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Baddest Bitch - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by ryvetted4

Pairing: Derek x Reader 

Prompt: Baddest Bitch by Bebe Rexha

Warning: Knotting, kinda breeding kink, smut. 

Thank you to my beta who edited this last night for me! @lets-imagine-fanfics



Your stilettos clicked against the pavement as you flicked out your claws effortlessly. You saw the head lights of the car as she finally came into view. Derek lay on the floor face down as she bent down to see his face. You rolled your eyes as you tuned in on her words.

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Teen and up.
Warning: there’s a lot of cursing. 
Word count: ~1400

Summary: Alfred attached the wrong file to the e-mail he sent to his professor. Of course he did. 

EDIT: I posted this on ao3 as well! 

Alfred was very proud of himself that evening. After all, not only had he been able to finish an assignment before the due deadline, he had also managed to write something for fun.

So he logged into his e-mail account and typed an e-mail for his professor.

To: Arthur Kirkland

Subject: literature review



Here’s the literature review on game localization you asked for next week!


Alfred Jones

Then, he decided to also compose another e-mail for his friend first before attaching his homework to the first e-mail because he was already there anyway so why not, right?

To: Kiku Honda

Subject: (no subject)


Hey kiku check it out… ive been playing that dating game u rec-ed me right… and there’s this character named arthur haha so ofc i went for him… for no reason… he’s nice, that’s all. So. i kinda wrote this fanfic???? Of us. LOL

It’s kinda lame but i’m making u read because u put me in this dating sim hell and now ur gonna deal with it…



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Digital Tutor


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Of cheaters and weird encounters

“Damn! That new kid really nails it!”, Stiles complained while walking next to you at the bleachers. “You know what, (Y/N)? Yesterday, he caught every single ball. I mean like, every ball we shot at him! This isn´t normal, don´t you think? I bet he´s a were-cheetah or anything like that.”

You sighed, shouldering your backpack and glancing over at the lacrosse field. The new kid your older brother was whining about was there, running around with a lacrosse stick in his hands and scoring goal after goal.

“Maybe he is just a very good lacrosse player. Ever considered that?”

“Or more like a were-cheater … “, he mumbled under his breath, completely ignoring your comment.

You threw your head back and gave your brother a dramatic eye roll. “Yep, he´s definitely a were-cheetah, Stiles. Let´s go find Scott or Lydia … before our very dangerous were-cheetah turns into anything worse, like a were-canary or a were-slug or … “ Stiles gave you a slight punch on the arm and ruffled your hair.

“You think this is funny, huh?”

“Nooo, why would you think that?” Now it was your brothers turn rolling his eyes at you. Although you were his sister, sometimes you could be a real pain in the ass.

“By the way, will you be there at Training this afternoon?” Stiles flashed you a hopeful grin.

“I don´t know yet, maybe … “

It wasn´t like you didn´t want to spend time with your brother and your friends, but being two years younger than anyone else in the pack made you always feel kinda misplaced. You couldn´t really hang out with People your age since most of your free time was being occupied by solving supernatural riddles and saving Beacon Hills.

“Come oooon, (Y/N/N). You can cheer my on when I show off with my skills on the field!”

“Or I could try to hide between the bleachers and deny our relation.”

“So you´re definitely coming! Good. Maybe you could help Malia with algebra or something.”

Oh yeah, you thought, this is going to be so much fun.

 You wandered through the hallways of the school, lost in your own thoughts and not really paying attention to anything surrounding you. You wondered how it would be if you just ran away. From everything. Maybe just for a single day. How it would feel to have zero responsibilities and no brother who never let you out of his sight; but at the same time you felt guilty even thinking about the possibbility of leaving your loved ones behind …

Suddenly, someone bumped into you, sending you to the floor within seconds.

“Sorry! Oh my god, I´m so sorry, I wasn´t looking where I was going. Are you okay?” The person who obviously ran you over started rambling nervously while you felt two suprisingly strong arms pulling you up again.

“It´s okay. I think it was my fault, actually…” You stopped mid-sentence as you finally came face-to-face with a blonde boy. He must be your age, well-built and with baby-blue eyes. The faint expression of shock was still written over his face, which was only inches away from yours.

“Yeah, well…I´m sorry anyway”, he said and let go of you so that you could take a few steps back. He was just about to turn around and leave when it clicked in your brain.

“Aren´t you the new kid? I´ve seen you on the Lacrosse field, you´re pretty rad …“ You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening and biting your lip. Did you really just say that out loud? The boy looked at you, a little bit startled but you could see a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

Really good Job, (Y/N), fabulous. Getting weird before he even knows your name, you thought.

“Ahem, thanks, I guess …”, the boy scratched the back of his head, slightly blushing and obviuosly not having a clue what to say now.

“Yeah, I should go now.” Fuck, this was so embarassing!

“Yep, totally…I mean, me too, you can stay, I´m not telling you to go away, I…oh my god, I´m totally ridiculous, right?”

Now it was your turn to blush, fiercely trying not to laugh. “Just a little bit, I mean, I´m not really better. My name´s (Y/N), by the way.”


For a few moments, none of you said anything and you just stared at each other, awkward smiles creeping over your faces. Actually, Liam was very cute and seemingly nice. Maybe he was indeed supernatural, because those traits were a very rare occurrence in your year.

The piercing ring of the bell woke you from your little trance. You had to head to your next class.

“Well, see you, Liam.” Hopefully.

“Yeah, see you..”(Y/N).”

If you only would´ve known what hurricane was about to hit the two of you …

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Shadow on the Run - Masterpost

There are monsters that hide under your bed, in your closet, under the stairs. Those things that go bump in the night? They wait around the corner. If only you had someone to protect you.

  • Rating: E
  • Quick Summary:  A late-Victorian era re-imagining of Dragon Age 2.
  • Pairing: Fenris x Female Hawke
  • AO3 Link: Click Here
  • Art By: @saa-pandaleon

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The kitten climbs up Chris’s shoulder. “Ow,” he says at the prickle of needle-sharp claws. “Ow, ow, ow.” The kitten sticks her nose in his ear. Chris makes a face.

Caitlin’s camera clicks.

“Why. Why must you document my suffering.”

“You’re so cute,” Caitlin says. She leans over and coos it. “So cute.”

“I know you’re talking to the kitten and not to me.”

She kisses the end of his nose. He makes a face at her. “Of course I was talking to both of you,” she says.

The kitten perches on Chris’s shoulder.

“Oh, wow!” Caitlin lifts her phone again. “Perfect pose.” She shows Chris her screen. It really is a good picture. The kitten is perfectly still, not blurry, and Chris is smiling. “I’m saving this one as your contact photo.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you draw some marichat?

I cheated, I doodled some platonic Marichat.  ;)  These dorks are both so deep in their crush that I see them becoming good friends before anything else.

EDIT:  Gahh!  What is it with me and forgetting masks?? I guess I must be ready for the big reveal!  ;) 


anonymous asked:

Can you do one where the reader is Eric’s sister and he finds out that she fancies Dylan?

Here it is! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for sending the request. Hope you’re having a great day/night! <3 

Eric cracked his knuckles as he sat down in the chair in front of the family computer. He’d been waiting all day to come home and play Doom online with his friends, and was finally able to do so. He clicked onto the AOL icon, hearing the familiar dialup noises. His eyes narrowed at the screen as he heard the dreaded busy signal. Someone must’ve been using the phone.

Since your parents were gone for the evening, Eric knew that it could only be you or Kevin who was tying up the phone line. He groaned loudly, walking over to pick up the phone in the computer room. He heard your voice, and fully intended to yell at you to stop hogging the phone line, when he heard what you were talking with your best friend about.

“Really, y/n? You like Dylan? As in Dylan Klebold?” Your best friend asked.  Eric’s eyes widened. His little sister liked his best friend?

“Well, yeah. I have for months now. I just don’t know what to do,” you replied, sighing forlornly.

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do? Ask him if he wants to go out!” Your friend said. You scoffed.

“I can’t just ask if he’ll go out with me. Eric would kill me.” Eric nodded to himself, agreeing with your statement.

“News flash, y/n, but Eric isn’t the boss of you. You can date whoever you damn well please.” You laughed sarcastically at your friend’s sentence.

“Right, have you met my brother Eric? Oh yeah, he’d totally let it slide.” You sassed.  

“I’m sorry I don’t have any better advice, y/n. Hey, I gotta go. My mom needs to use the phone.” Your friend said.

“It’s okay. I’ll suffer alone in silence.” You joked. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Bye!” Eric waited for the dial tone to sound before he hung the phone up. He quietly stepped out of the computer room, coming face to face with you in the hallway.

“Hey, dweeb, what are we having for dinner?” You asked. You couldn’t help but notice that Eric had a strange expression on his face. “What’s the matter with you?” Your eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“So… You like Dylan.” Eric stated plainly. All of the color drained from your face as you heard those words.

“You were listening to my phone call?” A scream left your lips as you lunged towards your brother. Eric took off running down the hallway and down the stairs, and past Kevin, who was sitting on the couch watching TV. “I’m gonna kill you!” Kevin tuned the volume on the TV up louder as you yelled, running past him and after Eric.

Eric ran into the basement and slammed the door shut before you could get in, holding it closed with his own body weight. You banged on the door and tried as hard as you could to get it open.

“Calm down, y/n! I didn’t mean to! I was gonna tell you to get off the phone so I could use the internet, but then I heard you talking about Dylan…” You groaned in frustration, sinking down to sit on the floor. Eric cautiously opened the door and stuck his head out once the noises on your side had subsided. He moved over to sit beside you on the floor.

“You know, I guess I wouldn’t really have a problem with it.” Eric’s voice was soft as he spoke. You turned to look at him, confused.

“What?” Eric looked at you, shrugging.

“There are way worse guys than Dylan. He’s pretty tame. I think he knows that I would kill him if he did anything to hurt you. So, what I’m saying is… If you wanted to go out with him, I would be okay with it.” You gave Eric an incredulous look.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Eric chuckled, reaching up to ruffle your hair.

“Even though a majority of the time I feel like strangling you, I still love you. I mean, I’m your big brother. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” You smiled softly, punching Eric playfully in the arm.

“Thanks, I guess. I promise to let you know if I ever need your help, okay? But for now, please just lay off the bossiness. And stop listening to my phone calls!” Eric nodded as he stood up, holding his hands up defensively.

“You got it, sis.” He turned towards the stairs, starting up them before turning back to you. “Stay off of the phone. You already made me late for my gaming session.”

Shaking your head, you chuckled to yourself. Things were back to normal already.

Andromeda Drabble

“Hey Scotty, check out what I found rolling around in the hull,” Sara tells him, tossing something up in the air and catching it. He raises his head and turns his attention from the pyjack he’s been playing with and blinks. She opens her hand and reveals a small flashlight “Ta-da! It must’ve been left behind by the original crew.”

Arching a brow, he takes it from her and clicks on it a few times.


A little disappointed, he peers into the bulb and gives the stick a good shake. “Looks like it’s out of batteries. Think we can scrounge any up around here?”

Sara grins and digs around her pockets. “One step ahead of you, baby bro.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course. This must be why you’re the older twin.”

“You know it.”

Scott sighs and holds out his hand. “C’mon, hand me the batteries. Let’s see if this thing still works after six centuries of disuse.” Unscrewing the cap off the flashlight, they replace the batteries and hold their breaths and give it a click.

A purple light suddenly flares from the flashlight.

“Oh hey, it’s a black light torch!” Sara beams as the pyjack sniffs at it curiously. “Let’s bring this with us! I wonder what kinds of things we’ll be able to see with this!”

“Isn’t this what they used to use to detect semen?” he asks, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. There’s a moment of silence and all he can do is cover his face and shake his head. He doesn’t even have to look up to see what kind of face his twin is making. “No. Sara. Sister. No. No. No. No. I’ve been watching old true crime shows with Reyes. No. No. Sara. No.”

With poorly suppressed laughter in her voice, Sara manages to tell him, “What? I wasn’t about to say anything. I was just thinking we should probably not wave this thing around the Tempest all willy-nilly—especially after a recent visit from a certain somebody, wouldn’t you agree?”

He can feel his face heating up even more. “I very much agree. Please just throw me out the airlock. You can tell Reyes what happened. He’ll understand.”

Wiping tears from her face, Sara shakes her head. “Scotty, how are you so gross but so entertaining all the time?”

“It’s that fine tightrope I walk with such finesse that allowed me to take on the role as the human Pathfinder,” he deadpans, still unwilling to look his twin in the eye.

She reaches over and wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, I’m sure Dad’s super proud of his adventurous children. If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure you’re not christening any part of the Tempest with your shenanigans.”

Scott scoffs. “Yeah, Kallo probably has stories.” He shakes his head. “This can’t get any worse.”

Suddenly, there’s a chirp and the pyjack in his arms grabs the black light from his hand and wriggles its way out from between them. Cocking its head to the side, it fiddles with the torch and accidentally turns it on, startling itself. Squeaking, it takes off for Scott’s room.

Leaping to his feet, Scott races after the pyjack, a look of pure horror on his face. “Oh my god. Stop! Not my room—no, no, no, no, no, no. Get back here! SAM! Lock the door! Lock the door!”

Laughing, Sara takes a seat and watches her brother disappear into his room.

“What’d I miss?”

She looks up to see Vetra approaching and grins. “Not much. Just our valiant Pathfinder trying to wrestle back his dignity from a pyjack, and me, vowing to never step into Scotty’s room again.”

Vetra blinks slowly and takes a seat next to her. “So same old, same old, huh?”

Loosely based on a conversation I unfortunately had today because sometimes the filter between my mouth and my brain don’t work in tandem. 

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@downwarddnaspiral Thank you for sending this to me!!!

Why Tumblr? Why must you delete my work?

The camera clicked on, revealing a figure clothed in black as he reached over the view, the sound of clicks and shuffling narrating his movements. He sat back into a worn, pleather office chair, a game of chess sitting on the table at his knee.

Duo scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing heavily as his knee bounced. He absently brushed back a lock of loose hair over his shoulder, then looked at the camera.

“I never wanted to do one of these,” he began, shifting his scowl to his hands. “Quat insisted I needed to get things off my chest, even if it’s just talking into the void.”

He laughed humorlessly.

“It’s been rough. There, I said it,” Duo scrapped a hand over his face again. “It’s been rough.”

     ‘  i feel as if you could be a silent brother  ,  or at least someone who is related to them  .  you’re HUGE  .  ‘  he laughs  ,  smirk on his lips as arms cross over his chest  ,  leather jacket crinkling under the movement  .  ‘  but i must admit  ,  i’d rather look at your face instead of theirs  .  ‘

    [  @runedsoldier + clicked the   ]

“Hey Maka, nice outfit today.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks?”

“It’d look better on my bedroom floor, though ~♬”

“… Soul, just give me my damn latte.”

AU in which an impatient journalist/intern Maka has to deal with an annoying (yet ridiculously sexy – she must admit..) barista Soul && his dumb pick-up lines before she can get her morning latte.

Click for full-res, I promise you it looks better~ (〃> ω <〃)

I’m Sorry I Love You (2)

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Originally posted by nam-sexual

    “I hate you, I don’t want to meet you anymore!” that’s the last words you said to Simon before you left his apartment and cried on your own. Well, literally you yelled at him.

     You hate him, because you couldn’t stop loving him.
     You hate him, because you can’t take him as yours.
     But you hate yourself even more because of that.

     You lied down on your bed, recalled the scene at Simon’s apartment that afternoon. You said you didn’t want to meet him, you hate him. You left his apartment after said that and of course there’s no reason for Simon to hold you. He let you go without saying anything.

     After the love confession incident, you locked off yourself from Simon. You avoided him for this past week, rejected his call, you even made him waited in front of your apartment for three hours, just because he wanted to talk to you, but you chose to ignore him instead.

     While you were on your thinking time, you couldn’t stop missing Simon. He’s the one who you can talk to, even his busy time he would spend his time to respond your message. After all, he’s your best and he loves you, just like you love him. You can’t deny the fact that he takes a lion’s share in your heart, you placed him above your boyfriend. It’s clearly wake you up that Simon is the one and only you need. But you can’t being mean with playing with Tae Woo’s heart, whatever will be happen, you need to talk to Tae Woo and clear everything.

     You stood in front of your boyfriend’s apartment and confidently pressed the password.

     5420. Beep! It’s a sound when you input wrong password.

     No way, that’s Taewoo’s password. You were sure it was the right password, but why did it sound beep? You tried it one more time and it went beep! again. Wrong password.

     Did he change his password? Without even telling you? Out of the blue?

     Recently you always meet him at your apartment or simply you just went out for dinner and movie date. As you could count, it’s almost one month you didn’t visit his apartment and now he changed his password.

     You shrugged it off and pressed the doorbell. 

     “Oh, hi baby!” Tae Woo greeted you from intercom.

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@cheetahleopard requested #5 - I’m assuming it’s sentence 5, and since you didn’t further specify I just went with IwaOi because that’s what I usually do? xD (if I got any of that wrong, please feel free to send me another prompt D:)

THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!! :D [more of my writing here or on ao3! Prompts are here!]

#5: “I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”

Warnings: hahaahh you wish, this is senseless fluff. ENJOY!

“What do you mean, you’re leaving,” Oikawa asks, and his voice is filled with hurt.

“Literally that.”

“But- Iwa-chan, you can’t just-”

Hajime sighs, running a hand over his tired eyes and praying for patience.

“Jesus Christ, Oikawa, you’d think I was breaking up with you or something, by all the fuss you’re making about this.”

Oikawa gasps and physically takes a step back.


“I’m just going to the library. There’s no way I can work with you here, and you know it.”

Oikawa is back at his side before Hajime has time to so much as blink.

“Nooo, Iwa-chan, don’t go! Don’t leave me here all alone - I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I promise!”

How could he say no to those eyes? Hajime knows the second that he sighs and surrenders (leaving Oikawa cheering and clapping his hands together like a three-year-old) that this is going to be a long night.

Maybe it’s okay, though. He knows Oikawa hates being alone.


He’s just trying to get to the kitchen for a glass of water. Nothing more. This isn’t a break from his godforsaken essay. Just… a brief boost of energy. A glass of water, for crying out loud.

But he has to pass through the living room for that, where Oikawa is stretched out across the sofa watching some sort of documentary. And he has ears like a bat sometimes.

“Iwa-chan!” he says happily, perking up at the sound of his footsteps.

“Just getting some water, don’t get excited.”

But of course that doesn’t stop him. On the contrary. Oikawa is up out of his seat in an instant, and runs up to Hajime before he can even walk past the sofa.

“Iwa-chaaaaan,” Oikawa whines, draping himself over Hajime’s shoulders from behind. The unexpected weight is enough to make him sag a little, and he clicks his tongue at him. Not that he has the heart to shake him off. He never does.

“…what is it now?” he asks, with the air of an exhausted mother of four, responding to yet another drama from one of her toddlers.

The insinuation isn’t lost on Oikawa, and he pulls his lips into a well-practiced pout.

“I’m lonely, Iwa-chan,” he says, tone somewhere between accusing and self-pitying.

Hajime feigns surprise.

“Oh no! You poor dear, that’s terrible!”

Oikawa lets out a huff of air, offended, but Hajime grabs him by both hands before he can pull away, leans forward and tugs, taking Oikawa’s entire weight onto his back and lifting him clean off the floor.

Oikawa yelps in surprise, scrambling for purchase before he wraps his legs around Hajime’s, almost making him trip.


“Oh no, looks like I’m losing my balance-”

“Don’t you dare-”

With a devilish grin, Hajime lets himself drop sideways onto the couch, turning slightly to force Oikawa to take most of his weight.

Oikawa groans theatrically at the impact, arms tightening around Hajime’s neck.

“Oh, Iwa-chan, I’m suffocating-”

Hajime wastes no time, he reaches back with his newly-free hands and jabs his fingers into Oikawa’s sides, hard, cutting him off.

Oikawa squeals indignantly, trying to wiggle away - but it’s not like there’s anywhere he can go, what with Hajime on top of him and all.

“Iwa- ha- s-stop-”

Hajime laughs softly, but pulls his arms back in mercy.

“Sure thing, idiot,” he says. He’s not even trying to hide the fondness in his voice.

Screw his essay.

“…you’re evil,” Oikawa mutters, but the impact of his words is completely destroyed when he pulls Hajime back and presses a kiss to his neck.

“Absolutely ruthless. Why would you do this to me?!”

Hajime smirks. “I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”

Oikawa clicks his tongue. “You could at least try, Iwa-chan.”

“Ah, but you love me,” Hajime says with a smile. It’s not really his line - it feels a lot more like something Oikawa would say - but Hajime just feels like re-confirming it now, with Oikawa’s arms (and his legs) wrapped tightly around him.

Not that he’d need Oikawa to say the words. He knows him by heart, his expressions, his gestures, the subtle signals he sends. And oh, he loves every last shard of him.

“Are you sure?” Oikawa teases, and Hajime can hear the smug grin that must be stretching across his face.

“Positive,” Hajime tells him, reaching over his shoulder to ruffle a hand through Tooru’s hair.

“You’re pretty confident, for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”

Hajime scoffs. “Aren’t I always?”

Oikawa laughs softly. “…ha. I wish.”

Hajime twists in Oikawa’s arms, just far enough to look at him. “No need to wish for that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. You know I’m weak to you, love,” Hajime whispers. He knows it’s cheesy as hell, but Oikawa’s widening eyes and the blush shooting across his face make it well worth it. He thinks of his unfinished essay for a moment, almost regretting that he’d let himself get talked into staying - but Oikawa’s warmth is very real at his back, and it calms him more than the silence in the library ever could. He could never regret this.

“Ah-” Oikawa starts, but Hajime doesn’t give him the chance.

“Not that I’m surprised. You’ve always been good at seducing people,” he says, cutting him off.

Oikawa seems to catch his breath for a moment before he lets it out in a short burst of laughter.

“Of course, Iwa-chan. I had to get good at it! You know - hone my skills before tackling the big game.”

Hajime raises his eyebrows.

“Who’s the big game, then?”

Oikawa looks at him like he’d just asked if the moon was made of cheese.

“You, of course! The ever elusive former ace of Aoba Johsai, Iwaizumi Hajime! Everyone’s first gay crush! Iwa-chan the stoic, the unapproachable-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there!” Hajime cuts in, laughing lightly. “…everyone’s first gay crush?”

Oikawa blinks at him.

“You really are this dense, aren’t you, Iwa-chan.”

It’s not a question.

“What are you-”

“Good think I called it first,” Oikawa says, looking wary. “I loved you before anyone else did. So you’re mine now.”

Hajime shoots him a frown.

“Do I get a say in this? At all? Or am I first come, first served?”

Oikawa pushes his lips forward in a pout, but there’s a hint of real worry in his eyes.

“As long as I hold on, you are,” he says, completely without irony. “One day you’re gonna realize how hot you are. I dread that day.”

Hajime tilts his head to one side. “Why would you dread it? Don’t wanna be seduced, Tooru?”

Oikawa bites his lip, and Hajime is sure his blush is deepening.

“That’s not it,” he says. He seems to fight for words for a moment, before his gaze drops away from Hajime’s face.

“…just. You could probably have anyone you wanted.”

Hajime gives him a long look, irritated that Oikawa isn’t looking up at him.

“Oi. Shittykawa.”

He doesn’t move.

Hajime tries again, voice softer this time.


Oikawa lifts his head, only to be met with a smile from Hajime.

“Good thing I already have who I want,” he says. “Saves me the trouble of trial and error. And unnecessary seduction.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to Oikawa’s cheek. “I can save all my skills for the big game.”

Oikawa lets out a weak sort of chuckle.

“…you mean that?”

Hajime shoots him a reproachful look and flicks his finger against Oikawa’s forehead.

“You wound me. I thought we had ‘perfect trust’, and yet here you are, doubting me.”

Oikawa opens his mouth to protest, but Hajime simply ducks in and presses their lips together, silencing him.

Oikawa melts into the kiss, like he always does. Like he can’t help it. Hajime would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it, having him open and vulnerable like this to his every move.

He pulls away to meet Oikawa’s gaze, wide and full of love.

“Only you,” he promises. “That much I can swear to you.”

He sees the relief and happiness and affection in Oikawa’s eyes and wishes he had a camera right now.

Oikawa gives him a smile that could make his knees turn to butter.

“So you are mine, after all.”

Hajime throws him an incredulous look before pulling him in close, chest against chest, heart to heart.

“Of course I’m yours. Always have been.”

“Always?” Oikawa repeats, slightly breathless.

“Always, Tooru. Since the moment I met you.”

Oikawa relaxes into Hajime’s embrace with a small, content sigh.

“…you’re prefect, Iwa-chan,” he tells him quietly, running his hands down Hajime’s back.

Hajime allows himself a dry chuckle. “Nothing but the best for the Grand King.”

Oikawa laughs.

“I should hope so!” he declares, and Hajime can hear his wide, ear-to-ear smile. It makes his heart clench in his chest for all the right reasons.

“Mmh. Don’t you dare replace me, though. You won’t find anyone who knows you like I do.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa sounds positively affronted at the mere suggestion. “I would never!”

Hajime turns his head so he can press a kiss to the side of Oikawa’s face.

“I know, I know. Just making sure.”

“…only you,” Oikawa says, parroting Hajime’s words from earlier. “That much I can swear to you.”

Hajime brings his hand up to tangle in Oikawa’s hair, unable to fight the soaring feeling in his chest.

Not that he wants to. He’s holding his entire world in his arms.

“I love you,” he tells him, squeezing him lightly.

Oikawa squeezes right back.

“…love you, too.” And then, quieter, “I won’t let you go.”

“As if I’d want to.”

“You never know.”

“Trust me.”

Oikawa presses closer, burying his face in the crook of Hajime’s neck. The position is kind of awkward, with Hajime still on top of him, but he doesn’t seem to care. And Hajime is sure as hell not going to be the first one to pull away.

“Hold me, Iwa-chan, that was beautiful.”

Hajime laughs.

“Oh, shut up.”


“…I should have known.” He drags his fingernails lightly over Oikawa’s scalp, and he leans into the touch. Hajime almost expects him to purr like a cat.

“You’re always gonna be an insufferable pain in my ass, aren’t you?”

Oikawa considers this for a moment.

“…only if you want me there,” he says finally, sweetly, and then he leans in and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Hajime’s neck. Hajime thinks nothing of it, until he can suddenly feel Oikawa sucking in air.

“Goddamn it Oikawa, no hickeys, we have class-”

Oikawa dislodges himself with a gross popping sound and pulls back far enough for Hajime to see his wide, shit-eating grin.

“Oops,” he says, and it’s the most sickeningly adorable lie Hajime has ever heard coming out of his mouth.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“But you love me,” Oikawa shoots back.

Well, he’s not wrong.

Hajime just shakes his head and smiles, pulling Oikawa in for another kiss. He deepens it and is silently overjoyed when Oikawa lets him, lets him in with no hesitation at all.

When they break apart, they’re both breathless and flushed, and Oikawa is beaming.

Hajime’s own personal sun.

“…I’ll take it,” Oikawa says finally.

Hajime rolls his eyes, but the warmth in his chest must show on his face as well, because Oikawa won’t stop smiling.

Hajime doesn’t mind. It’s this Oikawa that he loves the most, after all. Adorable, carefree and happy.

If an essay has to suffer for that, so be it.

tumblr Image Size Protest

What is going on with the image click-through size limit?   It used to be we could post large-ish pictures and click through on our feeds to a pop-up LARGER than the 500px limit.  

This MUST be a malfunction!  Let’s all INFORM tumblr of this 500px malfunction!  

This is the help link:

What to say?  You could say something like “I can no longer click on images in my feed to see a larger size than 500px.  Please fix this!  It is a necessary feature.”  This is OUR platform.  Let’s make it known to them we need this and we need it to work easily for all users!

Please reblog (or please help come up with a better idea!)

edited 9/20/2014: It was a glitch!  tumblr fixed it.  Thank you everyone for reblogging and emailing the help link!  Good job!