For @amalasdraws, inspired by her Hip Hop AU!! Ahh you are great, thank you for all the AU FEELS, the screaming, everything!!! You are great, I love you and your AU!
Oikawa can’t help the smile that lights his face when he gets to talk in interviews with Iwaizumi.
It’s not just that they’re together now, in a relationship.
Okay, so, yeah. That part is pretty fucking fantastic. They’ve come so far from where they’ve started, overcome so much shit that Oikawa doesn’t even want to think about anymore. It really doesn’t even matter that they’re not out to the world because they’re together.
But… it’s still so much more than that.
It’s the fact that they’re a team, here. The music that they make together is so much better, so much more inspired than anything they have ever come up with alone.
Oikawa’s never worked so closely with the same lyricist for so long. Usually it’s a couple of songs, or he works out a few beats for someone else and isn’t really involved in the rest of the process. It’s… hard, really, to share so much with someone else, because music is his life.
It’s not just a job; it’s a passion. A dream.
It’s huge to have it be so intricately intertwined with someone else’s work, but honestly? Now that he’s here?
Oikawa can hardly imagine things working out any other way.
On their own, they were good; but together, they’re great. He’s so proud.
Oikawa looks over at Iwaizumi on the other end of the couch, biting his lip to try and keep himself from smiling too wide. He listens to Iwaizumi speak, answering the interviewer’s question with ease, arms moving around as he talks. It’s what always happens whenever gets really excited about what he’s talking about. He talks with his hands, and Oikawa couldn’t be more pleased with the fact that he knows Iwaizumi well enough to recognize this.
“Well, Oikawa? What do you think?”
Hearing the interviewer calling his name, Oikawa turns his attention back to him and hopes he wasn’t staring too hard.
“Uh, can you repeat the question?” He asks, grinning a little. Iwaizumi just laughs and shakes his head, adjusting his hat. He must have realized Oikawa was staring at him, but his smile tells him he’s been doing the same thing.
“Do you think you’ll keep working together for a while?” The interviewer asks again, leaning forward in his seat, awaiting his answer.
Oikawa just grins.
“I’ll keep making his beats as long as he’s still spittin’,” he replies, shooting Iwaizumi a look before looking back at the interviewer. “And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”
Iwaizumi hides his smile behind his hand.
The interviewer laughs, clearly pleased by the conversation; they wrap things up, saying their goodbyes and making their way out of the studio. Oikawa’s tired and wants nothing more than to curl up back at home on the couch, but he has to wait.
Iwaizumi must know, or at least he wants the same thing, because he doesn’t seem surprised when Oikawa joins him on his way back to his apartment.
Okay, he must want the same thing. Oikawa keeps looking up to steal looks at Iwaizumi only to find that he’s looking back.
Thankfully the trip back isn’t long and as soon as the door slams closed, Oikawa’s kicking off his shoes, tossing down his bag, ready to flop.
Iwaizumi laughs, watching him fumble with his shoes. He tries to step out of his right shoe but it refuses come off properly. He resorts to shaking his foot, groaning when his shoe flies across the hall and slams into the wall. Oikawa fidgets like he wants to go and grab it but ends up just shrugging it off, waving his hand dismissively.
“Tired?” Iwaizumi asks, stepping close enough to rest a hand on the back of his neck. The soft hairs at the base of Oikawa’s neck tickle his fingers and Oikawa sighs into the touch.
“Mhm,” Oikawa hums, letting his eyes flutter closed, “Well, didn’t get to sleep much last night.. By the time I got home, it was pretty late… and besides…” he sighs when Iwaizumi dips his hands under the neck of his sweatshirt, cold fingers pressing against his bare skin. “It’s harder to get to sleep when I’m by myself.”
“Were you lonely?” Iwaizumi grins, but it’s lacking his usual attitude, coming out soft. Sweet. Oikawa smiles, turning to press their lips together for a single chaste kiss.
He tastes warm and sweet, like those candies he was eating on their drive home, like the warmth of the cuddles they share at three in the morning after a long day of recording, when they get silly and snuggly and Oikawa doesn’t even want to get up for food-
Okay, that last part is definitely Iwaizumi projecting, but whatever. He still licks his lips when Oikawa pulls back, cheeks flushed, smile burning wide.
Iwaizumi immediately wants more of it.
“Yes,” he admits. “Your bed’s comfier. Or… maybe it’s just that you’re there. I dunno.”
Iwaizumi chuckles, but allows it when Oikawa presses their palms against one another, fingers lacing together. He tugs, and Iwaizumi lets Oikawa pull him down the hallway, heading straight for the living room. He knows where they’re going, but he still lets Oikawa take him there. It’s much more fun to have Oikawa leading the way, whining when Iwaizumi slows down, making his strides shorter, purposefully drawing out the walk. He laughs, but succeeds; Oikawa reaches for his other hand, pulling him along by both hands until he trips backwards over his feet and they land on the couch in a heap, laughing and snorting.
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines, trapped underneath him. Iwaizumi’s landed pretty much on his lap, straddling his waist, and Oikawa pouts at the restricted movement.
“Yes, babe?” Iwaizumi grins down at him, brushing some hair off his forehead, thumbs lingering on his warm skin. Oikawa looks up, a little surprised, still in their public mode - hasn’t moved over to how they can act in private, the pet name making him blush, goofy grin lighting up his face.
Iwaizumi sighs. He’s too damn cute for his own good.
“I can’t kiss you properly like this,” Oikawa says, proving his point by trying to arch up against Iwaizumi and failing. He pouts pathetically, too tired to really put any effort into trying to push Iwaizumi off of him, settling for resting his hands on Iwaizumi’s hips. He digs his thumbs under the fabric of Iwaizumi’s jeans, rubbing circles on his bare skin. It’s nice, light, relaxing; teasing, almost, but really just affectionate. It sends little sparks of warmth up his back.
It really hits home now, how important this is to him. How good it feels… How right.
With a hum, Iwaizumi moves to shift off Oikawa. “Okay, fine.”
Oikawa laughs happily when Iwaizumi flops down next to him on the couch, wasting no time in curling up to his side, hands working off all those clothes that he’s still wearing for reasons unknown - but not for too much longer. Oikawa makes quick work of that. He unzips Iwaizumi’s hoodie, moving it off his shoulders, tossing it down to the floor. His shirt is next, soft fabric sliding over his head before it too is tossed away. Iwaizumi just watches with an amused grin, letting Oikawa move him as he pleases. He unbuttons Iwaizumi’s jeans, too, guiding them off his hips and down to the heap of clothes on the floor, looking quite satisfied now that there are markedly less layers between them.
He loves it when Oikawa is like this. So focused on what he wants, knowing exactly what they both need. He works his way out of his own hoodie, lifting it over his head, grumbling when he gets suck and flails around a little bit before Iwaizumi helps him out of it. He guides it up and off his frame, offering Oikawa a smile once he’s free. Oikawa smiles back, all warm and sweet and Iwaizumi just loves that smile.
A whole hell of a lot.
Oikawa’s too busy watching Iwaizumi, gaze shifting from his face to his strong, broad chest, so Iwaizumi helps him along a little. Unfastens his pants, helps slide them off. Reaching behind the couch for a blanket that he knows Oikawa is going to need.
As soon as he turns back, Oikawa drops back to his side. He hooks his legs over Iwaizumi’s, sliding a hand behind his back, worming his way in close. Iwaizumi chuckles, not moving until he’s sure Oikawa is comfortable.
“Good?” He asks, before draping the blanket over the both of them. Oikawa hums in approval, so Iwaizumi slides his arm around Oikawa’s shoulder, burying his fingers in his soft brown hair.
Oikawa’s quiet, for a moment. He rests his head on Iwaizumi’s chest, eyes fluttering closed, until-
Iwaizumi moves his hands in Oikawa’s hair, fingers curling in the soft hairs at the base of his neck.. “Hey.”
Oikawa sighs happily at the touch. “You know what?” His voice is light, airy.
Iwaizumi can’t help but smile. “What?”
“You were so great in the interview today…” Oikawa presses a tiny kiss to his neck. “I love listening to you talk about your music-”
“-Our music,” Iwaizumi interjects, which makes Oikawa get all silly and cuddle in closer.
“Yeah. Our music.” He grins, almost in disbelief. “I feel so lucky… you know? You were amazing… you’re so passionate… you always bring your best to the table…”
Iwaizumi squeezes him a little tighter. “So do you,” he says, kissing the top of Oikawa’s head, feeling the shiver that trails down Oikawa’s spine. “You gave so many amazing answers. You’re so good at what you do… and you love it so much… I could feel all of that in everything that you said.”
Oikawa tucks himself in closer, burying his face against Iwaizumi’s neck, mumbling something quietly that Iwaizumi can’t make out.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, nudging Oikawa with his nose to get him to look at him properly. “Getting shy all of a sudden?”
Oikawa chuckles, moving enough so that he can talk, but Iwaizumi still can’t see him. He can imagine how his cheeks are flushed, just like always do when he gets real honest. “I’m just…” Oikawa starts, hesitating a little, which isn’t quite his style, so Iwaizumi doesn’t press. He lets him go at his own pace. “I’m just really happy. I wanted… for so long… and was never sure if-”
“Me, too,” Iwaizumi interrupts, “I know. All that - that’s in the past now, though, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
Oikawa nods, voice wavering, “Okay.” He turns back against Iwaizumi, and his skin is so warm to touch. The skin on skin contact feels so much better, and like this, Iwaizumi can hear Oikawa’s heartbeat.
I. AM. SHOOK ! ! ! ! ! I don’t think I ever thought I’d be able to reach such a high milestone ! ! ! Ever since starting tumblr , I never knew that so many people would enjoy my writing and ocs ! Especially over a 1000k ! But , I am so happy to see this number. Not only because that many of you have stayed with me for so long , but also that I am blessed with many of you being just as good of writers and will soon strive through that big path of writing and enjoying the experience with others !
I can’t thank you all enough for this amazing moment ! Thank you all so much for the experiences and I will NEVER forget all of the fun we’ve had ! I can’t wait for more in the future and I’m only looking forward to it all !
THE PRECIOUS GEMS THAT I WILL FOREVER LOVE AND ADORE. ( aka #amora’ssquad )
Ahhh I’m so sorry this has taken so long to answer but I’ll do my best to do this subject justice because wow there’s quite a lot to say
Ianto only began noticing that he was starting to get a bit of chub several months after getting over Lisa, maybe even just a few weeks before Jack disappeared with the Doctor. It was barely noticeable, but naturally he noticed. At first he really considered it a bad thing, so he tried really hard to put it down as stress eating.
yes that’s it, stress eating. He just hadn’t realized through the emotional strain over the last couple months that he’d been taking his depression and anxieties out on food
and of course after the cannibals he started eating loads and loads of onion rings (as heard in Broken) to get the smell of blood out of his nose, so that must have added a few pounds as well
he quickly realizes that that theory is absolute bullshit because he’s feeling better now than he has since the fall of Canary Wharf and yet he’s still eating more, it hasn’t stopped now that he’s actually a little happy
he’s come to the right conclusion by now but he doesn’t want to think about it, because acknowledging the right conclusion also involves acknowledging how unhealthy he was before, how terrible he’d been to his body by neglecting it during the time he was taking care of Lisa, and how he’d neglected it even more during the month of mourning and emptiness after her loss
even when Jack disappears and he’s miserable, his eating habits stay the same. Okay, then. Definitely not stress eating.
when Jack comes back after the year that never was, he instantly notices that Ianto’s put on a few pounds, and he’s worried that maybe he’s responsible for Ianto turning to food as a coping mechanism
…but…even though that’s wrong and he feels terrible for possibly causing that…the extra pounds definitely suit Ianto. Not that he wasn’t gorgeous when he was lean. But this is just…different. He isn’t just gorgeous, there’s something else about him that’s making this whole new look stunning to Jack. He can’t stop staring.
No, really. He cannot stop staring. He is absolutely in love with Ianto’s tum
he just can’t figure out why!!! But he’s been back for some time now and Ianto’s still eating just as much, never trying to lose the weight. So maybe it’s not Jack’s fault after all, for once.
Seriously, though. It’s driving him crazy that he can’t understand why when they’re starting out slow and giving each other hesitant kisses that quickly turn heated for a few moments, his hands naturally glide to rest on Ianto’s waist and stay there until Ianto pulls away.
it’s after sex, after they’ve started having sex again for awhile now, that Jack realizes. He’s curled up against Ianto’s back, his hands wrapped around Ianto’s stomach, when Ianto finally asks why the hell he’s so obsessed with his stomach, something so many people hate about themselves.
Jack takes several, several moments to finally find the words to express how he’s been feeling these last few weeks, but eventually does.
“You were skinny as a rail when I first met you. And that’s it own brand of hot and I loved it, don’t get me wrong. But that was when…well, when you were hiding from us. And you were unhappy. Don’t try to deny it now! I know you by now. You were so…so lost in…taking care of Lisa, and mourning Lisa, you forgot how to take care of yourself. Don’t give me that look, it’s true. I understand that now…and I’m sorry I never noticed before. But you’re here again. You’re more focused, healthier.” He smiles. “And so much happier. That’s beautiful, Ianto. So excuse me if I get a little thrilled seeing you like this. Seeing physical proof of your life improving. I mean…I hope it’s been impr–”
Insert more heated making out here.
So, in short, Ianto learned to love his tum and what it represented and how it made both him and Jack feel. If you want more chubby Ianto headcanons, don’t worry, there are more coming your way thanks to more asks people have sent about Ianto’s tum, it’s just too late to get to answering them now. But thank you so much for asking about his chub! His chub means the world to me.
You're Good Enough || Remus Lupin x Reader [[request]]
[[request prompt: May I request a Young!Remus with a Ravenclaw!Reader who thinks that she’s not smart enough for Ravenclaw and asks Remus to help her with studying and while they talk the Reader shows her secret nerdy side (you can choose the topic) and Remus reassures her about her intelligence? Just some nice fluff please >3]]
ahhhh I love writing so much ;w; I can’t seem to stop.
**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!!
You wanted to scream and pull out your hair because you were so frustrated. Defense Against the Dark Arts was just not your subject as you struggle to grasp with the most basic spells. You couldn’t even make a simple smokescreen to confuse your enemies with.
Each time you were called on your professor to cast a spell, you would fail miserably, your inability to cast these spells making you the class clown as your Ravenclaw peers glared at you with disappointment.
You truly didn’t deserve to be in a group of such gifted students, yet you knew that you had to do something in order to get better at casting these spells.
When class ended, you look around the room to find anyone willing to help you. Asking for help from your Ravenclaw peers was absolutely out of the question, since they often liked to isolate you because you weren’t as naturally smart as they were. While your eyes darted throughout the room, you saw a shy boy with messy brown hair talking to his friends.
His green eyes appeared kind, and there was a certain softness about him that made him approachable. You search through your memories, hoping that you could remember his name when a lightbulb went off from within your mind.
Without hesitating, you stand from your seat while gathering your books and wand together. Stepping closer to the young man, you hesitantly call out to him, “R-Remus?”
His head immediately turns to face you, and upon seeing you clearly, you heard him stutter your name “[N-Name]!” His movements were so sudden that he nearly fell out of his chair, earning a few chuckles from James Potter.
”You alright there, mate?”
James manages to speak despite how much he was snorting, trying to keep his laughter in check.
”I’m f-fine, a-anyways, [Name], how can I help you?”
There was a prominent dust of pink against his cheeks, and you briefly wondered why he was blushing before clearing your throat.
Happy that he seemed willing to help, you clasp your hands together in excitement, “Remus, I was wondering if you could maybe…tutor me for DADA? My spell casting for this class is absolutely atrocious, and I w-would really appreciate the help.”
James was still chuckling when Remus’ eyes seem to light up at the thought of helping you, and you felt all of your anxieties disappear when he gives you a nod, “Sure, let’s meet in the library once classes are done with.”
Excited at the thought of finally getting help for the class you struggled the most with, you arrive at the library first and waits near the corner for Remus to come. In about five minutes, you see the young man run into the library, his robe trailing behind him as his brown hair fell across his forehead in a mess of shaggy strands. He sees you and flashes you a warm smile, “[Name], hello.”
”Hi.” You stand before him, twirling your wand around with your fingertips. Unsure of what to do or say, you let Remus speak first when he gestures at your wand. “S-So you struggle with defensive spells?”
You nod, “I do…and it’s becoming a bit embarrassing for me. Can you please help me?”
Remus gives you a reassuring smile, “Of course. Come on; let’s start with an easy spell. Try your best to conjure green sparks okay? Follow the movement of my wand.”
You and Remus spend an embarrassing amount trying to perfect the spell. When you both went past the hour mark, and yet still, you didn’t see a single green spark flow from the tip of your wand, you felt all of your doubts and self loathing come rushing back to you.
Feeling absolutely mortified, you begin to cry, showing Remus just how frustrated and disappointed you were in yourself, “Remus, I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot! I can’t even get this simple spell correct! I don’t even deserve to be part of Ravenclaw because of how much of a dolt I am!”
”Hey hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Remus steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around the front of your abdomen before placing a hand over your right hand. His close proximity to you was making you nervous when you begin to ask him, “R-Remus? What are you doing?”
”Ssssh, just close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” Remus breathes into your ear, making your face turn redder when you nod and did as he said.
”[Name], do you have any pets?”
”Good, now describe your pet to me.”
You describe your beloved animal to Remus, not leaving out a single detail about your pet when Remus kept asking you questions about it.
”Now picture your beloved pet is lost out in a forest somewhere. It is winter, and your pet had somehow managed to wander away from your warm home in the dead of the night. You’re desperate to find them, yet you don’t know where to look. So you do the one thing you can do; you cast a spell, sending out a spark of green light, beckoning them to come to you.”
Almost instinctively, you raise your wand and move it in the pattern that would make the green sparks come forth. When you hear Remus gasp from behind you was when you opened your eyes, seeing the emerald sparks emitted from the tip of your wand. Before it could reach one of the shelves, you stop your concentration and break the spell. Once the green sparks disappeared, you face Remus with a bright smile on your face, “Oh, Remus, that was wonderful! Thank you!”
Too caught up in your excitement, you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug, “I’ll admit, Defense Against the Dark Arts is not my strong point, which is why I’m not too confident in this class. But what you did- that was amazing! I…I never had felt so sure about my spell before!”
Remus was blushing at the fact that you still hadn’t let him go, but he didn’t mind your closeness to him. Clearing his throat, he puts a hesitant hand around your waist, “To draw out these spells, you have to really feel a sense of urgency. I didn’t really help out with much; I just tapped into your natural abilities by drawing it out with a simple scenario. The rest was all thanks to your doing, so don’t think that you’re undeserving of being a Ravenclaw. You’re good enough, [Name].”
You laugh, unconsciously clutching on to the front of his robe with your hands, “You know…I may not be the best at the Dark Arts, but I adore my Potions and Herbology class!”
You pull away from him with a grin as you told him about how certain flowers had special properties that could help with healing. In fact, you were so engrossed with telling Remus about what you read and learned (and he had found you to be so cute) that he honestly couldn’t help what happened next.
You were in the middle of talking about all of the medicinal values seen in a rose petal when you felt something warm against your lips, effectively stopping you from speaking. Your eyes widen for a few seconds before narrowing slightly, returning his kiss when your raise your hand to delve your fingers into the back of Remus’ hair.
With his lips still lingering against yours, Remus gives you a few more chaste kisses, the blush never leaving his face when he asked you to join him during their incoming trip to Hogsmeade this weekend.
”As long as its with you, I’ll be happy to go anywhere.”
I GOT A TON OF REDBUBBLE STUFF SHIPPED TODAY AHHH
LOOK AT ALL THIS
I GOT LIKE 10 PILOT THINGS AND 2 MARKIPLIER THINGS AND I LOVE THEM TO BITS
MY DAD GOT EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR THE ‘SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND’ SHIRT AND THAT’S IT
Edit; I somehow forgot that I got a Vince sticker too
thank you so much to everyone!!! i didn’t ignore all the messages i got, i wanted to answer them properly (esp when i’m not at work or when i’m in the right frame of mind). thank you so much for understanding and all the kind and encouraging words ;; i didn’t want pity since i just wanted to explain (it made me feel a lot better after doing so), but i didn’t expect to get so many messages! thank you again ;; i feel a lot better after getting these messages, talking to friends about my problem, and accepting it as part of life and moving on…. it seems like a small thing, but losing one of the things i can do/have that makes me happy is just…like jumping into a blackhole. ahhahaha
i hope you guys have a great weekend! love you all! <333