Not to be fake deep but I feel like this whole thing with Isaac vs Isabel isn’t actually about how Isabel and Isaac have affected each other so much as how they’ve been influenced by the shitty adults in their lives. Like most of their anger doesn’t actually stem from each other, it stems from mistreatment by adults, such as Isabel being bullied and dismissed by her grandpa, and Isaac being excluded from the group by Mr Spender, his own teacher. (Also Isabel’s grandpa and Isaac’s spirit kind of parallel each other with the whole Angry Old Men Who Call Their Children Weak but thats another story)
The Prologue - I knew this was a concept album with a Romeo + Juliet story but she actually read the actual prologue of Romeo + Juliet my love of both Shakespeare and Halsey have been truly united and I can die peacefully.
100 Letters - With the exception of the three singles released this is the first actual song I’ve heard off HFK and it’s so different from Badlands but I already love it. I’m glad despite this being more of a radio album that the lyrics are still pure Halsey.
Eyes Closed - Honestly, I prefer the stripped version of this but I still enjoy it. I feel like I need to drive around with this on repeat for a few hours.
Heaven In Hiding - I got chills during the chorus it’s so good. I feel like an alternate version of this could’ve been on Badlands.
Alone - This is so different than anything I was expecting from this album but I kind of really love it wow.
Now or Never - I don’t care what anyone says I loved this song when it came out and I still love it no matter how many times I listen to it.
Sorry - I was wondering if she would do a slow song at all and I’m glad she did aside from the fact that I want to rip my heart out and cry until I die.
Good Mourning - I feel like this is the people of HFK speaking but I could be wrong. Either way I feel like I’m late for an appointment.
Lie - I feel like Halsey was super pissed when she did this. I really wish Quavo wasn’t in it though just because I don’t care about him at all. I just want to hear more Halsey. She sounds good in the background though.
Walls Could Talk - I’m curious if this is about Lido. I really it like it but it’s so short.
Bad At Love - This is just all kinds of great and I hope she performs this live because I’d love to hear it so much.
Don’t Play: I was pretty bored with this one until I heard Halsey say “motherfucker” a bunch of times and now I feel revived.
Strangers - I’m not really a fan of Lauren but she sounds so good with Halsey and I really do love this song.
Angel on Fire - The lyrics for this are so good. I also feel like this would’ve worked on Badlands. Anyways, this song makes me feel like screaming or smashing dishes around my house or showering with all my clothes on.
Devil In Me - This makes me feel sad. I want to give her a hug.
Hopeless - I was really nervous about this because of Cashmere Cat but I think this is actually one of my favorites on the album and I’m so happy with it.
Overall: I was so worried about this album because I love Badlands more than anything but I’m so happy with this album. I don’t really know what else to say besides that I adore Halsey and will listen to nothing else this summer.
Favorite Songs: Hopeless, Sorry, 100 Letters, Angel on Fire, Devil In Me, Alone, Bad At Love
I’ve seen a lot of posts about this, but i just wanted to share my personal experience i guess and what this fandom has done to me. I have barely any followers so i’m not sure this will even get around :/ When I read Throne of Glass I became obsessed with Sarah J. Maas’s books. I read up to Queen of Shadows and then had to wait for EoS. During that time i couldn’t pick up any other books cuz I thought they just couldn’t compare. Then I found out there was another series by her. ACOTAR.
ACOTAR honestly changed me. It changed my view on things and at the time i was going through a really hard time and i was just very depressed. The series helped me heal but the biggest thing was how real the characters felt for me. I fell in love with all of them.
I don’t have a single friend who reads. Only a couple of my close friends even know I like to read cuz everyone else judges me and I have really bad self confidence issues so I’ve kept it to myself. But it’s been killing me more because I can’t talk to anyone about this book in person and i hate it. I can’t let all of my feels out to any of my friends.
So I joined Tumblr. And I was amazed. At how so many different people from all over could make so many new friends and just endlessly talk about this series. I haven’t posted anything (this is my official first post) cuz I was always nervous and shy that people wouldn’t like me or something.
But I loved just watching everyone rant and just have fun talking about this amazing series and how it brought so many people together! Until ACOWAR came out.
Personally, I loved ACOWAR because it continued with the characters i fell in love with and it healed me even more. That’s my opinion and i absolutely respect everyone else’s. But.
Every time i would look at tumblr, there was a HUGE argument over small things i didn’t even realize you could argue over. It broke my heart to see people that were once together as friends and family and supporters… a FANDOM, fall apart. I had no idea what to do.
I started getting worried to look at Tumblr cuz I hate seeing people argue like this. This fandom makes me SO happy beyond words. Like i’m speechless of how amazing everyone is. I love every single one of you.
The fan fics you come up with, the edits you make, the hilarious and relatable posts you make is incredible. And the fact that it all revolves around ACOTAR makes me even happier since i have no one to talk about it with.
Please, please, please, take a minute and remember why you post what you post, why you write about these characters, how you met others through this fandom, and most of all, please don’t fall apart.
I’ve never been apart of a fandom before and this has been amazing even tho i don’t post anything, just witnessing it. It’s incredible.
So please, don’t argue. If you don’t like someone’s fanfic than don’t read it. If you don’t agree with someone’s opinion that’s perfectly okay! But respect their opinion like they would respect yours. Everyone is different.
Yes, I ship Elriel which has been an argument lately. Yes, i love the whole “die together” thing that Rhys and Feyre did because i like cheesy romantic stories and i loved that! But that’s just me! I 100% see why people would disagree, and i respect that because i know people are different and you can’t always agree.
Those are just two examples but what i’m saying is PLEASE don’t argue over things like that! Let Sarah J. Maas write whatever she wants! It’s her books. And if you don’t like them don’t read them.
Overall my message is to be kind to each other. We’re running out of kindness in this world and it kills me. This is where I come to be happy. So please be nice and respect each other. You’re all outstanding and talented and wonderful people and i want you all to know that you’ve changed my life even though i don’t talk or know any of you. I hope to post more after this and make friends so i can talk about ACOTAR with someone.
Thank you if you read this. I love you all. Please come together again and rebuild this amazing fandom. You won’t regret it❤️
(I am so sorry this took so long but I hope you like it. This is my first reaction post so hopefully it’s okay💕)
He hasn’t told you about his feelings for you yet, so he had mixed emotions about the bottle landing on you. He would be excited but also nervous. After he kissed you, he’d ask you to be his girlfriend.
“y/n, I really like you.. will you go out with me?”
He was panicking. Only on the inside, obviously; he couldn’t risk looking anything but calm, cool, and collected around you. He simply leaned in to kiss you, but after the kiss he was visibly blushing.
“Ah, I guess now it’s obvious I like you.. do you maybe feel the same way?”
He spun the bottle, hoping it would land on you. When it finally stopped and he looked up from it to see it had landed on you, he smirked and made his way to you. Without hesitation, he confidently kissed you. He moved his head back from your kiss, his lust-filled not taking his eyes off you, taking you by the hand into a different room.
“You look so good tonight, baby.. but before we do anything, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”
The bottle landed on you and a smile instantly spread across his face. He held on to you and leaned closer to kiss you. Afterwards, he asked you on a date.
“Y/n, I don’t know if you feel the same way about me as I fee about you.. but do you maybe wanna go on a date as see where it goes?”
Taehyung spun the bottle and closed his eyes. He was too afraid to see who it would land on. When he opened his eyes to see the bottle pointing at you, he was scared but also relieved because he was hoping it would be you he had to kiss. He gave you a quick kiss and started blushing like crazy.
“So y/n.. I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?”
Jimin was excited to play the game, knowing that you’d be there too. You were the one to spin the bottle, and when it landed on him, his heart skipped a beat. You two shared a passionate kiss and after the game, he took your hand and asked you to be his.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that kiss.. how long I’ve been waiting to make you mine.” “Jimin..?” “I have had feelings for you for the longest time, y/n. Will you go out with me?”
At first he was against playing the game but when he found out you’d be playing too, he was first to spin the bottle. The bottle pointed at you and his confidence was shot. He was completely frozen. Only one word could describe how he was feeling in that moment: JUNGSHOOK (lol sorry I had to). Instead of him kissing you, you had to make your way over to him and give him a kiss. After the game, he had a conversation with you about the kiss.
“Ah, y/n.. I’m sorry about that. I just got nervous because I like you. But I know you don’t like me so just forget it..” “Jungkook, I like you too.” “Really? Well in that case.. wanna give that kiss another try?”
Feeling slightly guilty for only having selfies to post, but only slightly 😉 Really enjoying the coldfront (and rain!!!) we’re just starting to experience in these parts! On a different note, I want thank each and every one of you guys for the positivity you leave on my photos. Sometimes I feel a bit nervous about sharing things that I don’t think are up to par with the level of artistry I see here, but you all never fail to lift my spirits with your sweet comments and kind messages. So thank you from the bottom of my heart, I’ve really been lucky with the incredible community I’ve found here 💚
came to my mind after listening to Kuroshitsuji Web Radio and I would really
like to share them with others. I really hope that my English isn’t bad and
this post would be understandable (English isn’t my native language and I’m
still learning it xD). Also I’m a Grelliam shipper, so forgive me please if
someone ships the other pairing and sees no affection between William and Grell. In my opinion, every
pairing with our red-haired princess is awesome!
I believe, there
is no need to speak about Grell’s feelings towards him, ‘cause Toboso-san
confirmed, that William is the main Grell’s passion, while Sebastian is just an
idol. So, let’s speak about William, he’s pretty interesting and unclear
character, ‘cause he is the person who doesn’t show his emotions at all.
Anyway, Grell is the
only one who wakes the emotions up inside Will. We just need to remember that
smile from the OVA, when Grell called him by his name for the first time. And
this name was «Will», not «William», what also makes sense. It is clear that
Will dislikes shortened names (because of that he calls everyone by the full name
and surname), but Grell is the only one who can call him
and William doesn’t mind at all. I believe, he even likes it somehow.
Grell is allowed
to enter Will’s personal space. In the 5th episode of Book of Circus William
Ciel and Sebastian to go closer to him and blamed Ciel for entering his
territory for a 3 centimeter long. At the same time Grell can hug William in
front of other people and he says nothing about it. It can be because of his
calmness, but I believe, that here is another reason. For example, Sebastian
calls Grell’s flirt «revolting», but it’s just a flirt. But for William Grell
shows real love and intention of physical connection and William doesn’t even
say a single rude word about it. Grell’s attention isn’t «revolting» for him, it’s just
very annoying, ‘cause Grell is a very loud and energetic reaper, who causes lots of problems and can even tire others.
I don’t believe
that William is a very rude and sadistic person in fact. We should remember
that he is a boss and Grell is just his subordinate (very incompetent, lazy and
emotional subordinate). Actually it would be a shame, if everyone knows that the
face of the management division is in relationship with such awful subordinate,
who is physically a man, what will cause even bigger shock among other reapers.
That’s the reason why Will has to behave that way just to save his reputation. Also
let’s notice that he kicks Sutcliff only for the time when Grell starts
speaking about feelings towards him. Will just has to kick, because it’s the only way to
make Sutcliff silent and not allow everybody to realize about their relationship.
helps Grell with work, which is not his actually. He works overtime, but when
Grell is in a trouble or needs help with collecting the souls, then William
will help with it. I believe, it shows Will as a very close friend or even as a
beloved one to Grell, because rude and sadistic boss won’t help you with your
job, but Will helps and does it every time.
The way how
Ronald jokes about Will’s relationship with his subordinate. In 10th episode of Book of Circus Ronald points out, that Will is angry because of
meeting him, while Grell went to the Phantomhive’s mansion. Also in Kuroshitsuji Web Radio he says «Spears-senpai and
Grell-senpai have a good relationship». Then he mentions that he can have a talk with
William only about weather and Grell-senpai, but about weather Will is not
talkative and he also can’t follow the discussion about girls. And Ronald notices that
Will doesn’t care about the web program, but came to it with Grell to support his subordinate.
Actually, Ronald just behave as their shipper. xDDD
after Grell’s words. It’s just cute how he hits Sutcliff’s head in 18th episode. It’s
like the behavior of husband, who just doesn’t want his beloved to be an
unintelligent reaper who knows nothing about Undertaker’s personality.
William started taking care after his glasses and speaking about it only after Grell’s request. Is he following the words of his beloved for 100 years? It’s pretty loyal.
towards Sebastian. Could it be jealousy? Well, actually I’m not sure about that,
but William hates Sebastian the most and sometimes I think that this is because
of Grell’s attention to that demon. So, if there would be no Sebastian, Grell
stops follow him and… starts working well. Yes, William is dreaming about that
with the bottom of his heart.
And that look of
William. His gaze becomes warmer and softer when he is looking at Grell and I
think this says the most about his feelings towards his subordinate.
To say it
simple, Grell just makes William emotional and alive, what is impermissible for reapers. They are forbidden to have feelings, because it can cause
problems to their responsible work. So, I just believe that William is in love
with Grell too, but has no possibility to admit it. If Will admits his
feelings, he becomes weak in front of others reapers, so he must be unemotional
to do his job professionally as a leader.
Well, I suppose
that’s all the points that came to my mind today. This post turned out to be even bigger
than I had thought, but I really hope that you enjoyed it while reading!
Have a nice day
and thanks for reading and your attention!
trans peter's first kiss with mj? they aren't dating, and he's nervous that she won't feel the same
peter’s on the top of his bunk bed, laying down while mj lays on the bottom bunk and reads her book. but she isn’t really reading, she’s listening to peter complain about his day. her eyes are staring at the words on the page, but her ears are listening patiently.
“ – then flash said that being trans was a sexuality, and that’s? how?? i know he’s trying to be better and understand, but sometimes his ignorance is so annoying and i lose all my patience. gender identity isn’t the same as sexuality!! i’m so tired of people thinking they’re the same,” peter sighs, mj feels him sit up on the top bunk. “at least he isn’t calling me penis parker anymore. small victories, i guess.”
mj closes her book and sits up. “hey, lean over the side.” she feels peter shifting around before he leans over the top bunk, his head upside down in front of her.
“woah,” peter breathes out, smiling. “head rush.”
mj rolls her eyes and ignores him. “try not to let it get to you, okay? i know it’s hard, but just know that even when everyone is an idiot – you got ned, you got may – ”
“i got you,” peter whispers, looking at mj intently. his eyes are beginning to cross from being upside down, but he doesn’t blink. “right?”
mj smiles, it’s small but it reaches up to her eyes and makes them twinkle almost. “yeah, you got me.”
peter grins and sways slightly, his curls waving around. but then suddenly his smile fades and a look of nervousness washes over him. “mj… i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, been meaning to for awhile now and i’m – i’m just, i’m afraid of how it could change our – ”
mj leans forward, really close to peter. she runs a hand soothingly over his face and brushes her lips over the tip of his nose, then hunches down slightly so she can look peter in his wide eyes. “our friendship?”
peter inhales sharply. “y-yeah,” he squeaks, his voice cracking harshly which causes him to blush. “friends don’t do this stuff.”
mj smirks and moves her hand from peter’s face to run it through his hair, and she pulls his face forward. she can feel him leaning dangerously far off the top bunk. slowly, she slots her mouth with his and kisses him gently before pulling back. “the people you kiss are supposed to be your friends.”
peter’s eyelids are heavy and he leans back in towards mj, kissing her again. it’s slightly awkward from the angle, peter’s lips move over her bottom lip and onto her chin a bit, but mj wouldn’t change it for the world. it’s clumsy, yet sensuous, and after a few long seconds they find their rhythm and the kiss deepens. peter sighs dreamily and leans in more, and mj bites his bottom lip softly and pulls a long moan from peter. he leans forward more and –
peter falls off of the top bunk and onto the floor, and mj immediately breaks into a fit of snorting laughter while peter just lays on the floor in shock, his mouth open and his lips puffy.
“what was that?!” may yells from the other room, which thankfully snaps peter out of his stupor.
“uh – nothing! just fell!!” peter scrambles up and shoves mj, who’s nearly in hysterics, as he goes to stand by his bedroom door. mj calms herself down though to stifled giggles, while peter glares at her from across the room.
The guys in the Dishonored chat gave me the idea to do an Outsider-inspired makeup, however it turned into some kind of closet cosplay just to get the right whale satan mood (I also edited the eye and hair colour). My idea was to make it look like his skin is breaking off to reveal sort of odd-looking veins of whale oil underneath. Idk it’s some kind of void nonsense at least, and it was super fun to make. <3
I’m gonna try and pick 5 that aren’t universally loved moments in fandom, not that I don’t love The Beach Scene, Elevator Scene and “Welcome Home”, but just wanted to explore other things I found interesting and awesome about R1. :D Thank you for the ask, btw!
5. Orson Krennic ragging on Galen’s choice of farming on Lah’mu. Listen Krennic, farming isn’t exactly easy (neither is working on a giant super weapon, but I digress). I just thought it was a funny introduction to one of my favorite Star Wars villians, since he has such relateable motivations (he just wants to be recognized!!! for what he did!!! he deserves that!!! stoopid Tarkin).
4. Baze Malbus’s “little sister” line to Jyn. This rivals “Welcome Home” in my book, I mean … Jyn has been without a consistent home, let alone any sort of family, for YEARS. To hear such things in the span of days? It just warms my little “found family trope” loving heart. Also I just want Baze to be my space dad.
3. Jyn’s face on the beach of Scarif, giving Cassian that “I swear to the maker, Cassian, if you say something romantic or sentimental and make me cry after all of my walls are on the verge of completely crumbling I will cut you” face. It says so much in such a small look, and I swear I have given that look hundreds of times in my own life.
2. Cassian’s entire opening sequence. I love how he went from comforting and charismatic, to cold and heartless, to self-loathing in the span of SECONDS after killing Tivik. It was then that I knew I was going to fall hard for his character, I live for morally grey characters and coming to grips with their actions, and boy does Cassian deliver all of that (it’s ok bby you’re doing fine.)
1. THIS moment of K2, Cassian and Jyn entering the elevator. To me this was the moment they all realized the magnitude of their undertaking. Jyn sways and fidgets a bit, Cassian’s visibly nervous and drawing a deep breath, and K2 goes “I have a bad feeling about this.” It was such a quick little moment but it said so much to me. While they were stoic and brave in front of their R1 crew, this is where they really let their guard down and let themselves be nervous, but also gather their strength. (also no secret I love these two in their Imperial get-ups so that was a nice plus).
What can u say about the visible lines/marks on Camila's right bicep & then one her lower arm (a little higher from her wrist) some marks not straight but looks reddish on her other arm. The bicep is where the straight marks are really obvious & clear to see. I hope that she doesn't self harm. I mean I feel like she doesn't bc of how much she knows it's not good. She even tells the fans not do it but idk man I'm nervous. They seriously look like self harm marks. Ps U can see from pics you posted
Oh don’t worry sweets - Camila is the clumsiest child ever, she probably just fell on her ass during rehearsal 😂😂
hi! this is a snippet from a fic i’m currently working on, which will hopefully be done soon! lauren @daggersau read some and really kindly drew me this lovely piece of art to go with this part of the fic, so i really wanted to share it! i hope u enjoy x
Harry shifts closer and closer to Louis on the sofa as another film plays on (they’ve been at this for a while now, light from outside steadily creeping away, film afternoon having turned into a film evening), and Louis is slowly losing his ability to regulate his breathing properly. He can feel the warmth from Harry’s body, can feel Harry’s thigh touching his, and even though it’s a small couch, there’s still plenty of space, so Harry doesn’t strictly need to be this close. Louis doesn’t dare say anything, though. Doesn’t want to.
Harry does get up, though, and Louis misses his presence immediately. Jesus. He spends an hour with Harry in close proximity to him and now he can hardly bear being apart for a mere minute? How pathetic.
Louis’ not suffering for long; Harry’s just come back, along with even more drinks for them all to have. He also brought a blanket, the same one that he’s now draping over them both, all soft and fuzzy and pink. Louis realises, as Harry’s arranging the blanket, that it almost matches Harry’s nail colour; a glossy, pale rose that he hadn’t noticed before. And of course. Of course this hardened boy who wears tough leather and harsh black eyeliner, and does too many drugs to count, also owns a fluffy pink blanket. How very Harry.
“Love the colour, H,” Louis whispers once Harry is settled, because fuck it, if Harry’s allowed a nickname, Louis is too.
“It’s my favourite,” Harry smiles shyly, as if there’s anything to be shy about. Louis focuses his eyes on Harry, and in the low light, the colour of his glowing cheeks almost seem to match the blanket. Louis is helplessly endeared by this boy. Of course his favourite colour is pink, too.
“Hey, lovebirds, stop your whispering,” Louis feels his cheeks heat up at the comment, and he also feels called out. Is he being that obvious? He’s going to kill Niall, honestly, “There’s a time and place for that. You’re the ones who wanted to watch this film in the first place,” Louis head finally whips over to the source of the sound, to see Niall grinning, who’s not actually irritated in the slightest.
“Shut up, Niall,” he hears Harry mutter from next to him, after a beat, voice slightly breathless, and he sounds a bit distracted, attention probably back on the film already. Maybe it’s not such a big deal then; it’s probably just a joke to Harry, Niall’s comment. Louis wishes it could be just a joke to him, would make things, controlling his feelings, mainly, a whole lot easier to deal with. Louis lets out a deep breath. He’s going to be having words with Niall later. “It’s those two you should be worried about, anyway,” Harry adds, gesturing to Zayn and Liam sitting next to Niall.
Niall looks over - they all do - to where Zayn and Liam are sitting together. They’re all curled up to each other, oblivious to the conversation around them even more oblivious to the attention on them. They’re in their own little bubble, reciting the lines from the film to each other. It’s sweet.
Louis remembers the conversation he’d had with them in the pub, weeks ago now. Remembers what they’d said about feeling secure in each other, how they just knew.
“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” a whispered voice travels to Louis’ ear, barely loud enough. He knows who’s said it though.
Without looking away from the couple, he responds, “Yeah. They’re lucky.”
“They’ve always been my gauge, you know? Ever since they first got together. They fell in love straight away, I think, even when we were kids you could tell,” Harry continues, voice low so as not to earn another comment from Niall. Also, perhaps to keep their conversation private, too. Louis stomach flutters at the simple prospect of him and Harry having secrets together, exclusive discussions that only they hear. Fuck. Louis’ already in so deep if this is what he gets excited about.
“Your gauge?” Louis whispers back, confused at what he means.
“Like, my measurement. For relationships, I mean, people I meet. I’ve always been a bit nervous that I’d never actually find anyone, because my standards are so high, but it’s important to me,” he continues, a bit sheepishly. “I say to myself, if they don’t seem like they’re gonna make you feel like Zayn and Liam make each other feel, that almost tangible feeling of just… pure love, then what’s the bloody point?” Harry responds, light humour in his tone, but Louis can tell, is able to tell now, when Harry’s being genuine or not. And he is, with this. He obviously admires his friends’ relationship a lot.
“Oh. I see,” Louis says softly, and then decides he’s just going to risk saying the next thing he says before wimping out, “So… has anyone lived up to that yet? For you?” Louis doesn’t know why this question makes him so nervous, why he has to work on regulating his breathing yet again in preparation for the answer. (He knows. Of course he knows).
“Hm.” Louis can feel Harry’s gaze latched to him now, and he moves his eyes from Zayn and Liam back to Harry. It’s always back to Harry, it seems. “Not until–” Harry stops then, a puzzling look on his face that Louis can’t quite decipher. Then, unmistakably, in their close proximity, Harry’s emerald gaze flickers from Louis’ eyes, to his lips, and then back again. Louis is almost fully sure that he stops breathing for a second there. “I’m not sure, now, actually.”
Louis has to avert his gaze, has to vacate the intense moment immediately. Harry’s heavy stare is almost too much, never mind the weight behind the words. Louis can’t, doesn’t want to think about what Harry could possibly mean, doesn’t want to take it the wrong way, because Louis always takes it the wrong way. Louis’s past, whether with his family or relationships, has been disappointing, to say the least, and he’s been let down too many times to count. It’s ironic, too, because now Louis barely ever lets himself feel anything, will never admit to himself properly how feels, out of fear of disappointment, but he can’t really help it when it comes to Harry. He doesn’t want to be disappointed, though, it’s happened too often before. Harry’s his friend, and that’s enough. It has to be enough.
This story is based on the following FML submission:
Today, I called this girl I’ve had a crush on for 2 years to confess my love to her. However, as she picked up the phone, I got so nervous that I froze and couldn’t say a word. I was standing there, breathing heavily for 20 seconds. She got so freaked out that she threatened to call the police. FML.
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Tadashi sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his phone and chewing nervously at the inside of his thumb. The anxiety-filled man was currently fighting with the angel and the devil on his shoulder, trying to gather up the courage to call Y/N. She is a beautiful young woman, about to begin her first year at SFIT. The two had met when they were both in high school, Y/N being a wide-eyed freshman and Tadashi a confident junior. They quickly became best friends, but Tadashi wished for more than friendship from Y/N. This led the tall man to his current predicament: should he call and confess his love for Y/N, or should he continue his silence?
Hiro groans and rolls his eyes at his mess of a brother. “Would you just call her already?! You’ve been staring at your phone for a solid twenty minutes, Tadashi.”
“What if I freak her out? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this, Hiro. She probably doesn’t like me. Yeah, no, I can’t do this,” the older boy pulls off his hat and runs his fingers through his matted down hair.
“You can and you will call her, ‘cause I am sick and tired of you always talking about ‘Y/N this’ and ‘Y/N that’ and moping around every time a different boy gets up the nerve to ask her out on a date and she says yes,” The younger Hamada crosses his arms over his chest, “Now, do you need me to call her for you or are you going to grow up and do it yourself?”
Tadashi huffs, firmly placing his hat back on his head. He pulls up your contact in his phone, and hits the call button next to your number. He nods confidently as the phone wrings, sure he’s got this one in the bag. He’s sure that 1000%, without a doubt, you’re going to say that you felt the same way and had been waiting for him to finally make his move. Hell yeah. I AM the man. His confidence crashes when he hears you pick up the line.
“Hey, Tadashi, What’s up?” He can hear your smile on the other end, but feels as if he’s suddenly frozen. “Are you alright Tadashi?” His nerves have taken control, and all he’s doing is breathing.
Into the phone.
“Tadashi, is that you?”
Breathing, breathing, breathing.
“Okay, well, whoever the fuck you are, you’re really freaking me out.” There’s no answer, just breathing. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m calling the fucking cops, asshole.” Much to your relief, the person who called you hangs up and the line goes dead.
“What was that all about?” your roommate, Honey Lemon, steps out of the kitchen and slides into her spot on the couch next to you. She hands you a mug of hot chocolate and takes a sip of her own, looking curiously at you. You were still shaking after the terrifying phone call, so you did something very out of character for you.
You burst into tears.
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“Wow,” Hiro says, slack-jawed and staring at the train wreck he was apparently related to. “You know, I don’t think that could have gone much worse. Yep, I’m pretty sure that was definitely the worst possible outcome for that phone call.” He spins his desk chair away from his computer to look at Tadashi. The older boy is now leaning against his bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, hat off once again and fingers tangling their way through his now unruly hair.
“I would appreciate it if you would stop talking,” Tadashi seethes. Groaning, he rakes his fingers down his face. “God, how did I fuck that up so bad? I froze up and now she thinks I’m a psychopathic loser. She’ll never want to talk to me again.” Tadashi covers his face with his hands and sighs.
“So what are you gonna do about it?” Hiro says, wheeling his chair over to his moping older brother.
“Nothing. I told you, she’ll never want to talk to me again.”
“Y’know, for someone who’s so smart, you’re really stupid sometimes. She obviously likes you: she gets all blushy and nervous and weird around you, just like you do when you’re around her. It’s gross,” Hiro sticks a finger in his mouth and pretends to gag. “But anyways, you should go talk to her before she gets a restraining order against you or something.”
Tadashi flushes at the thought of you being nervous around him. Could you really be into a total nerd like Tadashi? He rises from his slouch on the floor, picking up his phone and keys from the bedside table. He ruffles Hiro’s hair, grabs his bike helmet, and quickly and stealthily rushes down the stairs, successfully avoiding any and all questions from Aunt Cass about where he was going this late at night. It was only 10:00, but that was practically midnight to his aunt. He knew he could make it to your apartment by 10:30 if he hustled, so without further hesitation he jumped on his scooter and left his home behind.
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Honey Lemon opens the door to find a breathless Hamada brother on the other side instead of the pizza delivery guy she was expecting. Tadashi can faintly hear (Your favorite Disney movie) playing from inside the apartment.
“Hey,” he says, awkwardly waving at the blonde girl, who does not seem particularly happy with him, judging by the piercing glare she’s sending his way.
“What the hell was that?” She says in a harsh whisper. She steps outside of the apartment and closes the door until it is almost shut so you won’t be able to hear the conversation. Her eyes were alight with a fury he had never encountered from the normally bubbly girl.
“I freaked out, okay? I was calling to ask Y/N if she wanted to go out with me, but I freaked out and blew it. I had to come talk to her in person because I screwed everything up. Does she hate me now?” Tadashi rubs the back of his neck nervously.
“I have no idea, it took me a solid ten minutes to get the story out of her because she was crying so hard. Crying, Tadashi. Y/N. She literally never cries,” Honey Lemon speaks quietly, not wanting you to overhear the conversation.
Tadashi has never felt like more of an asshole in his entire life, and pleads with Honey Lemon to let him talk to you. Sighing, She steps away from the door and allows the boy to enter.
He slips off his shoes and steps lightly into the clean apartment, which smells faintly like vanilla and has white Christmas lights and photographs on the walls. He lightly runs his fingers over a large, framed picture of the two of you that was taken at your high school graduation in the spring. You were wearing a (your school color) robe and his San Fransokyo Ninjas hat, while he wore a light blue shirt, grey cardigan, and your graduation cap on his head. You were both laughing in the photo, arms happily wrapped around each other. He had a copy of the same photo sitting on his desk at home. Smiling at the photograph, he walked into the living room.
You’re too enraptured by the movie to pay attention to who had walked into the room. You turn, expecting to see Honey Lemon holding a box full of carb-loaded-love, but instead find the man you’ve been in love with since you moved to San Fransokyo. Now, four years later, with him leaning against the wall in your apartment, you were startled to say the least, judging by the ice cream carton that had slipped out of your hand and was now all over your blanket. Noticing the stream of melted vanilla snaking its way from the carton seems to shake you from your stupor. You see Tadashi leave the room and come back moments later with a wad of paper towels, dropping to his knees in front of you and wiping the gooey mess off your blanket. Sitting back on his heels, he looks up at you.
“Hey,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Hey,” you repeat, your guard still up after the night’s strange events.
“So, um, I want to apologize for scaring you out earlier. The truth is, I was, uh, I was calling to tell you that I really, really, like you, but instead I froze up and freaked you out. Jesus, Y/N, it’s just–damn, you make me so nervous–” Tadashi’s nervous tirade is cut short by your soft lips pressing against his cheek. A blush blossoms across his cheek and reddens his ears.
“You are the biggest dork I’ve ever met, Tadashi,” you murmur, taking his hand. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“Y/N, I want to kiss you.”
“Well, what’s stopping you?”
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A/N: Hey Guys! So that was the first fic I’ve ever published: I hope you liked it! I would love to take any sort of request or idea you’ve got (although, I am a kinda slow writer)! Thanks for reading!
Lmao can you imagine cute, awkward pre-kids missus fumbling w/her words trying to tell Harry that she likes him cumming in her?
Oh my goodness. Maybe they’re laying together, she’s got her head on his chest, post-sex and she just feels like she has to tell him.
“Harry, can I tell you something?” She dots a fingertip over the teeny freckles splattered over the skin of his chest.
“‘Course,” he mumbles, shifting her even closer, an arm wrapped around her lower back.
“I just…I really…” She pauses, feeling nervous somehow? She’s never nervous about things like this around Harry but she’s convinced this is going to come out weird or too vulgar. Harry tilts his head watching her worry her lower lip, a flush deepening over her cheeks that wasn’t his doing.
“Yeah?” He gives her a small, encouraging smile. “What is it, baby?”
She puffs out a breath, now raking her fingers through the sparse hair on the middle of his chest, tugging absentmindedly and wondering how he hasn’t complained.
“I just…I really…when you… I mean, I like when…It’s okay if you think this is weird or you don’t want to…”
And now he’s smirking, seeing how flustered she’s getting. He kisses her forehead reassuringly. “The suspense is killing me,” he jokes. “You can tell me, Snuggs.”
She buries her face in his chest for a moment, before lifting her eyes to peek up at him. “I really like when you cum inside me.” It comes out all strung together, without a single pause for air.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and she feels herself go red and hot and she hides her face again. It isn’t until she feels two of Harry’s fingers under her chin, coaxing it up so she can meet his gaze, that she finally looks at him.
“Yeah?” He’s got a smirk stretched over his lips that pops one of his dimples free.
She nods, a little slowly. “It feels really good.” She chuckles, a wash of embarrassment tingling through her body. “Is that…I think that came out wrong. Never mind.”
“No. S’not. Not a’tall.” Harry says, cutting her off before she can say anything further. “Baby, no. That’s…fucking hot. Love feelin’ ya around meh. How you squeeze me when you’re close too. Feels amazin’.” And he won’t deny that all of this has him half-hard again. He takes a deep breath, shifting his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He nuzzles his nose to hers, pecking her lips gently. “Wanna make ya feel good.”