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[puckinghischier]

Bouy

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader gets dragged to the bar by jack to meet all of his teammates, but finds herself drawn to a certain swiss captain

notes: part 2 to locksmith!! probably some inaccuracies about various player’s personalities, but all in the name of entertainment, right? i didn’t proofread either, oops. don’t know if i’m happy with how this turned out but here it is nonetheless. hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼

part 1, part 3

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The bar that Jack picked is surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night. It’s not overcrowded, but it’s busy enough to where you’re having to hold on to the back of his shirt as to not lose him. He leads the two of you over to a set of tables tucked away at the back of the bar, greeted with shouts and hugs as you drop your grip on him and simply stand back, letting him have his moment. You recognize a few of the faces, no names coming to mind, but most of the faces you’ve never seen before. You should know the names and faces of who you’re assuming are Jack’s teammates, but the truth is, despite your relationship with the Hughes family, you’ve never been one to follow hockey very closely. You don’t come from an area where hockey is a big deal, and though you understand the logistics of the game and you’ve traveled to watch all three brothers in some of their biggest games pre-NHL, your knowledge of the league’s players pretty much begins and ends with Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

“Long time no see, hallway sleeper,” you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice in your ear. You turn to see Nico, no hat this time, soft, brown hair on full display. He was still wearing a white t-shirt, only his sweats have been swapped for jeans this time.

“Long time no see, locksmith.”

Nico laughs, and for the second time today you allow yourself to think about how lovely the sound is. “You know, all in a day’s work.”

“Sounds like someone really should have a conversation with the big heads at the NHL. Their poor players work so hard, only to have to pick up second jobs on their off days in order to pay the bills. Shame on them,” you joke.

“I know! Maybe it’s time I go on strike, put my full attention to helping pretty girls break into their apartments full time,” he responds, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

“Well I don’t know about all that, I need my own personal locksmith on call at all times. You can’t abandon me in my time of need!”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” Nico places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the bar, thinking about the vodka cranberry that’s calling your name. He turns and follows your eyes. “Did you want to go get something to drink-“

“Neeks!! What’s up man! We missed you today! The kids were asking where you were, you totally have to come with us next time!” you hear Jack cut Nico off.

“Yeah, man. Next time, for sure. Just needed a rest day, y’know?” Nico responds, slapping Jack’s outstretched hand.

The two begin their own conversation about the charity skate while you stand in the background. You know Jack isn’t ignoring you on purpose, but you’re getting a little tired of just standing around, deciding that you need that drink sooner than later to loosen yourself up a bit and prepare yourself for the endless stream of socializing you know is about to come your way.

“Hey, J, I’m gonna get a drink, okay? I’ll be right back,” you interrupt the conversation, knowing Jack would be worried if he looked up and you were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit, y/n I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce you to everyone. Neeks, this is y/n, y/n, Nico.”

“Yeah, we already met earlier. When you decided to lock the door on your way out this morning and Nico seems to be the only person with a spare key to the place,” you deadpan, watching a confused look glaze over Jack’s features.

“I left the door unlocked, I swear! I even double checked as I was leaving, because Lu-“ Jack suddenly pauses. “Luke must have locked it when he went to grab his beanie he forgot. I’m so sorry, Bouy,” Jack apologizes, letting the nickname he gave you when you were kids slip out of his mouth.

“Bouy?” you hear Nico’s confusion, looking between the two of you clearly confused.

“We’re not even going there right now, just a stupid nickname from one summer as a kid, not even important. What is important is that I get a drink, ASAP,” you say, once again trying to make your way to the bar.

You walk away from the conversation, sights set on an empty spot near the end of the bar. Admittedly, getting a drink seemed way easier in theory than in execution, because no matter how hard you try, you cannot get the attention of the bartender. You’ve tried waving, yelling, and following her as she makes her way down the line of patrons, but to no avail. You give up with a huff, turning around and leaning your back against the bar, trying to brainstorm how to get a drink in your hand sooner rather than later. “What if I just go take someone’s drink, what would they do then?” you speak aloud, to no one other than yourself.

“I would advise against that, who knows what concoctions some of these people are drinking.”

You whip your head around to find no other than Nico himself standing to your left. You begin to think him sneaking up on you is a habit of his, seeing as this is the second time he’s both surprised you and caught you talking to yourself today.

“You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me, Jesus.”

“Sorry. You just seem so lost in that head of yours. I’d ask you what you’re thinking, but if I’ve learned if I stand here long enough you’ll just say it out loud,” Nico jabs, amusement once again present in his chocolate eyes. It seems that’s a common occurrence whenever you’re in his presence.

“If you think I speak my mind now, just wait until I actually get a few drinks in me. You’ll be begging me to shut up,” you joke, turning slightly to see if the bartender is anywhere near your area.

“How about we test the theory? Need help?” he responds, challenging your words.

“I mean, be my guest, but I’ve been trying for what seems like forever,” you grumble, moving over slightly to make room for him at the bar.

You watch him stick his hand out, the bartender almost immediately looking over and nodding, signaling she’ll be right over. Your jaw drops, a little pissed, honestly. How in the hell did he just do that? You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” your mouth mirrors your thoughts.

“Oh y’know, I have my ways,” he says, eyes twinkling, smirk on his lips.

“No, I demand to know. There’s no way I’ve been standing up here for the better part of fifteen minutes with not even a glance in my direction, yet all you have to do is stick your hand out two inches from your face and suddenly you’re next in line,” your tone showing your frustration at the situation.

Nico opens his mouth to respond, but a voice from the other side of the bar sounds before he can get a word out.

“Hey, Neeks, what can I get for ya? Your usual?” the woman serving drinks asks, a look in her eye you can’t quite pick up on.

“Nah, just a Michelob for me tonight, got morning skate tomorrow,” he orders, clearly very familiar with the woman. She turns to you, giving you the opportunity to really look at the girl. She was short, but not shorter than yourself. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, a pen stuck right through the middle of it. She was wearing a bright green cropped tank top with black leggings. Her make-up was the perfect combination of natural yet bold. She was….really fucking pretty. Like, intimidatingly pretty. The kind of girl that would make even the most confident of women feel slightly insecure, to no fault of her own.

“Is that all or…?” she trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I just get a vodka cranberry? Double?” you asked, suddenly regretting your decision to not even wear make-up tonight.

You hear her scoff through a “Of course, coming right up,” before looking at Nico once again, then hurrying off to grab Nico’s beer and your cocktail.

“Is there something wrong with a vodka cran up here? Why the attitude?” you spit out, annoyed that she clearly found an issue with your choice of drink.

“You have to just ignore Jess, she’s a bit of an alcohol snob. Thinks everyone should drink top shelf or not even bother drinking at all,” Nico gives you the girl’s name.

You were going to respond to the fact that the two are on a first name basis, but your drinks arrived before you had the chance. You looked up to thank the girl, Jess as you now know, but shut your mouth when you saw the exchange happening before you.

“Just add it to my tab, Jess. Both of them,” Nico tells her, grabbing the bottle of Michelob sitting in front of him.

“Sure thing, Neeks. Need anything else just give me a shout. You know where to find me,” Jess lets her hand linger, briefly brushing against Nico’s. You look up to her face, seeing the sultry look in her eyes, her chin slightly dropped. She’s looking at Nico like he’s a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days. Glancing over at the man standing next to you, you notice his entire face is flushed red, up to the tips of his ears.

Your brows shoot up in both surprise and understanding. These two have slept together! Her actions a dead giveaway, albeit subtle. Girls recognize girls, you know? It surely explains why he was so quick to get her attention when you couldn’t even get so much as a glance. You’re fighting against every single muscle in your face to not break out into laughter, finding this amusing for some reason.

“Yeah, gotcha. Thanks, Jess,” Nico replies to the girl, stepping back a few inches from the bar.

You turn and follow him in the directions of the tables from earlier, trying your hardest to not get lost in the crowd of bodies you’re having to weave through.

“So, you didn’t tell me that all I had to do to get the bartender’s attention was sleep with her,” you said, stopping Nico in his tracks.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and face red, clearly speechless, and maybe even a little embarrassed. You worry maybe your bluntness was a little too much this time, until you see the panic on his face.

“How did you- What makes you think-“ he fumbles over his words.

“I’m a girl, silly. I know when another girl is giving a man the ‘you gave me one of the best nights of my life and I want to do you again’ eyes. Nothing to be ashamed of, she’s gorgeous,” you interrupt, amused at his embarrassment.

You actually think its kind of sweet he seems embarrassed. You half expected him to meet your comments with a smirk and puff his chest out a bit, proud that he’d scored such a beautiful woman, but he’s not. You’ve met plenty of Jack’s previous teammates over the years, most of them cocky assholes that care about nothing more than who they can sleep with next, boasting to all of his buddies about the blonde chick he managed to sneak into his room last night. Nico’s response was the complete opposite of that. He almost recoiled at your words, looking like he wanted to crawl under the nearest table he could find and hide there until the end of the night. It’s a refreshing contrast to what you’re used to. You start to feel a little bad for even bringing it up.

Nico still stands, just staring at you like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment, beer forgotten in his hand. You can see the wheels turning in his head on how he’s going to get out of this situation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just used to Jack’s other friends that never shut up about who they slept with. My filter has a few holes in it I need to patch up I guess. I haven’t even had a drink and I’m already sticking my foot in my mouth-“

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Your mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. You stare at the man in front of you, noticing how he keeps fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. He keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot, switching his beer from left to right to run whichever hand is free through his hair. His eyes keep darting anywhere but your face, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well if you haven’t then she sure wants to,” you try to backtrack a bit, hoping you can humor your way out of the mess you walked yourself into.

“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Just like she wants to sleep with the rest of the team. Don’t get me wrong, Jess is nice and all, but she hits on all of us. Worked on a few of the guys, I’ve seen her drop a few of them off at practice in the mornings, but she never lets it go farther than that. Some of the guys prefer…arrangements like that, but it’s not really my style,” Nico replies, shocking you with his honesty.

“I find it hard to believe that beautiful blondes aren’t your type, but I’ll let it slide for now,” you narrow your eyes, not sure how else to respond to his unexpected candor.

“I mean, it seems lately my type has been talkative strangers, but I’ll let you know if it changes,” Nico says, his shift in personality giving you whiplash as he simply walks off, leaving you standing there with a red face and ears this time.

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“So, where exactly are you from, y/n?” you get asked for the fourth time in about 5 minutes from the same man sitting to your right. You can’t exactly remember his name, only that he’s drank about 4 beers in the time you’ve been sitting here, considering Jack went down the line and literally rapid fired names at you once you returned to the tables.

“Dawson, she already told you three times, dude. She’s from Tennessee!” the man to your left shouts across you, a little too loudly. You flinch a bit at just how loud these guys can be, having been shuffled around from conversation to conversation for the past hour. Jack will come by whatever table you’re currently at about every 20 minutes and tug you in whatever direction he sees fit, going on and on about how you just HAVE to meet so and so because they’ll love you. You love that he’s trying to include you and integrate you into the group dynamic the team has going on, but you really wish he would just let you mingle on your own. His teammates have been nothing but welcoming and kind, but most of them are more than a few drinks deep and have been talking about whatever upcoming game they have and what strategies they need to improve on, leaving you lost and unable to add anything to the conversation.

“Virginia, actually. But close! I lived right on the border of Tennessee and Virginia, so it’s almost like I’m from both,” you shout back, explaining your origin…again.

“Wait, Virginia and Tennessee border each other?” mr. four beers questions, Dawson you’ve just learned.

“Mercer you idiot, of course they border each other. Have you ever even looked at a fucking map?” the man to your left responds, reaching behind you and slapping Dawson on the back of the head.

“Ow! I’m from Canada, Johnny! How am I supposed to know? Do you know what Canadian states border one another?” Dawson fires back at the man to my left, Johnny.

“Provinces.”

“What?”

“Canada has provinces, not states, Dawson,” Johnny says, blank look on his face as he stares at Dawson.

“Fuck you. And your Harvard degree,” Dawson crosses his arms and puffs up like a kid. It’s amusing really, watching the two bicker like siblings.

As the two continue to go back and forth, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the bar, searching for a pair of brown ones. You haven’t spoken to Nico since your little exchange earlier, where he decided to unleash a field full of butterflies in your stomach after you stuck your foot in your mouth by accusing him of sleeping with the bartender. His words took you by surprise, having only known the man for a few hours. You can’t pretend you weren’t attracted to him from the moment you saw him standing in his doorway this morning, but you can’t let yourself go there yet. Can you? You’ve been in the city less than twenty-four hours. You haven’t even fully unpacked all of your clothes, yet here you are, not able get your best friend’s captain off of your mind.

Just as you try to shake the thoughts running through your head, a pair of eyes find yours, causing you to sit up a little straighter. He’s standing at a table with Jack and a blonde that you remember to be named Timo. He’s Swiss, too, you learned when Jack introduced the two of you. He told you that he and Nico played together before they both found themselves with the Devils, the pair going way back. Nico glances away, only briefly, before finding your eyes again, noticing the two men arguing on either side of you. He raises his eyebrow, as if asking you if you need help, but you just shrug and give a little half smile, rolling your eyes as if to say ‘boys, right?’. He lets out a chuckle, watching his shoulders shake slightly. You see him exchange a few words with Jack and Timo before stepping away from the table, walking in the direction of the table you’re sitting at. Just as Nico is only a few steps away, you feel your phone buzzing from where its laying on your thigh. You look at the screen, your mother’s name flashing across the screen. Realizing you hadn’t called her since your plane landed earlier in the day, you decide you should probably take the call.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta take this call,” you try to slide out from in-between the two hockey players, still arguing away. They don’t even notice your departure, too lost in discussing geography.

You look over to see Nico stop in his tracks, a confused look on his face. You hold up your phone and point to the screen, mouthing the word ‘mom’ before walking over to a secluded corner of the bar for some quiet.

“Hey, mom. Sorry I forgot to call earlier. It’s been a long day,” you sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. I just wanted to see how you were settling in. See how the boys were. Where are you? What’s all that noise in the background?” she questions, slight concern in her voice.

“You know Jack, he wanted to come out and ‘celebrate’ the fact that I live in Jersey now. Tried to get out of it, but Jack never misses a chance to go out. Still have a shitload of unpacking to do. I hope to have it all done before too long, though.”

“I should’ve known Jack would be ready to party as soon as you got there. You were always his favorite tag along,” she chuckles, referencing all the time Jack would drag to two of you to the various bonfires hosted at the surrounding lake houses during the summers in Michigan.

“Yeah, well this tag along is ready to make her way to her bed for the night, but I have to drive Jack home, so I’ll probably still be here awhile.”

“Honey just tell him you’re ready to go home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Nah, I can wait it out a little bit longer. He’s too busy introducing me to everyone. He was so excited for me to meet his teammates. You’d think I was some local celebrity or something the way he’s been shuffling me from table to table for meet and greets,” you laugh into the phone.

“He’s just happy to have you around again, sweetheart. I know how much you missed him, I’m sure he missed you just as much. He’s just trying to make sure you’re included.”

“I know, I know. It’s appreciated, really, I just wish he would’ve let me have a few days before throwing me into a group of drunk hockey players, as usual,” you tell your mom, trying not to sound ungrateful. You do appreciate how eager Jack is to have all his friends meet you, but you’re growing sleepier by the minute.

“Welcome to life with Rowdy…again,” your mom laughs, using Jack’s childhood nickname.

“At least it’s sure to be an interesting one,” you reply, causing her laugh to grow. “Alright, momma, I better go before Jack comes looking for me. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you,” you say, looking over towards Jack’s table, watching him look around, likely noticing your absence.

“Alright, honey. I love you!” she says, hanging up the phone.

You lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before returning to the chaos of bodies across the room.

“Did Dawson and Johnny really make that bad of a first impression that you’re hiding in a dark corner?”

Yet again, you jump at the voice that seems to be following you around today. You raise your head up and open your eyes, Nico standing a few feet away from you. You simply close your eyes once again and lay your head back against the wall once more, needing another minute to collect yourself.

“You know, I think I’m going to buy you some of those shoes with squeakers in them, that way I can always know when you’re coming,” you tell him, enjoying the feeling of the cool concrete against your head.

All you hear in response is a laugh, which has you raising your head to look at Nico again. You admire the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, already thinking about how you can coax the sound out of him again.

“Where’s the fun in that now…Bouy was it?” he recalls your nickname from earlier, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t you even start,” you warn.

“You’re really not going to tell me why Jack called you that? I’ve been trying to get the story out of him for the past hour. He won’t budge, saying only you can tell it.”

“Trust me, it’s not even worth your time. I don’t even understand why the nickname stuck. They’re all stupid, the lot of them,” you shut down the request.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you one day. I’ll solve the bouy mystery eventually,” Nico persists, not letting the subject drop that easily.

You remove yourself from the wall, sliding your phone into your back pocket. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, preparing yourself to join the others once again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Mom called, so I figured I’d better take the call. A little tired, but I’m all good. Just hope Jack tires out sooner rather than later,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can give him a ride home if you want to leave? I don’t mind, really. Not like it’s exactly out of the way,” Nico offers, a small laugh tacked onto the end of his sentence.

“No, I should stay. He was really excited for me to meet everyone tonight so I feel like I should at least stay a little bit longer. I don’t want to bail on him this soon.”

“Trust me, if it was up to Jack he wouldn’t leave until they kicked him out,” Nico states, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“Well, we don’t call him Rowdy for nothing,” you joke. “Speaking of, we’ve been spotted,” you notice Jack making his way over to where the two of you stand.

“Hey, everything alright? I couldn’t find you and Timo said he saw you come over here awhile ago, then said he saw Nico come over here too. You okay?” Jack says as he approaches, glancing towards Nico before looking at you, concern in his tone and on his face.

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Mom called and I came over here so I could here her better, then Nico came to check on me. We were about to come join everyone again, I was just enjoying the quiet for another minute,” you tell Jack, watching the worry fall from his face.

“Oh tell momma y/l/n that her favorite surrogate son misses her,” Jack brightens at the mention of your mom, both of you viewing the other’s parents as a second set, just as close to them as you were your own.

“I will when she calls tomorrow,” you chuckle, knowing your mom will get a kick out of this conversation.

“I came over here to see if you were ready to go? We have morning skate tomorrow and Luke just texted me asking when we were coming home, which usually means he’s lonely and feeling left out, so we should probably get going,” Jack says, granting your earlier wishes.

“Oh my god yes, please. I’m so tired,” you sigh, letting your shoulders slump, relieved that you’re only a few minutes away from climbing in your bed.

“I thought so, you looked like you were having a grand time with Dawson and Johnny,” Jack laughs, recalling your earlier position between the two geography enthusiasts.

“They were literally yelling at each other about the geography of the U.S. and Canada,” you told the two men standing with you, both of them breaking out into laughter.

“That’s nothing. Once they argued for a full two hours on if pterodactyl was spelled with a p or not,” Nico adds in, having been silent until now, causing you to be the one filled with laughter now.

Jack looks over, seeming to just now remember Nico was also standing with the two of you.

“You need a ride home, cap?” Jack offers, looking over at you before looking back at Nico.

“Nah, I’ve only had two beers. I’m good to drive. Plus, I should probably make sure Dawson gets home and in bed. He’s going to regret all those tequila shots when we have to be on the ice at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Why I’m tapping out now. Be careful, Neeks. See you at practice,” Jack tells his captain before turning to you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Like it’s a hot summer day.”

Jack smiles, the phrase becoming a trademark of yours over the years. You don’t even remember what started it, just that it’s become the signature end to many nights of fun for the two of you. He turns to walk away and you go to follow him before you realized you didn’t say goodbye to Nico. The thought making you feel bad, so you turn around to say your goodbyes to the captain.

“Goodnight, Nico. Have a good practice tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Bouy,” he responds, eyes dancing with amusement.

Fuck you, Jack Hughes.

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[webslinger-holland]

The Sergeants's Senator | Prologue

Summary: The Bad Batch has a newly added member of the team who can't seem to stop asking questions.

Warning: none

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 1.1k words

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Note: In honor of the trailer dropping today, I have decided to release the first part earlier than anticipated! New chapters should come out consistently because the whole story is already written.

(THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE AFTER ORDER 66 AND DURING THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON 1 OF BAD BATCH FOR THOSE CURIOUS.)

The Marauder was flying silently through hyperspace with a final destination locked into the coordinates. The four remaining members of Clone Force 99 had just narrowly escaped Kamino, leaving behind one of their own. But luckily, they had gained another.

It was a little girl who was named Omega. She had taken an interest in Clone Force 99 upon the return of their mission on Kallar. It was later revealed to them that she was a clone just like them, which inclined them to bring her along with them as they fled Kamino and the newly established Empire.

Now, having just narrowly made an escape, Tech was flying the ship somewhere else. He put in the coordinates for a desolate planet and made sure to hold the wheel steadily as he steered. They'd be heading for Saleucami. Echo sat beside him in the co-pilot seat.

Behind the pilot's seat, Wrecker was sitting beside one of the control panels and Omega sat in the seat across from his. The two of them were talking quietly to themselves, sharing how exciting their escape had just been.

In the background, Hunter silently turned around in his place to exit the cockpit. He wanted to be alone, which meant leaving the others for a short time. Unbeknownst to him, Omega watched him walk away with curious eyes. She wondered if she should follow him.

Now Hunter walked into the backroom where their bunks were located. He lowered himself to sit on his own bunk, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his legs. He sat in silence even though a million thoughts and voices were filling his head.

In the background, Omega had poked her head into the doorway. She made sure not to be seen, but she wanted to see what he was up to. He thought a moment longer before reaching into his back pocket to retrieve a small device. His thumb brushed against the button, pressing it gently to activate the holo-photo.

From Omega's perspective, she wasn't able to see the face of the person in the hologram. She only saw the back of the person's head and the back of the long dress. Her eyes shifted upwards slightly to see Hunter's reaction.

For some reason, there were tears brimming in the corners of his eyes as he stared down at the hologram. His shoulders hunched over; his head drooping low until his chin rested against his chest. He clutched the device tightly. A broken sob escaped past his lips.

Just then, Omega's shoulders seemed to relax at her sides at the sight. She forced herself to take a single step into the room with the desire of wanting to comfort him. However, at the sound of her approaching footsteps, Hunter clicked the hologram off and stuffed it back into his pocket quickly. He sniffled once to hide the tears that nearly streamed down his face. He avoided eye contact with her.

"Who is she?" Omega inquired innocently. Her eyes shined with sympathy for him.

With some hesitation, Hunter quickly glanced at her through the corner of his eye. The walls he built started to come back up once again. He chose to not say anything and redirected his attention elsewhere. But Omega pressed on.

"She looks pretty," Omega's voice hinted at a small smile. She took another step towards him. She tried to meet his gaze, but he continued to avoid her. "Is she a princess?"

"Look kid," Hunter interrupted her. He released a loud sigh. "I don't really want to talk about her."

"O-Okay," Omega nodded her head understandingly. She wondered if he was just tired since it had been a long day. "Maybe some other time."

"No, I mean...I don't want to talk about her," Hunter reinforced his words. He looked her dead in the eyes. "Not now, not ever."

Although Omega had a million questions circling around her head, she thought it would be better to remain quiet in this particular situation. She gave a single nod of the head understandingly, choosing to drop the subject despite her curiosity. She took a step back to give him space.

Leaving the backroom, Omega went back into the cockpit to join the others silently. The door slid closed behind her. She flopped down into one of the seats, which earned a glance from Wrecker who sat in the seat beside her. She took her time to glance at each of the three clones sitting in the cockpit, wondering how much they knew about the situation with the sergeant.

"Who was she?" Omega inquired one final time.

Upon hearing her question, Omega noticed how Tech's shoulders tensed and his grip on the wheel tightened. She also saw how Echo had looked over to Tech as if expecting him to provide an explanation. Now turning to Wrecker, Omega saw the blank expression on his face and how his eyes stared off into nothing. They pondered her question in silence.

"Listen kid," Echo spoke up first. He looked over his shoulder from his seat. "It's an awfully long story. And I'm not sure if we should be the ones telling it."

"Hunter won't say anything," Omega said rather sadly. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's like he doesn't want to talk about her."

"Well, I don't blame him. It's hard to talk about what happened. He's still processing it," Echo defended.

"He's been processing for a while," Wrecker claimed with a groan. He tried to recall how long it had been since it all happened. "It's been two years already."

"Some wounds never heal," Echo replied to this sorrowfully.

"What did happen?" Omega pressed again. She only received silence from them.

For a moment, Echo thought about answering the question. The wheels were turning in his head, processing what kind of response he could come up with. But it wouldn't have been a simple one.

"Let's just say," Tech interrupted his train of thought. "Clones are not supposed to form attachments. And Hunter did."

"With her?" Omega clarified.

"That would be the only logical explanation as to why he has a hologram of her, isn't it?" Tech replied as his usual self. He received a sharp glare from Echo.

"Did he fall in love with her?" Omega wondered. The three clones felt their breaths catch in the back of their thoughts upon hearing the weighted question.

"It...depends on how you define love," Tech tried to convince her.

"Tech," Echo warned him with a hard look.

"Fine," Tech brushed it off with a roll of the eyes. "He did love her...in his own way."

"So what happened to her?" Omega asked sadly.

"Perhaps it would easier if we did tell you," Tech thought. He contemplated for a moment. "We do have a long journey ahead of us."

With that, Omega sat up in her chair with a beaming smile on her face. She leaned forward with anticipation, lowering her eyebrows onto the tops of her knees. She listened intently as the clones began to tell their rendition of the story that happened so long ago.

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@totally-not-your-babe @jedipoodoo @gyllord @roam-rs @totallyunidentified @redheadgirl

#the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper hunter #tbb hunter #bad batch hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter x y/n #tbb hunter x senator #crosshair #tech #echo #wrecker #the marauder ship #tbb hunter series #tbb hunter fluff #tbb hunter angst #tbb hunter imagine #tbb hunter x fem!reader senator

[highvern]

Track 3: Cyber Sex - Doja Cat

“We freak on the cam, love at first sight, just a link to the 'Gram”

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: camgirl!reader, whipped/loser!yunho, flirting, strip tease, cyber sex, butt plug, sir kink

Length: ~900

Note: finally finished. hate it! next is yeo and idk when it'll be posted

Like, comment, reblog, enjoy!

Mixtape Series: Late Nights Masterlist

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Connecting imurangel with uknowme…

The black screen buffers into a dark bedroom. Or what you imagine is a bedroom given the layout; posters haphazardly hung on the walls, a basket of laundry off in the background. All warmed with a soft glow of the lamp resting on the bed side table just in the corner of view.

“Hi,” you smile at the camera, observing the man illuminating your screen.

He’s cute. Much cuter than you expected. The few times you auctioned off a private show like tonight you’d been met with men old enough to be your grandfather or guys who’d never seen the inside of a shower stall. But money was money and you put up with it as long as the deposit cleared your bank account. 

User uknowme is already defying your usual expectations. Dimples and a shy grin answer you. His ears burn red already and his lips fail to release any of the words they silently stretch around. 

The twitch of your lips is visible in your viewfinder; a genuine smile at his nerves before you throw him a bone. “What's your name, cutie?” 

“Ugh… it's Yunho. I’m Yunho.”

You roll the letters around your tongue, “Yunho.”

The speakers echo his sharp inhale at the sound of you tasting his name. 

Leaning back on your hands, you press your chest forward and draw attention to the low cut of your top. He specified this outfit, or at least some version of it. “Whatever you’re comfortable in.” Most men want you in some cheap lingerie or a shoddy halloween costume. Easy, simple, straight forward. A nuisance to wear but for what they paid you’d suffer the infernal straps or itchy lace.

But tonight, you stressed more about it than ever before because no one extended such consideration. And that was before you knew who was on the other side of such an innocuous request. The silky white pajama set you settled on at the last minute was perfect. 

At least, Yunho seemed to think so. 

“I..ugh…like your top?”

“Thanks! It's a little different than what I usually get to wear.”

“Yeah, some of the stuff on stream seems like a pain.”

Puckering your lips in a pout, you reply. “You don’t like it?”

“No! I mean yeah I like it I just— you look good no matter what you have on.”

The bumbling nervousness is delicious, especially from someone it seems so out of place on. For the first time, part of you wishes he was in your room. At the mercy of your teasing touches, where you can watch the blush bloom across his face as you goad him; maybe see if it bleeds down his chest as well.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, you’re beautiful.”

Now you blush. No one had this effect on you. At least not in this space where people eagerly shower you in cheap compliments in hopes you’ll reward them with your body. And yes, Yunho did pay for a private show but something about him screams earnesty; like you’re really that pretty to him and he’d be happy to just talk even if you were covered from head to toe with a paper bag over your head.

And it makes you want to surprise him.

“Yunho,” you revel in the way he squirms just from his own name, “do you wanna see the rest of my outfit?”

Yunho nods, eyes tracing the strap of your tank top skating down the curve of your arm. 

Jumping to your feet, you step back in the frame. The satin shorts are just as revealing as any pair of underwear you own. He can glimpse more skin that peaks in and out of view as you give a slow spin; the crease of your thigh, the curve of your ass, and a peak of white lace panties melting against your skin. You can feel Yunho’s eyes take in what you flaunt for him, as if he’s in the room with you and not however many miles away in his own solitude.

“I picked it out for you.” You chime over your shoulder.

The smile on your face is sweet on the surface but sadistic satisfaction runs deep at how so few words fluster him so easily. And his inability to do anything other than provide a choked reply only deepens the ravine.

Cute.

“Do you wanna see the rest of it?”

You're at a proverbial fork in the road. You could take off your top and let Yunho see your bare chest first or you could turn, take off your shorts, and show him the jeweled buttplug he listed as one of his kinks. His reactions make you eager, hungry to see how far you can push him and what you’ll be rewarded with when Yunho reaches his limit.

And the final nail in the coffin, “Sir?”

There's a pause, long enough that you doubt you read the questionnaire right. But Yunho brings himself back up to speed in no time.

Leaning forward, his entire demeanor changes. The tips of his ears still burn red but his face morphs into a controlled impassivity. If you examine him close up, you're sure you’d see the remaining anxiety linger just below the surface. Laying in wait to take over at the first misstep. But you aren’t about to let that happen when you’re just starting to get a taste of what hides beneath such a cute face.

“Show me, pretty girl.”

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[beabeemu]

I'll Die without you

Twitch Streamer + Pro! Soccer Player A/N: I've been wanting to make a nagi fic for a while, So I made this!! Hope you all like it!! this was kind of a rush idea LOL

Nagi Seishirou x Reader

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It was a mutual mistake, the kind that you will laugh at in the future. But you’re not laughing now. 

“Twitch Streamer MeowkIzen is rumored to be dating Professional Football player Nagi Seishirou. After her previous stream, fans claim that they heard the voice of the football player in the background. Read more of the article here at XXXXXX.com” 

“Is Twitch Streamer MeowkIzen Dating Pro! Football player Nagi Seishirou??” 

There were a lot more articles but I stopped reading them already. I slid the phone back to Nagi’s PR manager, he had me read the headlines on Twitter. Everyone is just buzzing about my latest stream. 

It was an innocent mistake. 

Nagi entered your apartment, it was quiet in the main area but he can hear your voice in your office/gaming room. He thought that you were just playing games so he thought that it would be safe to enter. He twisted the doorknob open without knocking. 

 “Babe, what do you want for dinner? I’ll order on post mates” (let’s just pretend that post mates are available in their country) 

The room went radio silent. “Babe?”  

Looking at the fake wall that you put up, based on how much lighting he saw on the other side, he realized that you were on a stream (you know how Pokimane’s set up is, where she put up a fake wall and decorated it to make it look like an actual room? That’s just like how Y/n’s setup is here) 

He froze 

You froze 

Everyone who was watching the stream froze. 

Everyone in the chat was freaking out from the voice because based on their knowledge, you were as single as a pringle. 

But apparently not 

Immediately ending the stream he heard some clicking from your keyboard and mouse. Then he heard some shuffling then you came out of your makeshift room with a look of panic. 

“NAGI! THEY HEARD YOU, WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOCK? NAGI THEY HEARD. THEY WERE ALREADY FREAKING OUT ON THE CHAT.” 

While you were freaking out on Nagi, you heard some Twitter notifications from your phone, and they were A lot 

“And there they are now!!” 

“Hey calm down, they probably wouldn’t even know it was me.” 

“Don’t underestimate them, Shiro” 

Back to now, nagi’s PR manager had given us a call after a few hours when the accident happened. They told us that they were gonna come over the next to discuss the issue. 

“How did they even know that it was me? Can’t we just deny it or something?” 

“That’s why we’re here, we have two options on what to do, 1) to say that it was all a prank or 2) not say anything at all. Of course, the second would need for both of you to not post anything for the next 2 - 3 weeks. So which of the two would you do?” 

“Would they really believe that it was a prank?” 

“It’ll succeed if you just deny and deny everything, But what’s wrong with the second one though?” 

“I can’t do the second one, I have an event I need to go to in a week. It’s in the Philippines you see.” 

“Conquest?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one.” 

“Well, choosing 2 would certainly not be an option” finally the koala beside me made his presence seen. 

“So 1 it is” 

“Yup.”

.

.

.

After 2 days I went and did a stream, not even finishing a round in Valo, they were already asking me about the issue. 

“Are you really dating nagi seishirou” 

As I read the chat, I made it look like I was oblivious to who that was. Basically pretending that I don’t know Nagi. 

“Yeah, um. That was a prank Lol I was acting at that time too. It was a pre-recorded tape. Look I can even play it again” 

So I did, I played the audio that Nagi’s PR made for me. 

 “Babe, what do you want for dinner? I’ll order on post mates” 

“Babe?”

Then I started laughing, “HAHAAHAHAH LMAO, I’m actually  flattered that you guys believed that I have a boyfriend” 

I looked at the chat and some of them were believing me, some were skeptical, and some were not believing any of the BS I was saying. 

“CAP” 

“DUDE GOT ME WORRIED, I THOUGHT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND LOLOL” 

“That tape is so good wtf???? It sounds just like Nagi” 

“BS” 

“THAT'S PURE BS RIGHT THERE” 

And it went on. 

Good thing the issue died down before conquest. At first Nagi wanted to come with me, but I told him no. That resulted in him pouting while I was packing my stuff. He even cried when I left. 

“Sei, stop crying, I’ll only be gone for a week” 

“That’s too long” He sniffled, he wasn’t sobbing or anything. Just silently crying while making me feel bad for leaving him behind 

“I’ll be back before you know it”

“Remind me again why I can’t come with you?” He hiccuped as he held both of my hands. He was blocking my view of the closet. 

“Because, we just got out of an issue, and the last thing we need is for that to resurface, and you have practice tomorrow” 

I let go of his hands, but he quickly pulled me against him and continued his silent crying. 

When I arrived at the convention, the fans were really nice, they gave me stuff, some merch, and handmade things that they made. One even gave me Nagi’s jersey as a joke, they laughed when they saw it. Everyone in the room of the meet-and-greet was aware of what happened in the stream, along with the “rumors”. As we continued the meet-and-greet some fans showed some fan art, had me do tiktoks with them, and some asked me about the dating rumor.  

I did some sightseeing before going home and went with some fellow streamers who teased me endlessly about the issue. I was lowkey getting fed up lol. During nighttime, I would face time with Sei, he would be dramatic when I would tell him that I wanted to sleep already. 

“You would literally play games until 3 am, and it’s only 11 there” 

“I’m tired sei” I set the phone standing against the lamp on my bedside table as I got comfortable in the bed. 

Sei frowned but gave in, letting you rest. But said that he would call you early in the morning tomorrow. You said thank you and then fell asleep, sei frowned some more, but he didn’t end the call. He just let the call go on as you slept, he soon fell asleep too. So you were surprised when you saw the ongoing call with Sei sleeping with his mouth slightly open. 

You took a screenshot, which woke Sei up. 

“I missed you” The second your foot stepped in the car, sei aggressively (just a little bit of force though, h just missed you so much y’know) pulled you against him, almost dragging you to him. Sei wasn’t allowed to wait for you inside the airport so he had his manager get you. 

“I was gone for a week sei” 

“It felt like a year” I rolled my eyes at his over-dramatic nature. 

“What are you gonna do with me sei?” 

“I’ll probably die” 

I just chuckled as the driver drove away from the parking lot of the airport. 

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[pandorascripts]

hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for a katniss x fem reader imagine to safe and sound by taylor swift

safe and sound

pairing: katniss everdeen/reader.

cw: death, angst, description of body mutilation, bombs, major character death, gale. LOL.

note: I wanted to make this a cute little fix where Katniss sings the reader to sleep and then heads off to fight Snow, but I was like fuck it let’s kill r. ALSO! MY FIRST KATNISS REQUEST! THANK U!!!

based on Safe & Sound (Taylor’s Version). some lyrics used.

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As Katniss watches the explosions take lives and hope, her eyes catch something for a moment— a bright gleam in the dissipating dust. 

Her feet drag her along the road, tears pricking her eyes. Dead bodies lay scattered across the ground, some missing arms or legs. Katniss stumbles upon a woman, her arms wrapped around a little girl in a yellow jacket— the girl she had seen just moments before, breathing and alive. She chokes back her sob, refusing to let herself be any more somber than she already is. Katniss has to be strong for the cameras and her so-called army. She has to show Snow he doesn’t have an affect on her. 

As she walks around more; dodging bodies of all shapes and sizes— mainly smaller figures, she trips on something hard. A rough cough comes from where she had kicked and Katniss looks down. The idea of a probable survivor makes her fill with hope, but it’s quickly snatched away from her when she sees who it is. 

“Hey, Kat,” you mumble out, exhaustion getting the better of you. 

For a moment Katniss can only stand there, shakily breathing in horror at your fucked up state. There’s a large amount of blood coming from your torso, half of your head covered in it too. Dust sticks to your cracked lips, large, watery eyes looking up at her. 

Katniss sits down, adjusting you off the floor and into her lap so she can hold you and apply pressure. She knows it won’t help, there’s too much damage, but the obvious knowledge doesn’t deter her. 

“You were supposed to be farther back. Why?” she asks, taking a break every few seconds to control her shaky tone. 

Your hand lifts from the ground, a hand that’s no doubt fractured or broken, and holds onto Katniss’ forearm. You give her a light squeeze, a rough cough breaking the silence. 

“I wanted to—“ you hack up again, a little blood staining your lips red, “wanted to help.”

Katniss can’t say anything in the fear she’ll break down. She wants to be strong. Not for the cameras, not for Snow, not for her unwanted army— she wants to be strong for you. You’re dying, and Katniss can’t do anything about it. 

“You did. You did help.”

You nod weakly in her arms, your eyes watching the sunset in front of you. You don’t wanna go, you don’t know what happens when you die. Is heaven really real? If so, did you make the requirements? What if you didn’t? Surely your sacrifice would make up for it? Maybe you’d go to Valhalla, or maybe there was just nothing. Maybe after death you were only greeted by nothingness. With that horrific thought you tighten your grip on Katniss and take a deep breath. It comes out a harsh wheeze and your lungs sting from the effort. 

“Will you sing?” you ask her, a tight cough coming out after. 

Katniss’ other hand has gone to stroking your hair, moving the dried-up pieces away from your sticky forehead. “Yeah.”

You eyes look back to the sunset, Katniss’ soft voice singing in the background. 

“I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I’ll never let you go.”

Her soft voice starts to put you at ease, no doubt with the help of her featherlight touch. The sunset looks beautiful from where you’re laying. If you took out the immense amount of pain you’re in and the conditions of which this is happening, you could almost pretend that it was a date. Like one of those dates way back when you were just two lowly girls in district twelve— fighting and hunting for meals. You didn’t have a family, both of your parents died in the mines, but Katniss took you in. She taught you how to trap, and kill, and skin— Katniss saved you. 

“Thank you, Kat—Katniss,” you spitter out, coughs becoming more violent and frequent the longer you speak. 

Her singing stops and you feel a light, hesitant kiss on your head. 

Katniss goes back to singing, each word getting more cracked and breathy. “Just close your eyes,” she sings, “the sun is going down.”

You eyes flicker close, Katniss’ soothing voice fading in and out. 

“Come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound.”

The pain has stopped now, replaced by a peace as your body begins to shut down. 

“No one can hu—“

Katniss stops abruptly, you chest no longer moving up and down. Everything that she’s been withholding shatters, than dam of tears bursting through and clogging her vision. She presses her head against yours, gasping. “Please,” she whispers, barely coherent through her chocked sobs. “No, no, no.”

Now that you’re gone, Katniss tightens her hold on you, the watery squelch buried beneath her broken sobs. Her face is puffy and red by the time the rests of the troops make it to her, each and every one of them takes off their hat. Katniss doesn’t look up to see it, her eyes shut tight as they all stoop to one knee.

Katniss continues crying for God knows how long, despair and grief filling her body more than the blood that fuels it. 

Katniss doesn’t start screaming until a rebel tries to pick her up, her kicks and shouts not deterring him. Even as she bangs against his chest, is heaved onto his shoulder, she doesn’t relent. Your lifeless body starts getting farther, and father, and farther, and farther until it’s no longer in Katniss’ sight. 

Her voice is raw and husky from screaming, lungs crying out to get a proper breath. Katniss is only filled with rage when she’s set down, Gale’s face blurring into view. 

“You fucker!” she hollers, smacking his cheek. 

He turns slightly, wiping his face from where Katniss had angrily spat, still indifferent to her behavior. 

“Go get some sleep, Katniss.” He walks off, leaving her in all of her thoughts. 

Katniss won’t be able to sleep tonight. In fact, she doesn’t think she would call it exaggeration if she believed she’d never sleep another night. 

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss x you #catching fire #mockingjay #the hunger games trilogy #the hunger games #jennifer lawrence #imagine #fluff #oneshots #light angst #angst #character death #pandorascript

[oldwitcheshat]

Big Steddie and obviously I’ve been reading 500+ ficlets and they have been plaguing my brain. Needless to say, I decided to write something and it is 100% made up of ideas from across lots of fics. Plus it’s Steddie Omegaverse week and I’m a hopeless sap for omega Steve/Alpha Eddie.

Be warned: this is not proof read.

Also, the baby’s name is the same as the one from Junos Steddie Dads even if the fics are not of the same premise. He is just the one that made me first obsess over this pairing in the first place.

Day 6 of Steddie Omegaverse: pregnancy

Omega Steve has been a Streamer since he dropped his title in high school. After babysitting Dustin - who watched his favorite streamers and would non-stop talk about them- he began to stream. Originally, it was just for fun. Then three years after high school, he announces his move to LA with his best friend Robin and a few others. Overtime, his reaction and drama takes became more and more popular - even more popular are the videos and streams his platonic soulmate Robin joins him. While he wasn’t the most famous streamer, he was well known.

After being cleared of falsely accused murder charges, Alpha Eddie moves to LA and is quickly followed by Gareth Jeff, and Freak. Eddie picks up working nights at bars and eventually convinces the owners to let his band - Corroded Coffin - play. One night a producer sees them and recognizes their talent pretty quickly. They get signed and are suddenly doing tours and interviews and releasing new albums.

Those who follow Steve’s channel and those who are fans of Corroded Coffin know that Steve and Eddie have mates. Eddie gushes over his omega in interviews and shows a sweet side of him not seen in concerts. Steve talks about toxic-alphaism and how his alpha proves that people can be alphas without being a dick. What their fans don’t know is that they are mated to each other.

It started as Steve wanting to protect Eddie from his stream fans after all the traumatic spotlight Eddie went through in Hawkins. But when Corroded Coffin popped off it became a game to see how long it would take their fans to notice.

But no one noticed that Steve played the acoustic, non lyrical versions of Eddie’s songs played in the background of all his streams. And no one noticed that Eddie’s tour breaks lined up with the same weeks Steve takes off of streaming for his heat. When someone in chat points out that him and Eddie have the same last name, Steven shrugs and says they must be related through marriage somewhere in their family. People definitely don’t notice the same Dustin that runs a popular Corroded Coffin fan account also runs an equally as popular Steve fan account.

One day on an interview, Eddie announced that Corroded Coffin is taking a break from tours for a couple of years. When asked why, he announces on live tv that his omega is pregnant. Everyone is so excited but are disappointed when Eddie says that he isn’t telling who his omega is.

“It’s on his terms when he wants to come to the public eye and I respect that” Eddie says already knowing that Steve is very much in the public eye, just in a different way.

That same night, Steve streams and announces his pregnancy with Robins help. Chat goes wild and Steve laughs saying that he’s not going to put his mate on blast until his mate is ready to be seen. It’s the same excuse Eddie uses and one they have agreed have used several times.

Eddie is in interviews less and less as he and Steve prep for their baby to be born. Steve, however, posts more videos and streams more about baby things and no one notices that his mates voice in the background sounds a lot like Eddie Munsons.

They both say in their own ways that they aren’t going to discover their baby’s gender until they are born. They don’t want to put pressure on who their child is before they are even born.

People only begin noticing and connecting the points when they both post the same photo announcing the birth of their new baby girl Bobbie. And if it’s a photo of Eddie hugging Steve and Bobbie shortly after she was born, that’s okay too.

#this is my first fanfic #since like middle school #don’t judge me #Steddie #Omegaverse #Steddie Omegaverse week #omega Steve #alpha Eddie #mpreg mentioned #streamer Steve and metal star eddie #non canon

[ohgeeoh]

These panels changed my life so, before the next chapter comes out, here's my take on what happens next (a little one-shot blurb about Sero's big moment)

Sero has never seen himself as a hero who will be in the limelight. His quirk isn't eye-catching. He's always been called plain. He's always felt like the background character in his own story.

He knows right now that his confidence is saturated with fear. His eyes are stuck wide, his smile is crooked and trembling. But he feigns his resolve because Midoriya is lying there in a pool of his own blood. Because Sato and Ojirou are fighting too. Because Aizawa-sensei is here. Because this is it. This is the big bad. His tape is slinging across the face of All For One. Just a glimpse of the gnarled hand growing out of what once was Shigaraki Tomura's face makes him want to find a hole to hide in. He's never seen a face look so inhuman. All For One's dark eyes settle on Sero like he's a fly on the wall.

Self-preservation instincts urge him to cower, but he also catches sight of Midoriya's eyes. Midoriya, with blood smeared across his face, looking beaten to hell and back, stares at Sero with eyes blown wide. He looks up in shock and awe. Relief. Hope. Terror.

Sero stares back for a moment, just a moment as he swings himself around in the air. It's long enough that he really sees Midoriya. There's no longer the haze in his vision that comes with a frantic battle. Sero sees, crystal clear, that Midoriya's arms are gone. Stuck in the pool of blood around Midoriya are bloodied stumps.

A wave of nausea washes over Sero as the velocity of his swing sends him towards the ground.

His eyes don't leave Midoriya. The horror of his brutalized state demands Sero's attention. Suddenly, even the looming presence of All For One is put out of mind.

Sero lands, stumbling as he cuts himself free from his line of tap. He runs on trembling legs to where Midoriya lays and drops to his knees.

"Oh god," he whispers to himself, terrified. But his hands are moving. He's pulling on his tape and reaching for the remnants of Midoriya's arms.

Midoriya gasps when he makes contact. The sound will haunt Sero for the rest of his life. It's like Midoriya tries to breathe but there's no air. He chokes and sputters and his gasp turns into a cry of pain as Sero starts circling tape around the stump of his arm.

"I'm sorry," Sero says breathlessly as he works to tie a tourniquet. "I'm sorry."

He can hear the fight around him. Aizawa-sensei is calling to his classmates. Sato is letting out a war cry. The sounds of fists hitting something solid echo in the air.

Midoriya cries out again when Sero starts taping up the wound.

All Sero knows is that he has to stop the bleeding. Midoriya screams, but Sero fights through the fear that the noise sends through him. His movements are jerky and frantic, but he gets the job done. He tapes up what's left of Midoriya's arms. The white is already turning red, but he knows he taped everything up tight enough to slow the bleeding.

"I'm sorry," he says again to Midoriya. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Tears are streaming down both their faces. He doesn't know how Midoriya is still conscious, but then again Midoriya has always been on another level.

Midoriya has always been destined to be a hero, to be the main character, to shine in the limelight.

Midoriya's chest heaves. He pulls in another painful breath and forces his gaze on Sero again.

"Sero," he chokes out.

"Hey, man," Sero says. "Hey."

Someone shouts. Sero glances up and sees Ojirou being thrown through the air.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

Panic rises in his chest again. He feels it in his whole being.

"S-Sero," Midoriya says again.

Sero opens his eyes.

He pushes down his panic when he sees the feeling reflected in Midoriya's expression.

"It's okay, man," Sero says.

He doesn't know why he says that. The words tumble out and for some reason he and Midoriya try to take them as truth.

Sero takes a grounding breath and then gathers Midoriya in his arms, hauling him up so they're pressed together, back to chest. He puts his eyes back on the fight.

He has a job now. He guards Midoriya, even when All For One's dead eyes meet his gaze.

Sero thinks of Midoriya's determination, something that Sero has seen in action time and time again. It's what makes his classmate such a good hero. So Sero finds his own determination.

He'll never be a member of class 1A that makes headlines. He will never be a hero that tops the charts. He is insignificant, he is plain, but none of that matters.

He is going to get Midoriya out of here.

He is going to save him.

#had to read an article about accidental amputation before i wrote this #mha 419 #mha 419 spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #sero hanta #izuku midoriya #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha leaks #mha angst

[bakubunny]

OMG HI. JUST READ YOUR KIND HEARTED HERO AND I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVED IT!! ITS AMAZING AND I ACTUALLY FELT SO CONNECTED WITH Y/N IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT LIKE AS A MEDIUM SIZE WOMAN I FELT SO HAPPY WITH THIS AND IM WONDER IF YOU CAN DO MORE LIKE HEAD CANNONS OR DRABLE OF THIS!!

Like we’re would Eijiro take us to a date? I feel like maybe a small cozy cafe or a morden large five star restaurant! I find those good choices since Y/N does give out the vibe of “I like small, simple and cute things but also fancy, expansive places.”

Another thing if bakugou or the whole squad asks him how was his time with us and if we stayed over for Netflix and to chill (something denki would say lol) and we just over heard that lol.

Yes it’s a lot sorry It’s just since MHA started streaming like mid 2016 for me I always notice him as a background character and seen the way he’s grown and I absolutely love and adore him with all of my heart!😊

i’m so glad you enjoyed! ☺️ i tried to include some of the thought process that might happen in the moment that i don’t always see in fics and i think it ended up translating well.

first date: surprise picnic at one of eijirou’s favorite places with a scenic view. man’s already thinking long term cause he’s pretty sure he knows what he wants. and he’s always thought this would be a romantic place to come back to in the future. he’d make all the food himself (read: he’d beg katsuki to help him impress you because he’s a fantastic cook; katsuki ends up doing most of the work and eijirou helps), buy your favorite flowers and put them in a vase when he picks you up, and clean up nice. he’s not sure why, but he’d be nervous and indecisive about whether or not to style his hair the way he always does or put it back in a bun, but don’t worry, mina’s already on her way to help a man out with such an important decision. (you can thank her for the bun; it means you can run your fingers through his hair later should the moment arise, and he hadn’t even thought of that until she suggested it.) he’d bring along more than one fluffy blanket and an extra sweatshirt - one for the grass and one to snuggle up in if you need it. he’d also try and find a secluded spot because he’s always lowkey dreamed of late night stargazing and romantic sex under the stars. don’t worry about getting cold, either. eijirou is a human furnace and will keep you plenty warm.

i feel like eijirou is the kind of person who would be pretty private once he meets someone he really likes, so he makes a point to make sure to talk to his friends after you’ve left because he knows how mina and denki can get. mina sweetly convinces katsuki to make a big dinner or something, and next thing eijirou knows, he’s walking in to katsuki and hitoshi talking in the kitchen while mina, denki, and hanta are whispering speculations about what happened. they ask a ton of questions, and denki makes some insinuation about ‘netflix and chill.’ eijirou gets red to the tips of his ears (which is unusual for him to be this flustered about it), simply says that you stayed the over and it was a really great night, and moves on to gushing about your pets or something else he really likes about you. hanta is the only one who takes the hint and can tell that you might be different to him than the rest, and steers the conversation with eijirou, which he’s very thankful for.

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[megumishousewife]

Streamer/ Youtuber Megumi x Chubby Streamer/Youtuber Reader

A/N: I have been gone for a MINUTE so imma try and make this lil story the best I can because I’m really doing this because I had an idea one night. Annndddd even though this is more oriented to plus size girls, I want everyone to enjoy this piece. ANYWAYS…

For today’s stream, your chat decided to play a little bit of Resident Evil 4 since it was a new game popping off at the time. You’re a big horror fan so this makes this even better, but you were a little late to the party, seeing that other youtubers and streamers had already beaten you to the punch. You told your fans that even if they have probably seen other people play the game before you, all that matters is that they are getting the uncut Y/N version so they are in for a good one.

 “Just letting you guys know that we are donating to a charity that helps families in need of major necessities so please donate and help the cause. If we do raise past the goal today, I might let you guys pick your rewards. Maybe a 24 hour stream or another vlog, but it’s up to you guys,” you said with a smile.

You watched as your chat was lit up with multiple comments and you just laughed at the excitement of your fans. Even though you probably pull in 10k a stream, you want to make all ten thousands of your fans happy. Also on your youtube channel, Y/N Games, you have already reached 1 million subscribers, which you told everyone was a big milestone. Continuing on, you played RE4 for a good three hours with nothing but a few deaths, multiple donations, giggles, and you simping over Leon because who wouldn’t.

You said, “Y’all, if I was in the zombie apocalypse and I had to have one of my crushes save me...you guys already know who he is.”

Your fans already know how much you gush over the streamer,Megumi Fushiguro, aka Megs. You always found his stoic attitude very sexy and the jokes he made were very similar to yours. You could probably go on for hours talking about this man since you found him way before you even considered doing content. He has probably around an average of 25k viewers and 5 million subscribers on Youtube. You always talk about how you see him at conventions and never speak to him because you were scared of what he would think of you. For some reason, your stream was blowing up the chat about him and that he’s live right now with his best friends, Nobara and Yuji, who are also content creators. 

You laughed, “Guys, I will react to their stream tomorrow, butttt I see that we have reached our goal of donations! Thank you guys so much and we can actually take these last few minutes to discuss what you guys want for your reward.”

After looking at the comments for 5 minutes, you have narrowed down to 3 options.

“You guys really want me to come out of my comfort zone with these,” you said with a nervous laugh, “Option One: collab with fav youtuber or streamer. Two, ask out my fav youtuber or streamer. Or three, prank calling my streamer friends. This decision isn’t up to me, so I will put a poll on my twitter so you guys can take a vote on what we should do. It will be open for 24 hours so you guys can pop in anytime to vote. Thank you so much, I love you guys and good nigghtttt!”

You clicked off the “end stream” button and you felt your heart pounding out of your chest. The first two options were already embarrassing because how in the hell were you going to get in contact with Megumi. And knowing your fans, they were not going to do the last one because it’s too easy. Sighing, you got up to take a shower and flopped on your big bed. Just for background noise, you turned on another plus sized youtuber that you always watched do a random storytime while you got to work. The fastest thing to do was to upload the VOD of tonight's stream that one of your mods saved to your youtube channel. since you stream Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; you didn’t want your youtuber watchers to miss out on your newest gameplay. Next, you went to Twitter and uploaded the poll, feeling a small pit in your stomach. You also saw that you were tagged in a video of Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji rating Youtubers and streamers. You pressed play and saw what was about to unfold.

Nobara said, “Next one is plus sized youtuber and streamer, Y/N games!”

You could feel your face flush up instantly. What. The. Fuck. They are rating you out of all people and the only thing you can do is brace yourself for what to come because when it comes down to being a plus sized content creator, or just being plus sized in general, you have to be thick skinned and not let the hate get to you. But, the friend group actually took you by surprise. 

“Not gonna lie, she kinda bad! Megumi, you’re silent. The fans need your feedback,” Yuji said, nugging his best friend.

Megumi looked as if he’s even embarrassed to say anything but he managed to get a few words out as his face reddened.

“She’s pretty,” Megumi said, keeping his response short. 

Nobara and Yuji laughed as the chat was blowing up saying he might have a crush, but you rolled your eyes and logged out of Twitter for the night to go to sleep. Even though your body felt tired from the day’s work of streaming, editing, and sending emails, you couldn’t take your mind off of Megs’ face when he called you pretty.

“Maybe I’m just in over my head,” you thought to yourself.

After trying to let the thought pass as best as possible, you allowed yourself to drift into a deep sleep.

Don’t jump me! I know this is a little short but I think I’m going to post them in sections because chile, I’m acting like I haven’t typed in forever. But I hoped yall enjoyed it!!!

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jjk

[ladymarycrawley]

Beach days and starry nights - Mason  Mount

Request:  Mason teaching your little baby boy how to swim while on summer vacay maybe

Warning: dad! Mason at its finest (yes, it’s clearly inspired to that pic Jaz gifted us with 🙈)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby​

Holiday time had finally arrived so you could spend a couple of weeks away from all the stress and crazy life you had to deal with on a daily basis in London. The thing you were looking forward the most about the holidays was having the chance to enjoy some quality time together with your boyfriend and your little son, with some crystal clear water and breathtaking landscapes in the background.

The idea of spending some romantic moments with Mason in particular, made you eager to be alone with him but with a three-year-old hurricane it was literally impossible. 

"Dadaaa" He tiredly opened his eyes as he was slung on the deck chair sunbathing. You were seated next to him, your legs stretched out on his lap just to tease him as his fingers were brushing over your thighs.

"Mhh?"

"I wanna learn to swim!"

"You're still too young, honey, maybe next year"

"Nooo please!!"

That three-year-old chap was always so full of energy and willingness to learn new things everyday he was literally unstoppable. 

He started tugging at Mason's hand for him to go towards the sea.

Your boyfriend grunted but in less than a minute he was already up, ready to play with his son.

"Can we go, mummy?" Mason asked you, smiling like an idiot behind his dark sunglasses. 

You tried to suppress a smile and agreed. "Okay fine but be careful! And keep an eye on your dad, baby" You whispered to Nate's ear, pretending Mason didn't hear you.

"Don't worry mummy!" You laughed out loud, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Mason, be careful” You warned him sternly, as you saw him getting closer to the water with your baby in his arms. "Make him wear his water wings"

“I’m the best dad ever, don’t worry!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, as you took a seat on the sunbed without losing sight of your men. The only thing that helped you keep track of them was your boyfriend's highlighter-orange shorts (yeah, they could be seen also in the mist and they made his bum look even more perfect but you'd never admit it, at least not when your son was still there with you).

"Okay man, wear your water wings first, otherwise your mum will get very angry with the both of us" Mason held the bright coloured plastic things for the little boy to put them on before he could start with his lesson.

From the sunbed you were chilling on, you looked at them with the most tender smile: your boyfriend was there motioning Nate all the movements he'd have done with his arms, explaining then how to keep his head to breathe underwater. They were so sweet yet exhilarating, even more so when Nate picked up on how to move his feet to stay afloat, splashing driplets of water right onto Mason’s face who tried to take cover by moving his head to the side.

Hearing their laughters and seeing them bonding was enough to fill your heart with joy, visible in the little tear that streamed down your face before you could even stop it.

Nate was so happy about the new things learnt with his dad he couldn’t stop talking about them during lunch and for the rest of the day too. He only stayed quiet when it was time for his afternoon nap.

“If you stay quiet I’ll buy you the biggest ice-cream ever”

“Mase!” You jokingly punched him on his arm “Bribing a kid is so vile”

“Yeah but at least our ears can have a break”

You shook your head as he leant forward to kiss your cheek.

“Mummy, can you come swimming with me?”

“Yeah, so your daddy can stay here thinking about his despicable actions” Mason smirked as he took in your figure getting up from the sun bed, ready to go and take a dip. He bit on his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to roam his hands over your body.  You warned him to stay quiet only with the use of your glare

That day at the beach soon came to an end and, needless to say, your baby boy was so tired he couldn’t even keep his eyes open while having dinner.

At night you were there, reading Nate his bedtime story as he was looking at the dark blue sky punctuated with bright stars outside the window. 

"Mummy?"

"Tell me, sweetie" You smiled as you ran your hand through his dark hair.

"You know daddy told me he's so proud of me?"

"I bet he is! You're the most awesome kid ever" You leant forward to kiss his forehead. 

"And he told me he loves me more than all the stars in the sky"

"You mean to the moon and back?"

"No, he told me he loves me more than all the stars!"

"Is that so? So I love you more than all the stars and all the planets"

"It's not possible!" He tells you laughing wholeheartedly. 

"Who says it is not possible??"

Your son's laughter got even louder as you started tickling him, calling Mason's attention. 

"Hey what's all this noise? What's happening?"

"Mama told me she loves me more than all the stars and all the planets"

"Oh really?" Mason took a seat on the bed so he was now beside you and you were both facing Nate. "It can't be possible cause I love you more than all the stars, all the planets and the Moon!" 

You looked at him agape, pretending to be shocked by his answer, making your son giggle.

"How dare you?? I love him more than all the stars, all the planets, the Moon and the Sun!"

"Oh oh, you're so damn wrong baby! And what about the galaxies?"

"What is galaxies?"

"Galaxies are little families of stars, just like you, me and daddy"

You both smiled when a yawn left Nate's lips.

"Okay little star, time to sleep now" Mason smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Dada?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we swim again tomorrow?"

"Of course, champ. Can't wait to"

Mason's smile was still there on his lips, not the slightest hint of it leaving them. He gently held his hand in his, brushing his thumb over his tiny fingers.

"Mama?"

"Mhh?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

"And what about me?" Mason asked, pretending to be offended. 

"I love you too" Nate admitted giggling.

"Much better now"

You both waited for him to fall asleep before you left his bedroom and got a seat on the porch, so you could let the fresh breeze lull you and watch the starry sky above you. 

Mason lighlty tapped on his thigh for you to sit on his lap, making you smile as you did so.

"Sky's so beautiful"

"Yes it is" He brushed his lips against your cheek. "Do you love me more than all the stars and everything or is it just for that little one?"

Mason's slight jealousy made you giggle as you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"You're my stars and everything" You whispered, grazing his stubbly cheek with your thumb before placing a kiss on his jaw. Even if it was pitch dark at that time, you could notice the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"I love you to the moon and back" He looked down at you, his fingers lightly dancing on your skin.

"That's not true, you love Nate more"

"What are you saying?? I should love you only for the fact that you brought him into the world"

"Only for that?"

"Of course" He giggled against your wrinkled lips, waiting for him to kiss them.

"When are we going to make baby number two?"

"Is it an excuse to hide your horny self?"

"No, I really think we should give Nate a little brother"

"What about a little sister?"

"Even better"

What was the saying? Those who have time do not waste time? Well, that night you two took it quite literally…

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #mason mount fics #mason mount imagines #dad! mason #chelsea #chelsea imagines #chelsea fics #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football imagines #football fics #football writing #premier league #premier league imagines

[vendettaparker]

The Art of Scraping Through: Chapter Three—Strange Perfections

Summary: You and Tom finally get a moment to yourselves, leading to a much needed calm. Though after a calm, always follows a storm.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: swearing, angst, relationship drama, mentions of sex, typos

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

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You were thankful for Octavia in moments like this. Moments when you didn’t want to confront your problems, so you instead chose to distract yourself with something else—or in this case, someone else—instead. As promised, you and Tom took Octavia to get ice cream on the way home, and neither of you could get enough of her babblings about her day. She giggled and waved her hands around as she excitedly and animatedly told you about the games she played and the friends she made. 

“And then at snack Miss Mabel gave us goldfish, that’s my favorite,” she exclaimed with a big smile on her face. 

“Really?” you nodded, “We’ll have to buy you some then.” you smiled, wiping her mouth that was getting covered in sticky chocolate. 

“How many kids were in your group?” Tom asked. 

“A lot,” Octavia said, “now I have so many friends like you.”

“You probably have way more than me, kiddo,” Tom chuckled, ruffling her hair. 

By the time you made it back to the house, it was time to have dinner and then get Octavia to bed. All to be done with silence between you and Tom, the only words coming from either of you were whenever Octavia prompted them. Harry eyed the two of you at the dinner table and he could tell something was off. Not wanting to be in the middle of whatever spat you and Tom had going on, he quickly excused himself to his room after the dishes were all in the dishwasher. 

“Come on, O,” you walked into the living room, drying your hands with a dish rag as you spoke, “it’s time for bed.” It was well past her bedtime actually, but she kept both you and Tom distracted from each other, so neither of you enforced your previous rule of ‘In bed by eight’. 

“Okay,” Octavia yawned, setting her dolls into their little bed inside her dollhouse before getting up and meeting you at the stairs, “tuck me in?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, following her up the stairs. She didn’t put up a fight over bedtime (she hardly ever did) this time because she was already so tired after such an exhausting day. You were thankful for that, not thinking you’d be able to handle a tantrum right now. 

When you came back downstairs, Tom was busy on his laptop, answering emails with Bob’s Burgers, your favorite show, streaming in the background. You sat on the same couch as him but kept your distance. You curled in on yourself, feeling almost awkward as you watched the show before you. 

Still, even after he closed his laptop and turned the lights off, Tom didn’t say a word to you. He just watched the show in silence alongside you. You watched his every move—the furrow in his brow, the clench of his jaw—and internalized it. Even just the slight twitch of his lips, as if he was itching to say something, made you feel attacked. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Are you mad at me?” you asked quickly. 

“Yes,” Tom answered honestly, not bothering to look away from the TV. 

You didn’t say anything else for the rest of the episode. There were only ten minutes left and you’d seen this one hundreds of times surely, but for some reason, it felt like it went on for eternity, especially now that you had Tom’s anger weighing on your mind. 

What would you even say? You understood why Tom was upset. It was quite simple really, and part of you even knew that you were in the wrong, but the other part of you still wanted to keep fighting. Just imagining talking to Tom about your past, fearing he wouldn’t understand why you did what you did, made you sick. Eventually, after what felt like hours of excruciating silence, you said the only thing you could think of. 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, tears in your waterline threatening to fall.

Tom sighed, finally looking at you, at how small you seemed at that moment. This was probably the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him so far, and yet all it was was a short apology and a few tears. 

“(Y/N),” Tom reached over and placed his hand on your ankle, “I still love you, I just—” he shook his head, “I just want you to be able to talk to me. If you feel like you can’t talk to me about your past, then what are we doing? You have to…” Tom sighed, “trust me.” 

“I do trust you, Tom.”

“You’ve said that before,” Tom pressed his lips into a thin line, “and if it were true then we wouldn’t be at odds right now.” 

You knew he was right. This hadn’t been the first time Tom’s been frustrated with your communication, it’s just been the longest he’s taken to forgive you and the harshest he’s been with his anger. 

“I’m just frustrated,” Tom said, getting up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a pillow from our room and sleep on the couch tonight.” 

“No, wait,” you grabbed Tom’s wrist, “please don’t.” 

“I’m really tired, (Y/N),” Tom sighed, “let’s just go to bed.” 

“I don’t want to go to bed fighting.” 

“We don’t always get what we want,” Tom shrugged, pulling away from you and heading for the stairs.

Tom expected you to make your way up to bed as well. You were tired after the day and the next was just as busy, as your days always were, and it was already pushing midnight. He didn’t expect to find you still in the living room with your head in your hands, crying. He seldom saw you cry. He did a couple of weeks ago, but it seemed even then that you were unaware of the strong emotions you were feeling, maybe even fighting them off like you were so attuned to. But this time, you were fully accepting it. You let the tears fall freely as you tried to wipe them away, one after the other. 

When you saw Tom watching you, you looked up at him with the most pitiful looked he’d ever seen. Your brows were furrows and your mouth was set in a deep frown, bottom lip quivering. It took a few tries to find your voice and when you did, it was unsure, as if you were telling a secret, and in a way you were. 

“My brother got my parents killed three weeks after I turned eighteen,” you told Tom, leaning forward on your elbows against your thighs, “and when he…” you took a breath, “when he was taken into custody for the accident, I didn’t bail him out, even though I had the money to. So he didn’t get to go to their funeral, I wouldn’t let him.”

“Darling,” Tom dropped his pillow and blanket and sat next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and let you rest in his embrace. 

“I don’t like talking about it because it makes me sad,” you sniffled, “and because I feel bad about what I did. I never forgave him before he died, and I—” you cut yourself off with a sob, “I feel worse because I don’t think I do. I can’t forgive him. He took something so important from me. My mom and dad were my whole world, Tom,” you looked up at him, “I loved them so much. I never wanted to go back home even after Chet go out of jail because it just hurt too bad. It still hurts so fucking much to even talk about…”

Tom took your in his and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with his thumb, an assurance that he was listening, “When I came to New York, I went straight from audition to audition,” you explained, “and I liked it that way. I didn’t have time to be sad, and when I was acting then I wasn’t me. I got to be someone else who was better than I am. I got to be someone who handled things better than I ever could and who didn’t let all of this family drama crush her.”

“There is no one better than you, (Y/N),” Tom took your face in his hands and wiped your tears away, “and this isn’t some petty family drama—this is serious stuff. This is the kind of stuff I want you to be able to talk about, even if it makes you sad because the only way to move past all of it is to confront it.” 

You pulled away with a shake of your head, “I sound so stupid,” you sniffled, “I hate sounding so…needy and broken.” 

“No, no,” Tom pressed a kiss to your head, “you don’t sound like that at all. You sound like someone who’s held it all in for too long. I love you so much, and I would never hold any of that against you.”

“Can we just go to bed?” you asked in a small voice. 

Tom nodded with a hum, “Do you want me to come up with you?”

You nodded against Tom’s shoulder and let him lead you up to your room, where he held you throughout the night. 

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“So you two made up?” Emily asked as the two of you drove to set after dropping Octavia off at daycare. 

“I guess,” you shrugged, “but I don’t know. I still feel really bad and I feel like I just completely trauma dumped on him last night. I hate doing that.” 

“You definitely didn’t,” Emily said, “he was literally begging you to be more open. Besides, it was actually traumatic what you went through and Tom kind of has a right to know.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “still, I just feel crummy today. Do we have time to get a coffee?” 

“No, but I can drop you off and grab one,” Emily offered. 

“Okay, that works,” you nodded, “also, messages? I’ve been awol for a day from my phone.” 

“Right,” Emily pulled up her notes. She always kept a list of things she needed to relay back to you. “Filming ends this Friday and there’s a wrap party you and Tom already RSVPed to on Saturday night at Copacabana. There’s also a mini get-together at Lightbox that Brad is hosting, no need to RSVP, but you should probably let him know if you’re going or not. I left room for you to go if you want. I can watch Octavia that night, but not Saturday but I have a list of the babysitters that Brad recommends.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, “continue.” 

“Um, let’s see,” Emily scrolled through her phone, “you have a photoshoot on Sunday for Versace, their new collection of scarves, they sent you a package they also want you to post sometime this week, but I can get that done and scheduled for you. Monday you have time in the studio scheduled and then a meeting with Buzzfeed. They want to film a puppy interview with you connected to this next project. Then Tuesday you go to Cannes for the film festival. I have several designers that have reached out asking to dress you, let me know which one you want me to get back to—”

“Wait, you haven’t picked a designer yet?” you asked. 

“No,” Emily looked up from her phone, “I wanted to leave it up to you.”

“Did you tell the director of the festival that I’d be attending?” 

“Not yet, I figured you’d want to announce that with the designer you’d be wearing, but I did get the plane ticket already, so that’s all set up—”

“Cancel it,” you decided.

“What?” 

“Cancel it. I can go next year and I went two years ago, it’s really not like I’m missing anything. Plus, it doesn't have any plus ones so I can’t take O, and I doubt she’d enjoy sitting there for hours on end anyways.” 

“But—” 

“What do I have scheduled for after I get back?” 

“Um,” Emily scrolled further down in her notes, “let’s see. I have some meetings lined up but that’s pretty much it, then there’s some free space I’m working on getting filled, and then press begins.” 

“Hm,” you thought for a moment, “how many of those meetings can be rescheduled or canceled?” 

“Well, all of them I guess, but—”

“Okay, then reschedule the ones that have to be in person and change all the other ones to an email. I hate going to meetings that could’ve just been emails.”

“Okay,” Emily nodded, “but what about you? You’ll be free for the next three weeks then—”

“Exactly,” you smiled, “so then I can go to London with Tom. I’ve been dying to see his family again and they’ve been asking to meet O. It works better this way.”

You were pulling up to set as Emily began frantically tapping away at her phone, no doubt rearranging the schedule and making notes of who she needed to call to cancel and reschedule you with. 

You dug into your purse for a couple of tens to hand Emily before you got out of the car. “Get me a venti caramel iced macchiato with almond milk and extra caramel drizzle, and get something for yourself too.” 

“Okay,” Emily took the money before going back to her phone, “I’ll get to calling and rescheduling these for you. I’ll have the schedule done and updated by lunch.” 

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After last night Tom didn’t know what to think or feel. He left hours before you’d even gotten up to go for a run and clear his mind, and then the minute he got back, he hopped into the shower, avoiding any interaction with you. He and Harry were out the door as you got Octavia ready for daycare. 

“I think (Y/N) is going through a lot right now,” Harrison said over the phone that was connected to the car as Tom and Harry drove to set. Harrison was Tom’s go-to for advice. Being his best mate ‘n all, Harrison always knew what to say and always only had Tom’s best interests at heart. “She’s shut down emotionally and that’s not an easy fix in someone.” 

“I know,” Tom sighed, “and last night, I feel like I pushed her too far. I mean, I know I had a right to be angry and annoyed, but still, seeing her so upset—I didn’t mean to hurt her like that. I know she had some stuff that she didn’t want to talk about, but this is some next-level shit. Like, her family issues are so fucked up.” 

“Well, maybe that’s actually what you two needed. That honesty time probably felt really freeing for her. Do you think she’d be interested in therapy?” Harrison suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” Tom mumbled, “but I don’t know. I don’t even wanna bring that up right now. She’s in a fragile place and she’s stressed with work so I just don’t think that would go over well. She seemed shut down this morning. I guess she might’ve just been tired, but I can't help but feel like I did something wrong. I mean, I was really fucking mad at her, but the second I saw her crying, I didn’t really care about my own feelings anymore. Now I just feel bad for being mad in the first place.”

“Tom,” Harrison sighed, “you’re allowed to be upset with someone, even the people you love. I think that the fact that her crying made you stop caring about your own emotions kind of goes to show how much you love her, but at the same time, validate your own feelings, mate. If you two can fight about something and still love each other just the same, then that’s something real. Maybe the therapy thing is something you could both use? ” 

“Couples therapy? I don’t know… I’ve heard some really shitty things about that.”

“Just an idea, mate. You never know until you try it. My aunt and uncle almost got divorced until they gave a marriage counselor a go and no they’re going on forty years of marriage this March. I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them happier.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Haz,” Tom agreed, “It’s something to consider. I want to be with (Y/N) and I love her more than anything. I never want to see her hurt, but I need to feel loved too.” 

“(Y/N) always puts on a brave face,” Harry added to the conversation, “it’s time she let her guard down. If you wanna ask her to marry you then—”

“Wait, you’re proposing?!” Harrison yelled, his voice booming through the speakers of the car, causing Harry to swerve and nearly knock out a fire hydrant. 

“Fuck, div!” Tom cursed, as his hot coffee splashed onto his arm. He slapped Harry’s arm harshly. 

“You didn’t tell him?” Harry asked, taking a breath to collect himself. 

“No,” Tom said, “the only reason you know is because you’re a nosy fucker who found the ring.” He rolled his eyes, wiping up the hot coffee with some napkins he’d found in the glove box. 

“You already have a ring?!” Harrison’s voice was heard again blasting through the car. 

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All you had left was reshoots. Reshoots, touchups, and then promo shots, and you were done. Eight months of work finally to an end, and satisfactory work at that. Nothing felt better than hearing the director's final cut and the applause of the crew. Well, perhaps one thing felt better. 

“Tom? Can we talk?” 

You hadn’t really talked to Tom at all throughout the day, which was unusual. You had seen him of course, and you had been happy to, but you were also so busy between talking with Emily, taking calls, and working on your schedule. Tom didn’t know that though, so when you came up to him, almost hesitantly, asking to talk, after the uneasiness between the two of you, he could only expect the worst. 

So he said, “Do we have to?” 

“What?” 

“Look, if this is about us or our relationship, I’d just rather not talk about it.” 

“Oh,” you looked down and rubbed your arms. Tom winced at the way you physically seemed to curl into yourself. 

“No, I mean—” Tom sighed and reached out for you, only for you to pull away, only minutely, “I just don’t want to make any rash decisions right now. I know we’re in a weird place, but I think we should just give it time.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, “I—I’m not breaking up with you…” 

“You’re not?” 

“No, I just wanted to tell you that I canceled my trip to Cannes and all the meetings after so I could go to London with you…” you paused and bit your lip, “if you’re okay with that, I mean,” you added. 

“Darling,” Tom’s voice softened as did his eyes, “of course I’m okay with that. That’s all I could ever want.” He went to hug you, but you backed away before he could wrap his arms around you. You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed, clearly annoyed. 

“I can’t believe you thought I was breaking up with you.” 

“Darling, I really didn’t think that—” Tom tried, but you just sighed and waved your hand in dismissal. 

“It’s fine,” you said.

“No, I just mean that—I mean, yes, I was worried when you asked if we could talk, but I’ve just been in this weird place lately and things between us have been weird, and I don’t know. I just got scared. I’m sorry,” Tom took your hands in his. 

“I’m just kind of annoyed that you’d think I’d be so reckless. Like, why would I end such an important relationship over some trivial fights? I feel like a lot of this is miscommunication maybe, and it’s just upsetting that you think I’d drop you over something so dumb.” 

“No, I don’t think that at all,” Tom said, “really, I think you’re the most planned out, organized person I know, like when it comes to your job—”

“But not when it comes to you?” 

“No,” Tom shook his head, “I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, “can we just not make this into a fight?” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line and nodded, “Yeah, that would probably be best. I have to go to my dressing room anyways,” you pointed your thumb behind you before walking away. 

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Octavia was just a simple, easy-going little girl. You had to hand it to Chet, as much as you hated him, he raised a perfect little angel. That was more than helpful with how the busy schedule you had her on. So when you had to pack things up and head to London, she was more than contented with helping you pick some outfits and toys for her to take. 

“Remember last time we went on a plane ride?” you asked her as you held her little hand in yours in the car. 

“Mhm,” she nodded, not looking up from her little stuffy, the same she’d carried around like an extension of herself since Tom got it for her.  

“Remember how many people there were? That was pretty scary.” 

“Yeah, I don’t like that,” Octavia said. 

“So how about this time you let me hold you? Does that sound okay?” 

“Can Tom hold me?” Octavia asked, looking up at you with bright eyes and a smile on her adorable little face.

She was nearly impossible to say no to. That’s the one flaw you found in this parenting thing you had going on—whenever she looked at you like you owned the world, it just made you want to give it all to her. 

You playfully pouted, “you don’t want me to hold you?”

“Maybe next time,” she offered, “but you have to take turns.” 

It seemed almost like Octavia was aware of her adorableness, she was always admonishing you whenever she thought you were hogging her away from the other people in your lives. She learned all about sharing and taking turns at daycare. She even recited the same motto you’d known since youth as if she were teaching you a very valuable lesson.“Sharing is caring.” 

“You’re very right,” you smiled, ruffling her hair. 

The airport would always be a place that gave you anxiety, especially now that you had a child to look out for. Although you and Tom walked as quickly as you could to your gate, it was impossible not to be seen or recognized. Even more so now that you had something that kept everyone on the edge of their seats. 

It was almost comical how obsessed your fanbase could be. Keyword: almost. There were cute little instances where people would show their love and admiration for you by making fan edits or photo collages and tagging you in them. Back when you were young and fresh-faced into the scene of showbiz, you’d attempt to respond to as many as you could, but now, there were hundreds—thousands a day—you scarcely had the time. Then, there were instances—many instances—where people took their obsession too far. 

It started on Twitter—as it usually does—when the paparazzi pictures of you and Tom at the airport with Octavia were posted. Then after that, any moment that you were outside of the house with Octavia seemed to get captured, even if you never saw the person who took the picture. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get stopped in the street and asked for pictures, but you tried not to oblige whenever you had Octavia with you. Tom, however, could never say no to a fan. So Octavia ended up on his hip for a few shots that inevitably ended up on the internet for everyone to see. 

Most people thought that you and Tom had adopted. Some thought that you’d taken your relationship to the next level, eloped, and adopted a little girl. That wasn’t that crazy of a theory. Reading some of the subreddits for it even made your heart melt, considering that everyone had held you and Tom's relationship in such high regard. 

Then there were a few theorists who thought that Octavia was a baby of yours that you had kept secret and hidden for years. They noticed the little features that the two of you shared, and you had to admit that Octavia and you did bear quite a resemblance, but the timeline these people came up with was too messy to be taken seriously. 

Then there were the people in between—this was a popular crowd—who assumed that you and Tom had gotten a surrogate. It meshed the two theories into one that made the most sense. You had to at least give these people credit, they were persistent in their need for answers. 

So far, though, nobody had actually correctly discovered how Octavia came into your custody. How could they? The story was way more complex than what everyone seemed to speculate. Everyone seemed to think she was a product of true love between you and Tom and your undying devotion to one another, but in reality, her past and yours were much darker. Nobody about ever figured it out on their own though—not with the rose-colored lenses they wear. 

Now, though, you could go as far as to say that maybe you hated your fans. At least, these ones, at moments like this. 

“Tom! (Y/N)!” They screamed at the airport. How could they not be embarrassed for causing such a scene, you thought.

“Could we get a picture? Please?!” 

“What’s your daughter’s name? How old is she?” 

“Can you sign my movie poster?! It’s in my carry-on!” 

“Can we get a picture with your daughter?” 

It took everything in you to not turn around and yell at everyone to leave you the hell alone. You tried to keep your image clean and keep your fans happy, but this was too much. 

“Tom,” you eyed him as you made it to security, making sure he had Octavia securely in his arms. He nodded in understanding and handed her over to you while he took his shoes and belt off. 

“Are you okay, pretty girl?” you asked softly, pushing her hair from her face.

“Mhm,” Octavia nodded, “but I don’t wanna be held.” She began to squirm in your arms. 

“Okay,” you chuckled, “but you still have to hold my hand, kid.” 

Octavia was an easily contented child, so the seven-hour plane didn’t seem to bother her much, especially when Tom got some movies going for her. 

“Are you sure your parents are okay watching her?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. Octavia had her headphones on and her eyes glued to the screen in front of her as she sat next to you.

“They practically begged me,” Tom assured you.

“I just feel bad,” you sighed, “I feel like we kind of sprung this on them.”

“Maybe,” Tom said, “but O is the sweetest little girl, they’re going to love her. My mom’s thinking about making some cookies together and then taking her to Dock Beach.”

You and Tom decided to take an entire day and night to celebrate your anniversary, leaving Octavia in the very capable hands of his parents. It worked out well, considering Tom had told them all about Octavia and how she came into your care, his parents were surprised, but more than happy for you. They’d always wanted grandkids, and while you didn’t know how long it’d be until you were ready for kids on your own, you felt relieved knowing that Dom and Nikki would get the chance to get to know Octavia, who was much like your own daughter at this point. 

“That sounds fun,” you smiled, “I think she’ll like that.” 

“As for us,” Tom whispered in your ear, “I have a few surprises up my sleeve.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, taking his time to really savor the softness of your skin against his lips before pulling away. 

“Do you now?” you hummed. 

“Mhm,” Tom smirked, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Ew,” Octavia covered her eyes after looking over at the two of you. She shoved her teddy bear which scarcely left her grip since she’d been gifted it, between your faces. 

“You can have some too, silly girl,” you chuckled before attacking her with a barrage of kisses on her chubby little cheeks. 

“(Y/N),” she giggled, scrunching her nose as she laughed. Tom couldn’t help but notice the same little tick you did whenever he tickled you. 

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“Mom!” Sam called as he opened the door, carrying Octavia’s bags in his hand, “Tom and (Y/N) are here!” 

When Octavia first met Sam, her little head tilted to the side as she looked up at him. “Harry?” she asked, confused since she swore Harry did not come on the flight with them. 

“No,” Sam shook his head with a laugh, “I’m Sam.” 

You bent down to Octavia’s level, crouching behind her as you explained, “Sam and Harry are twins, O. So they have the same birthday and they look very very similar.” Octavia nodded along as you spoke, “and Tom is their brother, but he doesn’t have the same birthday as them and he looks a little more different.” 

“He’s tinier!” Octavia pointed out. 

“Yes,” you giggled, “he is a little tinier.” 

“By one inch!” Tom called from the driveway, where he was getting your bags, “and not everywhere!”

You shot Tom a look but were only met with his raised eyebrows and smirk. He always got a little cocky (no pun intended) when it came to his lack of height, but not so much so with length. 

Nikki came barreling down the stairs as fast as she could before scooping you up into a hug, “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you!” she cooed. 

“Nikki,” you smiled, “I’ve missed you.” 

She was much like the mother you lost, and to her, you were the daughter she never had but always wanted. 

“Have you been eating enough, dear?” she pulled away and looked over your frame, “I have some leftover pork roast in the fridge I can heat up if your hungry? What about you, Tom?” she looked over at her oldest, who had Octavia’s hand in his as she hid behind his leg. “Oh, look at her,” Nikki cooed, her attention immediately averted, “she’s precious.” 

Tom squeezed Octavia’s hand, “Hey, kiddo, come say hi.” 

“It’s alright,” you nodded her along. 

“Hi there,” Nikki crouched down, “I’m Nikki.” she held out her hand. 

“You’re Tom’s mommy?” Octavia asked. 

“Yes I am,” Nikki smiled, “and Sam and Harry’s too. I have another son named Paddy.” 

“That’s a lot of kids. I like Tom,” Octavia nodded, giving a hand to Nikki. 

Nikki laughed, “Yes, well he’s alright, but he was nowhere near as adorable as you. What’s your name?” 

“O!” Octavia said with a smile. 

“Octavia,” Tom explained, “but we call her O.” 

“Okay, O,” Nikki took her hand, “well why don’t we go into the kitchen and get you something to eat, hm? I’m sure you’re hungry after such a long flight.” Octavia nodded and let Nikki lead her away. “Would you like something to drink, (Y/N)? I just got this amazing glass of chardonnay and I’ve been looking for an excuse to open it.” 

“Sure,” you followed the two of them, “I’ll have a glass.” 

“Oh, Tom,” Nikki turned back, “your dad is in his office, I don’t think he can hear much with that bloody door closed. Could you grab him?”

Tom nodded and walked off down the hall. 

“So,” Nikki smiled as she poured you a glass of wine. Octavia was sitting cozily in your lap, munching away on some crisps, “how have you been? I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you.” 

“Well, a lot has changed,” you chuckled, “but all for the better, right O?” Octavia nodded, mouth full of crumbs falling from her lips.  

“A child as precious as her is a blessing,” Nikki smiled, “although, I am sorry to hear about your brother. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate—”

“Nikki, you’re too kind,” you shook your head, “just being here with you is enough. It’s nice to have a break every once in a while. I’m sure Tom is thrilled to be back in London.”

“I honestly didn’t think you were coming along,” Nikki said, “he told me you’d be in France.” 

“I moved some things around, I really wanted to be here with you guys.” 

“Are you two alright?” Nikki asked, “He seemed…well, he seemed a bit cross when I last spoke to him.” 

You sighed and took a sip of your wine, “He probably was,” you admitted, “things have been really stressful lately, and I can admit, I haven’t been the most attentive to him.” 

Nikki nodded along. “Well, he’s an adult. He doesn’t need attending to.” 

You forced a small chuckle. “If only that were the case.” 

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Tom kept his hand on your thigh as he drove. He always did, even as early on as your first date. It was a comfort for both of you. You loved feeling his finger gently drawing patterns on your skin, and he loved knowing you were near as he kept his eyes on the road. 

On the ride home after your first date, Tom spent nearly twenty minutes debating if he was allowed to hold your hand as he drove. He worried about coming on too strong and making you uncomfortable. Finally, he mustered up the courage to reach out for your hand, but he failed to realize that your hand was no longer over your thigh. He played it off though, giving your thigh a squeeze as if that were always his intention. You looked over at him and smiled, placing your hand over his for the rest of the ride. 

“Where’re you taking me?” You asked as Tom passed the restaurant you two frequented, your first guess of where you thought he planned to spend your anniversary dinner. 

“It’s a surprise, love,” Tom smiled, “don’t you like surprises?” 

“I’m coming around to them,” you joked, eyeing the car seat in the back of the car. 

“Do you think she’s okay?” Tom asked, “Maybe we should give them a call.”

“We’ve only been on the road for ten minutes,” you pointed out, “I’m not sure how much trouble she could get into in ten minutes.”

“I have a list of things.”

“Tom,” you laughed, “she’s with your parents, don’t you trust them?” 

“I do, I do,” Tom nodded, “but also I don’t.” 

“Oh God,” you rolled your eyes, taking the hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

Tom ended up reserving a room in a restaurant along the River Thames. It was a gorgeous place with vines hanging from the ceiling and beautiful chandeliers lighting every room. For dinner, he had the chef prepare a four-course meal, and the only instruction he gave him was the ring to put in your dessert. 

“Tom, this place is gorgeous,” you beamed up at the atmosphere of the restaurant as you sat down.

Tom smiled, “Yeah, it’s my parent's favorite. They always have their anniversaries here. They actually had their wedding reception in this room.”

“Really?” 

“Mhm, and they always come back here. It’s kind of a family thing now. I think Sam wanted to be a chef here at one point.” 

“He could,” you nodded, “he’s so talented.” 

The waiter came by with a bottle of wine, holding it out for Tom. “Mr. Holland, this is our Joesph Phelps Napa Valley Red Blend,” he said as he poured a glass for Tom, “it’s silky with notes of fruit and flora, it also has smooth tannins and a long finish. Chef Jamie recommends it to pair with your first course and entree.” 

Tom took a sip and held it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He nodded and motioned for the waiter to pour you a glass. “That’s lovely, thank you.” 

“Of course, sir. Your first course should be out shortly.” 

You took a sip of the wine and your eyes go wide. “Holy shit,” you have another sip, “that’s fucking spectacular.” 

“I know!” Tom smiled, “It took everything in me not to moan.” 

You laughed. “Well don’t hold back on my account.” 

“I never do,” Tom chuckled. 

The first course was a cheese tray, prepared specially by the chef. It had the most expensive cheeses the restaurant had to offer, as well as some imported from France, purely for the occasion. 

The next course was a soup, it seemed to be some sort of lemon tortellini with dill and spinach, as well as a creamy base. “This,” you motioned down to your bowl, “is heavenly. It’s like Jesus cum—”

“What?” Tom choked on his noodle.

“You know,” you smiled, trying to hold back your laughter, “like if Jesus came, this is what it would taste like…”

Tom laughed out loud at that, happy to hear your strange sense of humor after weeks of stressful work and filming. “You can’t possibly be that drunk right now,” he laughed, “we’re only on the second course!”

“You know wine goes straight to my head,” you said as you finish off your glass. For the second course, it was a white sauv blanc. You couldn’t remember the name for the life of you, but it paired amazingly with the soup

“I can tell, darling. Your face is beet red.” 

“It is?” you held a hand up to your cheek, feeling how warm your skin had gotten; it was scorching, “Oh gosh, I must look so silly right now.”

“No, no,” Tom took your hand in his, “you look absolutely gorgeous, love.”

“Stop it,” you pulled your hand away, “this restaurant is too nice to get all horny in.” 

Tom gasped, “Are you accusing me of trying to seduce you?” 

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m accusing you of succeeding to seduce me.” 

“We should wrap up these next few courses then,” Tom suggested with a smirk, “they might be too hard to get through.” 

You shook your head, attempting to fight the smile making its way onto your face. 

The next course was your entree. A rack of lamb braised with a pesto-lemon sauce, over a dollop of garlic mashed potatoes. 

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned after taking a bit of the lamb. It was dripping juice as it practically melted on your tongue. 

“I intend to,” Tom smirked. 

“Shush, I’m talking to the lamb,” you say with your mouth full, hand placed gently over your lips. 

“Oi, fuck you,” Tom laughed. 

“Thought you intended to?” You said with a raised brow. 

“Bloody hell, I forgot what an insufferable drunk you are.”

“I am not drunk,” you gasped, feigning offense, “I don’t get drunk, I just have fun.”

“You can’t Linda Belcher your way out of this one,” Tom laughed. 

“Hmph, just watch me,” you said, taking the last sip from your glass and holding it up to be filled again. 

After your main course was cleared, Tom was on the edge of his seat. He’d already had three glasses of wine and was debating a fourth. He knew once the dessert came out, then there’d be no more second guessing—no more turing back or taking back his words. Once your dessert was placed in front of you, the question that had been weighing on his mind would finally be out there, staring you down. 

He knew the future scared you—maybe even a little more than the past—hell, it scared him too. But he also knew that these moments were precious. Watching you relax all night, seeing your wheezing laugh again, he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. He knew that, while the future may scare him, it would be much scarier to face without you by his side. 

“Tom?” You reached out and placed a hand on his, “you okay?” 

“Yeah,” Tom smiled, “I’m perfect.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on it, right on your ring finger, “I love you so much, (Y/N).” 

“I love you too, Tom,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “more than anything.” 

Tom could see out of the corner of his eye the waiter coming down the hall with the desserts. He played with your fingers, imagining the diamond ring he bought right on that ring finger. “(Y/N),” he said, looking up into your eyes, “you know I would do anything for you, right? I-I love you so much—I swear, I’ve never felt this way before.” 

“Tom,” you smiled, “where’s all of this coming from?” 

“I never want to be a part from you,” Tom said honestly, “even when we’re thousands of miles away from each other, I like knowing deep down that you’re mine.”

“Tom—” you were interrupted when your dessert was placed in front of you. You turned to the waiter with a sweet smile, completely ignoring the words written in chocolate sauce in front of you, “thank you,” you smiled brightly before he walked off. 

“(Y/N),” Tom pulled your attention back—to him though, not the dessert in front of you. 

“Hey, where’s yours?” You finally looked down. The hand holding Tom’s went limp as your read his question. 

It was a chocolate mousse cake, your favorite dessert when made correctly, and this one looked heavenly. It was topped with a strawberry and coated in cocoa powder. The wording below, written in chocolate sauce read, “Marry me?”, simple and beautiful. The ring was placed daintily at the end of the ‘Y’, where it twisted and curled. 

“(Y/N),” Tom’s eyes were filled with tears as it seemed to take forever for you to read those two simple words, “I have loved you ever since I’ve known you, and I will love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?” 

“Tom…” you looked up at him, tears in your eyes, glistening on the edge of your lower lid, “I—I think this sobered me up.” 

Tom laughed, a watery hearty chuckle, “I figured it would,” he said. 

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you said, tears falling down your cheeks. “Tom, this is—”

“Too much?” Tom frowned, seeing the doubt in your eyes. 

“Too soon,” you clarified, taking his hand in yours as his face fell. “Tom, I love you, and I want nothing more than to be your wife, truly. But, we’ve only just begun. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re my soulmate and that we’re meant to be, but I’m not ready to settle down just yet.” 

Tom released a shaky breath and wiped his eyes before the tears could fall. “Then when?” he asked quietly. 

“What?” 

“When, (Y/N)?” he looked up at you with disappointment in his eyes. “Because as much as I love you, I can’t wait forever.”

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When you were six and Chet was eight, there was a girl that lived three houses down from you. Her name was Tammy, she was ten. 

Tammy was always bigger than you, always stronger than you, and in her words, smarter than you. The three of you would play in the cul-de-sac together, riding your bikes and chasing one another. It was no surprise when one day, Tammy declared that she loved Chet. 

Despite her harassment, Chet seemed infatuated with her as well. This wasn’t to say that he didn’t tell her off, because boy, could he tell her off. He’d call her a priss and a brat whenever she’d pull your hair. He’d promise to stop playing with her if she kept it up. And over time, what used to be hatred between the two of you, became silent distaste—all to keep Chet by her side. 

When high school came around, it was Tammy that introduce Chet to drugs. Whatever she could bum off her uncle was free game for them. Molly, edibles, shrooms, LSD, acid—whatever she could get her hands on, she’d offer to Chet first. Her crush never ended. 

So maybe, part of you did blame Tammy for the events that took place your senior year. Maybe Tammy should’ve taken all the blame, but at the end of the day, Chet had a choice. And as much as you loved Octavia, she was a product of his choices. She was Tammy’s daughter. 

When you looked at her, you would’ve never known. Nothing from Tammy came through. Not her dirty blonde hair or her split ends. Not her crooked teeth or freckles. It was all Chet. His dark hair, his brown eyes, his tan skin. It made it easy to look at her and forget her other half—the rotten half. 

But as much as you try to run from the past, you can’t escape it. A lesson you and Tammy both would have to learn. 

Salt Lake City, Utah. That’s where Tammy found herself. Working as a waitress at a Mom and Pop diner called Eddies. That’s where the tabloid with your face plastered on the front, along with her daughter’s, made its way into her hands. 

“What’s this?” She said, recognizing you instantly. The customer at the counter flipped the page over so she could see. 

“(Y/N) had a baby, I guess,” he said, “Shame though, kids are a lot of work. I hope her Victoria's Secret Christmas ad still comes out this year.”

Tammy scoffed, “Who’d wanna see that tramp on a VS ad?” 

“Lots of people, myself included,” the man chuckled. 

Tammy could never escape you it seemed. 

When she was little, she envied you for the mere fact that you had Chet. You were the closest person to him. He defended you no matter what. Now at twenty-nine, she still wanted what you had. Money, fame, talent, recognition—you were always thrown in her face one way or another. 

It was the driving force that finally separated her from Chet. Chet was working at a construction company,—a low-level job that only paid enough to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Tammy wanted more. She wanted another chance. So she left—went to Malibu, then Cancun, then Florida. Each place she went, she blew her cash so fast that she had no other choice but to start again. And each place she went just bored her more than the last. 

She studied the tabloid. She inspected your expression, coming right out of the airport with Octavia on your hip. She squinted her eyes, noticing something on the child’s neck. And there, right before her, the same one she sported on her neck, was a birthmark. A small tan spot, no bigger than a nickel. 

It was then that Tammy knew how to get her recognition. 

And with that, get her daughter back.

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A/N: wow. so so sorry this took so long to get out. i really do love this series so much and i am extremely determined to finish it. i took a hiatus when i moved states from my hometown and now that i’m back home, i feel better than ever. i’m not sure how much you guys know about my move, but long story short, it didn’t go as planned at all. now that i’m back home, i’m focusing a lot on myself and the thing i love to do; which include writing for you guys. please please please share your thoughts and feelings on this chapter—it’s my favorite so far :)

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland series #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #peter parker smut #tom holland blurb #tom holland x you

[ughgoaway]

i think definitely after the first fight or a domestic sweet moment. maybe it depends who you want to say it first bc to me matty seems like someone who would love the passion of saying it after fight/in the heat of the moment whereas reader is someone who maybe loves the mundaneness and simplicity of domestic moments causing her to say it first. idk just my thoughts!!💞

you're so right i think they're very different people so they would do it differently!!

me and @automaticllamacycle have been discussing matty saying it during sex and that has been VERY INTERESTING and slightly angsty! so definitely very heat of the moment. (If you guys want any expanded thoughts on this... let me know...)

I'll expand on my fight thoughts in another ask, but I just need to discuss a really cute domestic moment rn <333

I think Annie is at a sleepover so it's just you and matty in the house, you wake up to the sunlight streaming in and the blanket draped over you very carefully, you knew matty must already be awake and put it over you before you left bed.

you make your way downstairs in the cheesy rom-com outfit of his shirt and just your underwear because you love a cliche.

I'm not sure of the song you hear playing... but I think vroom vroom would be really funny. matty's voice singing along to "cute, sexy and my ride sporty" is just something I need. but maybe it's something sweet and beautiful... idk whatever your vibe is!!!

surprisingly, whatever he's cooking smells pretty good. From some of the other times you've seen him cooking, you didn't have high hopes. you briefly think back to your first date when matty somehow burnt spaghetti. not the sauce, the actual pasta.

I think he's dancing around when he spins and sees you, and of course embarrassment isn't an emotion he feels so he continues to sing into the spatula and dance like a twat.

you can't stop laughing at your obnoxious boyfriend, noticing the similarities between his and Annie's dance moves (which you've luckily seen at a couple of school dances, very bouncy of course)

he starts hip thrusting, which is the thing that makes you buckle over in laughter, actively having to hold yourself up on the kitchen side because you just can't stop cackling at your ridiculous boyfriend.

because your laughter might be mattys favourite sound (he later samples it for a song, the fans speculate it's his secret gf but he doesn't confirm anything, just posts a cryptic insta story) he only gets more dramatic with his moves.

he's making his way over to you with one arm outstretched, still passionately singing into the black utensil in his hands.

you can't help but look at him with pure love and devotion in that moment, here is this man who woke up early and decided to make you breakfast. not just that, he tucked you in and made sure you'd rest comfortably for a little while longer. then when you do finally get up, he does everything he can to make you laugh.

what the fuck did you do to deserve this?

"god you're such an idiot, I love you"

now, matty has had a lot of people confess their love to him in his life, from ex-gfs to random people on the street, but none made him freeze on the spot like yours did.

he was definitely not expecting that, so he stands frozen with charli xcx (or whoever) playing in the background, looking at you wide-eyed.

and for a few seconds you think you've fucked it, you do love him. of course you do, how could you not? but maybe you shouldn't have just dropped the bomb like that.

just as you start to stutter an apology, you see mattys mouth twitch and his face light up with an awestruck grin.

soon you're being tackled and kisses pressed over your face and head. his arms trap you in, and he continuously kisses wherever he can reach. your cheeks, your temples, your neck, all while you uncontrollably wiggle and laugh, trying to get out of his grip.

each kiss comes with a mumbled "I love you," and you just close your eyes and accept the endless affection.

matty brought light into your life in a whole new way so to finally have this with him is just fucking insane to you. All the flirting, the bad jokes, and the stuttered compliments got you this, and you would do it all over in a heartbeat. nothing compares to feeling the morning sun streaming on your face as the love of your life professes their undying love to you and smothers you with affection.

you would do it any time. in any life. with him.

in that moment, you couldn't be any more thankful for little Annie healy and her matchmaker tendencies.

#domestic matty is my fav #also in this delusion he is shirtless with plaid pyjama trousers #because i am just a girl okay!?!?!? (not actually a girl but you get the gist) #matty performs vroom vroom to you at 7am... what do you do #anon! #teacher au!

[takecareluv]

hello, could you write something where y/n is not famous but she's dating vinnie and his fans doesn't really like her and sending hate to her and saying that vinnie should cheat on her, she's getting insecure and starting to believe that he would actually cheat on her because there are so many pretty girls but they sit down to talk and he comforts her?😊

a.n. hi, my love. thank you for requesting something! this is actually my first time writing a request so i hope i did okay and you like it !!! mwah <3

ignore the comments || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie were together for over eleven months, the happiest eleven months of your life might you add. however, up until recently you had been a secret to the public eye. with the reaction from fans of vinnie’s previous flings, most of which were made up rumors sourced on twitter, you thought it would be best to wait putting your relationship onto the internet for everyone to criticize. 

on the other hand, vinnie couldn’t wait to show you off: his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. but he knew how apprehensive you were, especially with not being used to the lifestyle and the thousands of comments that came along with it. 

but now that you were approaching a year into the relationship, you thought it might be time to make it instagram official, especially with all the speculations people already had when it came to the mystery girl that was constantly seen next to the golden boy himself. 

when your one year anniversary came around, you and vinnie celebrated by recreating your first date; a picnic on the beach. you had the best time, eating little sandwiches while watching the sunset and reminiscing over the last year together. by the end of the night, you were scrolling through all the photos you took, wanting to remember the day forever. upon seeing one you particularly liked of you kissing vinnie on the cheek with the cotton candy skies perfectly displayed in the background, you turned your phone to show vinnie, “i like this one, you should post it.”

“are you serious? you’d be okay with that? we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” vinnie continued to ramble until you finally shut him up with a kiss. 

“yes i’m sure. it’s been a whole year, i think it’s about time we stop hiding things,” you responded with a smile. 

with you final approval, vinnie took the post to instagram with the caption: one full year with my baby and i have loved each and every second of it. thank you for sticking by me all this time. i love you, sweetheart. <3

the post was quickly received by his fans, and before you knew it both your names were trending. while some people were so kind with their support of you two, a lot of vinnie’s fan were none too happy of you quote unquote stealing vinnie from them. 

from that day you continued to receive more and more hate for your relationship with the tiktok star. you tried your best to ignore it, focusing more on the nice words, but as those became few and far between, you decided to just disregard the comment section all together. 

that was working well for you until one night vinnie was begging you to join him on stream, excited that you no longer had to hide behind the camera. and when vinnie brought out those puppy dog eyes it was hard to say no. 

when you finally gave in, vinnie happily pulled you onto his lap, introducing you to chat as he prepared to start a new game. while he was swiftly distracted by the game beginning in front of him, you were left to focus all your attention on the one thing you had been trying you hardest to ignore the last week or so: the comments. even with how rapidly they were flashing by your eyes, you were able to catch a few common phrases. 

user1: vinnie is surrounded by the prettiest girls and he chooses her? 

user2: you could do so much better vinnie

user3: I don’t see the hype, she’s not even that cute.

user4: when you finally leave her, hit me up

user5: he’s definitely gonna end up cheating on her

reading that last one, you finally had enough and abruptly stood up from vinnie’s lap excusing yourself to go to the bathroom where chat nor vinnie could see you cry. 

although, vinnie, who was very concerned about your sudden exit, told chat he would have to end stream early and promised he would be back the next day. once he knew everything was turned off as it should be, he made his way to the bathroom door you had locked minutes ago. “baby can you please open the door? i want to make sure you're okay,” he said calmly. 

moments later he heard the click of the lock being undone and the door hesitantly being pushed open. his heart never could have prepared him for the sight of his sweetheart of a girlfriend with tear stained cheeks, mascara running down her face. 

“oh baby. c’mere, what’s wrong? please don’t cry.”

“you’re fans, they hate me,” you said between sobs. “and, and i don’t blame them. you have so many pretty girls falling at your knees and then look at me. i’m not nearly as perfect and skinny like them. i’m scared you’re gonna leave me for any one of them once you realize how much better you can do.”

vinnie couldn’t believe that you would talk about yourself like that, could you not see how beautiful you truly were? how head over heals in love with you he was?

“baby, stop. don’t say any of that. i don’t want any of those girls, i want you my love. you are perfect to me and that’s all that matters. who cares what the comments say, most of them are just jealous twelve year olds trying to get under your skin. i love you and only you. i’m in it for the long haul so i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re stuck with me,” he finished saying before showering your face with kisses until a smile finally crept across your face. 

“okay, okay i get your point. i love you too.” you replied with a giggle. 

“good. now c’mon. i’m going to run you a bath and then we will spend the rest of the night in bed, just us. no social media, and definitely no comments okay?” vinnie stated with a pointed finger, pulling you to stand.

“okay,” you agreed, “thank you for taking such good care of me. i really don’t deserve you.”

“baby, you deserve the world and more, when are you going to realize that?” “now let's go, get undressed.”

“jeez if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

vinnie just laughed as he started the bath for you, making sure to add one of your favorite bath bombs, allowing the water to turn a beautiful purple. once it was filled and to the right temperature, you got in, finally feeling a little bit more relaxed. 

“join me?” you asked shyly. and of course within seconds the boy was undressed and stepping into the bath to sit behind you. 

you and vinnie sat intertwined in the bath until it got cold, and for the rest of the night remained in bed watching your go to comfort movies. 

by the time you were falling asleep, you had forgetten all about the negative comments, only thinking about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like vinnie. 

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 7) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Honestly thought i was gonna put this series on hold because i just haven’t been writing lately and when i do, i just get stuck. Anyways, enjoy this 1.9k part that’s only 99 words away from 2k even though this series is going like this 📉 (my bad this is not actually 1.9k it’s 1.8k)

Summary: You and Wilbur are in the talking phase, and you even show up in his chat. 

Pairing(s): Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, Wilbur Soot x actor!reader

Warning(s): Wilbur swearing, but isn’t he always

italics: texts/stream

blue italics: basically just you, on text or stream

my masterlist :))

~~

When Wilbur glanced at the clock in his office, his eyes widened and cursed himself for getting carried away. Though, how can he not when it's you, talking and joking around with him like the two of you had been long friends. It had been a couple of weeks since you reached out to Wilbur—he remembered slightly panicking over seeing your notification—and ever since the two of you would make time to talk despite the time difference. He can't deny that it was kind of awkward at first with both of you being nervous and all but only a couple of days passed when the conversation finally started to flow smoothly like a river. Just a couple of days ago, he taught you how to use discord.

Today was no different than any other day. The two of you were talking again, the topic resides on his band and the tour that was about to commence, when he realized that he was supposed to stream in about five minutes and he had yet to prepare everything. Since Wilbur finally have some spare time on his plate and all the news outlets that tried to get the scoops from him have back down due to the rumor being replaced and forgotten by some other celebrity gossip, he thought it would be a good time to stream and let his fans know what he had been up to.

i'm really sorry about this y/n

but i have to go

i forgot that i'm supposed to stream tonight

like rn actually

Oh my god

yes of course go

talk to u later?

Yes yes go already

alright byee :))

Bye will have a good stream

Wilbur smiled at your reply, staring at it for a few seconds before finally putting down his phone and turning on his computer.

~~

You had an idea. Something that you had wanted to do but never really had the opportunity until now. You wanted to watch Wilbur livestream. Sure, you've seen some clips on YouTube before but you felt it wasn't quite the same experience with seeing it live. You wanted to see him in his element. But, if you're being honest you just wanted to see him smile and hear his laugh. You were glad Sam wasn't there because then he would call you a simp and that you're whipped for Wilbur.

With a made up mind, you got up from bed—still clad in pajamas—brushed your teeth and washed your face, took a trip to the kitchen for a quick breakfast and coffee before heading to your office that was filled many memorabilia from film set and a growing amount of awards. You put down the plate and mug on the desk, making sure there was distance between your computer and the hot drink. After a press of a button the screen changed from black to a picture of a beautiful scenery that you took on a vacation in Italy. You opened the browser and typed in the link to his Twitch channel. When you clicked on the stream he was already in the midst of a conversation with his chat.

He was sat in an office chair, something similar to the ones in your childhood home. A green screen displaying a green meadow in the background with a little glimpse of a white wall due to the screen being folded on the top right corner. You watched the chat pouring in, some responding to what he was saying while others asked what did they miss. You tried to read some of them but that prove to be a hard task since it all passed by so quickly, replaced by yet another messages.

For awhile you just watched him, smiling when he did something cute, laughing when he did or said something funny. It felt like you had somebody accompanying you instead of being alone eating toast in your office. It was a very enjoyable experience until your name was mentioned.

"No, chat, I am not dating y/n l/n," Wilbur expressed, after reading his chat.

You slightly cringed at the topic of you being brought up. This always happens whenever you're being associated with someone. All people ever wanted to talk to them about was you. You were aware that most of it wasn't ill–intentioned but you couldn't deny it had ruined a couple of past relationships for you, be it platonically or romantically. You couldn't exactly blame them for it. The constant questions about you instead of themselves or their work grew tiring and unbearable for them. So, naturally, you felt bad about the unknown person bringing you up especially since this was Wilbur's first stream in awhile and you were certain he wanted to talk more about his band.

"Those rumors were made by a bunch of fucking idiots who would trampled over someone else's fucking boundaries to get clicks for their so called news." He voiced out, with an edge to his voice . "Do not believe every rumors or gossip spreading around, chat, unless the person involved confirmed it themselves."

Your intention in watching Wilbur's stream was to merely observed him interacting with his fans. You didn't want to appear and have people make a big scene out of it, especially now that the dating rumor have died down. But, that intention went out the window when he started shit-talking the media and indirectly defended you. Therefore, you decided to typed in something in his chat to express your agreement with him.

couldn't have said it better myself

For awhile, you thought you got away with it. Everyone doesn't seemed to notice your little comment, but of course there were always that one eagle-eyed person who noticed every single possible thing.

okay am i seeing things or did i just see y/n in the chat?

oh my god is y/n here??

HIIIIII Y/N

WILBUR YOUR CRUSH IS HERE

~~

When someone in his chat mentioned you, Wilbur had to admit he was kinda nervous on how to approach the topic. Of course, he likes you. There's no doubt about it, but he had to thread carefully for your and his sake. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire, even if the fire was shrinking. Although, at the same time, he didn't want to ruin any chances with you—if there was one in the beginning—by sounding too rude or dismissive. So, he tried to sound as neutral as possible and hoped for the best.

"But, since we're on the topic, chat, I wanted to say that y/n actually reached out to me when that dating rumor thing started getting more attention, cause like I've said before, a bunch people wanted to interview me and shit, and they felt bad about the whole thing and apologized for it and stuff." Wilbur revealed, slightly spinning in his chair. "But, they shouldn't have to because obviously it's not their fault and all, but I think it's very kind of them to make that effort.”

Wilbur leaned closer to his monior, trying to read what his chat was talking about. Some of them were gushing over the interaction he told, whilst the rest were getting excited about some thing. The chat was moving fast than per usual and he was beginning to have a hard time reading one.

"Okay, what are you all talking about? Did someone raid me and I didn't notice?"

guys he hasnt notice it yet lmao

wil is about to get caught simping in 4k

WIL YN IS HERE THEYRE HEREE

hiii will sorry for making a scene

thought i'd check your stream

Wilbur's eyes widened, his posture straightened as he inched closer to the monitor again to make sure that the name he saw in his chat was actually you—as if that would help since all the messages were flying fast.

"Wait, y/n, when did you make a Twitch account?!"

like just few minutes ago

still trying to figure it out really

am i doing it right?

"Yes, you're doing it right." WIlbur laughed. "I can't believe you're here."

oh my god theyre interacting!!!

someone clip it fast!!

were they here the whole time and was just lurking lol

"Wait, have you been here the whole time, y/n?" Wilbur asked too, slightly curious and nervous.

no i think you've been streaming for awhile when i joined

hey y/n do you know that wilbur is single

y/n he talks about you all the time

you're his celebrity crush he said so himself

"Woah, woah, what the fuck is this? Ganging up on Wilbur day? Fuck you, chat."

we're doing you a favor here wil

not the chat acting as a wingman lmao

"I don't need—" Wilbur groaned, covering his slowly blushing face with his hands. "y/n, please, do not listen to them."

i don't know wil

i'm kinda interested in what they have to say

pls theyre going along with it

"God, don't encourage them—stop spamming L's in the chat!"

This wasn't how Wilbur pictured it. This wasn't how he thought you would know about his attraction towards you, being ratted out by thousands of his fans, live, nonetheless. He imagined he would do it after the two of you had been talking for awhile. He imagined he'd be a lot more brave and forward—but not in the way that would make you uncomfortable. And then when you both finally meet in real life, whether it be at one of his shows or wherever, he would ask you out to dinner or perhaps a stroll, whatever activities that you enjoyed he would absolutely do it. But, of course, it didn't turn out that way.

"God, I'm so close to ending this stream right now."

he looks so done with us

pls don't i just got in

okay i think wil's had enough chat

"Yes, yes, listen to them, chat. I've had enough."

as much as i like to stay here longer and watch you guys unfortunately i have to go

noooo y/n don't goo

When he realized that you had to leave, Wilbur's expression changed from the feigned annoyance from the constant teasing of his chat to a dejected look, his shoulders slumped. Even though, he was bullied most of the time you were there, he would withstand it a lot longer if that means you could stay a bit longer.

"Oh, you have to leave?"

yeah, work stuff and all

"Oh, alright then. Chat, say goodbye to y/n."

WIlbur watched his chat spammed goodbyes, with most of them wanting you to return again.

byeee chat it's been great talking to you all

byee will hope you have a good stream

"Bye, y/n." He waved to the camera.

Once he was sure you left, Wilbur started staring at his camera. It was a look that was purposefully made to be uncomfortable and his chat was already expressing said feeling. Slowly, he inched closer to his mic to the point where he was awfully close to it and both his lips and nose was touching it. All the chat could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing until finally his loud and distorted voice broke the uncomfortable silence.

"CHAT, YOU PRICKS! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT TO ME?!"

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur mcyt #DUDE THE SPACING IS SO SHIT #IT LOOKS LIKE I WROTE THIS IN ONE SINGLE LONG PARAGRAPH I HATE IT #IT WONT LET ME CHANGE IT #AND THE KEEP READING THING KEEPS MOVING ON ITS OWN

[magicstormfrostfire]

This probably won't come up much (if ever) but I've thought in WAY too much detail about what everyone else does for content online in the Art!Slave AU.

I've already explained in the story what Sonic and Silver do (famous streamer and popular fanartist respectively) but I thought it would be fun to share what others in their group do as well. (Under the cut)

Tails- Miles-A-Minute - does minute long tech/programming tip videos on Sonic's channel and is Sonic's editor. (Hour long Tech streams are called Miles-An-Hour)

Jet - JetXstreams- plays racing games and is an offical Tony Hawk pro skater record holder (nobody remembers exactly for what though) Exclusively does streams and vods. (He pays Tails to put the vods together. Tails begrudingly agrees, but he finds his requests over the top and annoying.)

Tangle- Ringtrails88- competitive Mario Kart and Pokemon gamer primarily, but branches out into other non-racing games with friends. Tangle and Sonic did a Nuzlocke once and she's a new addition to their circle.

Shadow-WrathWraith - video essays on old horror movies and horror games. Has a rantsona that is just a black cat. (has done a full Resident Evil let's play of the entire series. never streams, hates it. Only shows up on Sonic's streams for horror or group games.) Used to share a channel with Sonic until they went seperate ways.

Amy - BlackRoseBeauty - Primarily V-Tuber, but fans have seen what she looks like irl as well. Tells true crime cases, does Tarot readings, and ghost stories. (Amy and Shadow collab because they both dabble in thriller/horror content)

Knuckles- ??? - He's Sonic and Tails' roommate. Will often be in the background chilling during livestreams because Sonic's main setup is in their living room. Became a fan favorite and he has no idea why. Only plays games casually but likes going to cons when Sonic gets invited.

(Tails, Knuckles, Silver, Shadow and Sonic live in the same area (roughly in or around Station Square) Amy lives in Central City a little further away. Tangle is from Mazuri, another continent entirely. Jet moves around a lot and is currently in Spagonia.)

That's all I have so far! Other characters that I havent listed may or may not show up in the story. If they do ill update the list!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #sonic #art!slave au