see.

A nostalgic smile bloomed on his face, remembering the exact time this picture was taken. It was the first afternoon they spent together, the day after they made up. That afternoon had been perfect - excluding Britt's text message. Just Sander and him in bed, talking and smoking a joint.

And, kissing.

On the screen, Sander's tongue was out. He hand one arm behind Robbe's neck and the other was holding the camera up. If you looked closely, you could see Robbe's lips red-bitten from all the kissing and their pupils dilated from the weed.

''What do you think?'' Sander asked, making sure Robbe was okay and liked this picture.

The brunet nodded, leaning to press a quick peck on Sander's lips, smiling. Sander mimicked his grin and kissed him again, causing Robbe's smile to widen.

Because of you, life isn't so dark anymore ✨💖

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe #rosander #sobbe fic #rosander fic

[tessatechaitea]

Cerebus #16 (1980)

Cerebus is going up the stairs while Lord Julius is going down them. In the same direction.

Cerebus is often touted as the greatest independent comic book of all time (for various reasons) but I'd like to point out that Elfquest told an incredible story with beautiful art in just 20 issues as opposed to 300. Plus it had an elf orgy. Also, I know it continued on after the first 20 issue story arc but we can ignore the rest of the story because there was never another elf orgy and also the rest of the series concentrated too much on Skywise's fear of dying which was totally valid but was often used as a foil to make Cutter seem braver and more loyal to his wolf roots but really just showed he was stubborn and dumb and totally didn't fuck as many elf maidens as Skywise did. Cerebus does have some sex in his comic book but since the first sex he has is when he rapes Astoria, I don't think anybody was really clamoring for any more of that. I mean, sure, some people were! I didn't mean to erase the sickos and perverts out there. Sorry, jerks! I'm sure the "A Note from the Publisher" bit by Deni seemed like a good idea when starting out on a harrowing self-publishing journey like that of Cerebus. But it quickly became a space where Deni just says, "Self-publishing is fraught with hardships and also this is a really good issue! I won't spoil it! Goodbye!" I won't be sad to see the divorce happen! That's an okay thing to say because it already happened, right? It's not like my wishing for the end of their marriage in 2020 somehow brought about the end of their marriage in the early 80s. Is it? I never took a college course on cause and effect so who the fuck knows? Unless that Critical Literary Theory class was about that?! Oh my God! I think I understand it now! Dave's finale to the "Swords of Cerebus" essay that has been broken up over the last three issues describes how he was consciously drawing the Eye of the Pyramid cult leader's gigantic penis while drawing the snake. Sorry to report, though, that he's being sarcastic. Apparently Dave is above using phallic imagery to make a point about patriarchal themes. Only fucking hacks do shit like that! Take that, whoever wrote fucking Beowulf!

Even if Sim can't see the humor in everybody assuming he made a giant snake dick joke on purpose, he can still be extraordinarily funny with the least of materials.

This issue takes Cerebus to his first fancy dress party (that's a costume party for all of you people who aren't British (which is also me but only because I was born a citizen of the United States of America who didn't have a choice but knew it was a huge mistake as I was learning about Monty Python's Flying Circus and Dave Allen at Large in elementary school and The Young Ones in junior high and Red Dwarf in college)). Cerebus changes out of his vest and puts on his costume: a furry black jumper (that's sweater for all of you people who aren't British (which is also me but only because I was forced to watch mostly American popular entertainment until the advent of YouTube and now I mostly just watch Taskmaster over and over (by the way, is Taskmaster as good for people who don't know all of the "contestants" or do I enjoy it more because I recognize and like almost all of the people on the show?)). Lord Julius is dressed as an, um, a, uh, Estarcion matador? I have no context in which to guess what he is.

Certain people like Cerebus because he says what's on his mind. I purposefully used the passive voice here so you can't prove one of those people is me.

Lord Julius has a follow-up joke that leaves the reader thinking, "I guess all Pavrovians are fat?" That's Dave Sim continuing his work on Estarcion continuity! Remember how Pavrovians are the, um, you knows of Estarcion! You know the nationality I'm thinking of! The ones that are all the things people usually find insulting! Come on, you know who I'm talking about. The dumb fat arrogant stupid naive gullible ones! Yes, that's it! Americans! Try to remember Dave is Canadian. You have to think of Americans through Canadian eyes (which are the equivalent of smart, cynical Americans)! E'lass and Turg have gotten tickets to The Festival of Petunias so they can steal the Wyndmel Diamond. They're the duo composed of a giant muscular man and a little bitty shrimpy guy who last encountered (and were beaten by) Cerebus in Issue #6. E'lass is dressed like some kind of small dirt dwelling creature so I hope Cerebus gets offended by his costume and stabs him in the throat. There isn't enough random slaughter in this book about barbarians.

I haven't wanted to fuck a fish this badly since The Littler Mermaid.

I suppose I could have said "since Splash" in that last caption to seem more normal and less perverted but then you'd know I was lying. The assassins make a move on Lord Julius but Cerebus comes up with a plan to stop them that involves inducing the Palnu elite to throw herring-and-onion dip at them. Is that a parodied scene from Duck Soup or Conan the Barbarian? In the confusion, the lead assassin slips out through a secret door and E'lass, having just stolen the diamond and becoming increasingly paranoid that somebody saw him, slips through it as well. Cerebus and Lord Julius follow, having noticed the assassin but not E'lass. Most of the pursuit's tension comes from E'lass believing Cerebus remembers him and is now going to use the excuse of this new crime to murder him. It's more tense than I've even described because I really need Cerebus to murder somebody in this Swords & Sorcery book already. Reading this book waiting for a murder is like firing up a porn video on your laptop with your dick in your hands and realizing after five minutes that the video is almost over and was just a teaser for a pay porn site. Cerebus threatens to quit his job just before battling the assassin so he can negotiate a term of 8 bags of gold and a horse in exchange for killing the assassin as a pension before he goes. Julius agrees and Cerebus takes out the assassin with a rock to the head. I mean, I guess it's a murder so yay? But I was really hoping for some stabbing. Meanwhile E'lass lives through the cliché of the criminal whose paranoia gets the better of him and he tosses the diamond into a huge pit so he doesn't get caught only to discover that they never knew he took it anyway. Everything is wrapped up quickly and thoroughly with Cerebus given money and motivation to move on from Palnu. Dave complained about his heavy use of cliché in this Palnu trilogy and I have to say I agree with Dave. But I only agree with Dave on this point! Don't take that out of context and start raving on Twitter that Grunion Guy agrees with Dave's Issue #186 rant about girlfriends being illogical which is also secretly a rant about a guy who needs to get laid so badly he puts up with partners he probably wouldn't even be friends with and then finally just decides orgasms are evil and religion is super awesome but only if you smash all three People of The Book religions into one bland mash paste of ancient dogma. In the epilogue, Lord Julius receives a letter from his niece Jaka in which she expresses delight in possibly seeing Cerebus again. I guess Dave learned from Howard the Duck that comic book nerds really love for their anthropomorphic heroes to be fucking statuesque women. Perhaps every guy develops a fetish of being with a woman whose breasts are at head level due to being hugged constantly by their female relatives when they're ten years old. Deni's brother Michael's first installment of the "Aardvarkian Age" essays appears in this issue. It gives more details to the various nations of Estarcion and their inhabitants' culture, ruling styles, and brutality of their armies. I thought I'd be more interested in this than I actually wound up being. Maybe I thought it would be funnier? Instead, it's just a bunch of facts about made-up kingdoms to make them sound more believable by making them more like European countries in the Middle Ages. If this entire bit were just lifted from a history of Europe with the names of actual countries replaced by Estarcion countries, I wouldn't even notice. Mostly because I know nothing about European history. As I've always said, "Those who know about European history are doomed to repeat it, boring every single other person at the cocktail party." Dave apologizes for the quarter price increase of the comic book in the Aardvark Comments pages. Why, I hadn't even noticed! Probably because this is the Biweekly reprint issue and I purchased it as a collection off of eBay. Some people write in and discuss how Cerebus is a very fine and funny comic book. I nodded along in agreement as I read the letters. I only touched my private area twice while reading and neither time was for pleasure. The most surprising thing about "The Single Page" is that it clearly states who the comic was authored by: Kent Featherly. I don't know why so many of these single page comics aren't more clearly labeled. Isn't part of the reason for having them exposure for the artists drawing and writing them?! Not putting an effort to let a large audience know who you are and how they can read more of your work just sounds like something I would do. By the way, you should play this game I wrote, Starship Troopers: The Game. You can find it on the hard drive of my laptop. Cerebus #16 Rating: B. Look, it was funny and well drawn and all that. But even Dave said it relied too heavily on cliché plot devices. I've got to lower the grade when even the author points out some of the story's flaws! And I'd probably have come to the same conclusion without having been influenced by Dave Sim because I'm like the best Internet comic book critic who isn't a critic and isn't actually reviewing comic books. Also I almost forgot this evidence: I'm a Grandmaster Comic Book Reviewer! Nobody else can make that claim and if they do, they're plagiarizing me and I'd like you to point them out to me so I can send them a threatening email in which I pretend to be my own lawyer who is really good at suing dumb-dumbs.

#Cerebus #Dave Sim