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summary: Reader is a couple of years older than the triplets, having lived a completely different life to theirs by the age of 25 and is invited onto the Cut The Camera Podcast as a special guest. Reader and triplets retell stories of their childhood and learn more about the readers past.
⭒ Big Sister Pt. 2- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀,🦢
summary: After visiting the triplets in L.A, the reader returns back home and works with her brothers to plan another get together. This time the triplets visit her, taking a trip down to the Lone Star State.
⭒ Big Sister Pt. 3- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀
summary: Your brothers have always been overprotective of you, and they do a good job of showing it while filming with Sam and Colby.
☆N. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)
⭒ Truth or Dare- N. Sturniolo 🎀
summary: Nick and his best friend always find themselves playing truth or dare.
⭒ 4 In The Morning- N. Sturniolo 🦢,🎀
summary: Your best friend Nick comforts you after receiving some unexpected news.
⭒ Talkative- N. Sturniolo 💌,🎀
summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!
☆M. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)
⭒ Full Set- M. Sturniolo 🧸
summary: Reader is a well renowned nail tech in L.A and due to her growing popularity has become everyone’s go-to nail tech. This leads her to become a workaholic, stunting many of the areas of her life. Three regular customers work towards changing that.
⭒ In Denial- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸
summary: It’s hard to admit when you’re in love, especially when the person you love is so different from you. But, as they say, opposites attract.
⭒ Small Town Dreaming- M. Sturniolo 🧸
summary: There’s not much to do in this small town but fall in love.
⭒ Heartbreak Girl- M. Sturniolo 🦢
summary: Matt’s in love with you, but you’re too in love with someone else to realize it.
⭒ Heartbreak Girl PT.2- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸
summary: Matt tries moving on, but you reel him back in every time.
⭒ Manage- M. Sturniolo 💋
summary: You’re Matt’s secretary, in charge of overseeing everything related to his schedule. Everyday when you come into the office he suppresses the urge to take you then and there. When on a work business trip, he can’t hold back anymore.
⭒ I’ll Play Your Game- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸
summary: You’re the Pastor’s daughter, all eyes are always on you. So, why not put on a show?
⭒ Intrusive Thoughts- M. Sturniolo 💋
summary: You’re forced to sit on Matt’s lap during a long roadtrip and once you arrive at your destination he lets his intrusive thoughts win.
⭒ Intrusive Thoughts PT.2- M. Sturniolo💋
summary: The morning after yours and Matt’s night together, you go for round two.
⭒ Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo💋
summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.
⭒ Talkative- M. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!
⭒ A Cold Sunday- M. Sturniolo🧸
summary: You and Matt spend a cold Sunday morning together, snuggling up and keeping warm.
⭒ Urban Cowboy- M. Sturniolo🧸
summary: Matt, a city boy, tries one upping you, the best bull rider in town, only to be met with a painful outcome.
⭒ Why Do You Care?- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸
summary: You’re naive and let yourself be led on by someone you believe has good intentions, but one day Matt puts him in his place and ends up confessing his feelings to you in the process.
⭒ Parenthood- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.
⭒ Lipstick- M. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸,💋
summary: Matt’s nervous to meet your family, but after making a good impression you treat him to a night full of kisses and lipstick stains.
⭒ Happy Birthday- M. Sturniolo 💐,🧸
summary: Over the course of working together for years, Matt picks up on everything and despite not understanding it completely, he comforts you through the hurt.
⭒ Tough- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Matt with a tough girlfriend!
⭒ Weakness- M. Sturniolo 💋
summary: You fight your inner desires, but ultimately let your weakness consume you.
⭒ Actress- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Matt with an actress girlfriend!
⭒ Affectionate- M. Sturniolo💌,🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Matt being affection with his touch starved girlfriend!
☆C. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)
⭒ Corner Store- C. Sturniolo 🧸
summary: Chris is your annoying coworker who always manages to make your shifts a little more miserable than necessary, but it turns out he has a misunderstood crush on you.
⭒ Way Over Love- C. Sturniolo 💋
summary: Chris struggles to accept that he likes you as more than a friends.
⭒ Shopaholic- C. Sturniolo 🧸
summary: No matter how hard you try, you just can’t stop swiping your card.
⭒ Unplanned- C. Sturniolo 🧸
summary: Becoming a teen mom was never in your plans, but you and Chris had to learn to make the best of it.
⭒ Candy- C. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸
summary: You were sweet as candy and Chris couldn’t stop himself from taking a bite, leading to an internet scandal neither of you anticipated.
⭒ Talkative- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Chris with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!
⭒ Parenthood- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋
summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.
‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ Johnnie Guilbert ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧
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⭒ Collab- J. Guilbert 🧸
summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real.
⭒ Vampire- J. Guilbert (prologue) ✨.💋,🧸,🦢
summary: You take your relationship with Johnnie, your vampire lover, one step further.
⭒ Vampire- J. Guilbert ✨, 🦢, 🧸
summary: You’re just a princess who fell in love. The only problem is that he’s a vampire and your father has promised your hand in marriage to someone else.
⭒ Bad Day- J. Guilbert 🦢,🧸
summary: Johnnie is the moon and you’re the sun, always bright, bubbly and energetic. Nobody believes that someone as positive as you can ever have a bad day, but when you do Johnnie is ready to comfort you through it.
⭒ Babygirl- J. Guilbert 🧸
summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.
⭒ Monster- J. Guilbert 💋
summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.
‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧Jake Webber ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧
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⭒ Messy- J. Webber 💋
summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.
⭒ Call Out My Name- J. Webber 🦢💋
summary: When you film a video with somebody else, Jake’s jealousy takes over.
HII! I was wondering if you could write a plus size fluff/angst fic for Johnnie. So basically y/n is really insecure about herself bc she’s plus sized and she degrades herself for it a lot behind closed doors. She believes that Johnnie would be much happier with someone else and one night she decides to break up with him for that reason. She really doesn’t want to do it but she feels it’s for the best. But Johnnie isn’t giving up so easily so he tries to convince her that size doesn’t matter to him and she’s beautiful no matter what. And could it have a happy ending? Sorry I’m not the best at explaining things
insecure.
pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader
summary: same as request.
cw: angst, fluff, language, discussion of body-related insecurities/fatphobia
word count: 1.1k + edited
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Being plus-sized was already hard enough, but pair that with being in a public relationship with a celebrity, and your anxiety was constantly through the roof. It’s not that you don’t love being with Johnnie, because you do. You’re just afraid the feeling isn’t mutual.
You’ve dealt with people being fatphobic toward you for as long as you can remember. But once you and Johnnie went public, it got a hundred times worse. You used to film with Johnnie, trying silly foods in his live streams and doing Q&As together. Eventually, the constant hate comments calling you names or telling Johnnie he could do better became too much. You stopped filming with him, stopped posting him on your socials, and told Johnnie to take down his posts with you as well. People assumed you’d broken up, but really you were just ultra-private.
You felt terrible. Forcing Johnnie to be in a private relationship just because of your body and insecurities wasn’t fair to him. But it also wasn’t fair for you to have to go through constant bullying and harassment online. He’d reassured you time and time again that he loves you, but it’s beginning to not be enough. You can’t help but ask yourself, would he be happier with someone skinnier? Would he be happier in a relationship where he didn’t have to hide who he was with? Probably, you conclude.
These are the thoughts running through your mind on repeat as you doom-scroll on tiktok waiting for Johnnie to get back from filming with Jake and Carrington. You’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but every time you get close, the thought of losing him becomes unbearable and you stop yourself. Today, you decided, it was time. You couldn’t keep him chained to you, someone the world would always judge. You just want him to be happy, and you’re not convinced he can be truly happy with you.
You jump slightly as Johnnie enters his bedroom, plopping down in bed next to you, bringing a hand to your cheek and guiding your face toward his mouth. “Hey baby,” he whispers as he trails kisses from your cheek to your lips.
You pull away gently, “Hey.”
He senses that something is wrong– you’re never one to deny his kisses– and he sits up, leaning toward you. “What’s wrong?”
“Johnnie, um, I don’t know how to say this…” You trail off, tears already welling in your eyes.
He pulls you to his chest, enveloping your body in his arms, “Woah woah woah, what’s going on?”
“Don’t do that, it’s only gonna make this harder,” You say between tears, pushing yourself away from him, even though you wanted nothing more than for him to cradle you, kiss your forehead, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep.
A nervous laugh escapes his lips, “Okay… now I’m really getting worried. What’s going on, y/n?”
“Johnnie I… we can’t be together anymore,” You whisper, refusing to make eye contact with him.
You hear his breath catch, and he clears his throat, holding back tears, “Wait what? You… you’re breaking up with me? No. No no no-”
You cut him off, “Johnnie it’s for the best. I don’t want you to have to be stuck with me. You could have anyone you want and I’m… I’m not skinny like the other girls you’ve dated. I can post a picture on instagram and get hundreds of comments calling me every name in the book and questioning how you could ever date me. I made you delete all our posts and videos together for fuck’s sake! You don’t want this. It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassing. I just want you to be able to date someone who you don’t have to hide.” You wince at the thought of him dating someone else, and turn away.
He stares at you, mouth hanging slightly open at your words. Then he clenches his jaw and anger takes over. “No.” He says.
“Wh- what?” You ask, caught off guard.
“No! We’re not breaking up. Do you think I’m an idiot? I know you’re not as skinny as the other girls I’ve dated. I just don’t care. You think I give a fuck?” he scoffs and lets out a pissed-off laugh. “If I didn’t find you attractive, I wouldn’t be dating you, y/n. You’re not gonna sit there and tell me how I feel. I took down those posts because you asked me to… because I wanted you to be more comfortable… because at the end of the day, social media means nothing, and we don’t need to post together to be happy. I never wanted to hide you, and I have never, ever found you embarrassing. I’m offended you’d even suggest that.”
You’re fully crying now, unable to stifle your quiet sobs. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, “I just thought-”
Johnnie’s face softens, “I know what you thought, baby. I understand. But I want you to know I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather be with. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. In my eyes, you’re perfect. I want the world to know you’re mine.” He pulls you closer to him again, taking you in his arms and pressing a long kiss to your lips. “I didn’t delete the posts, just archived them. Can I please, please reupload them? I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I’ll block anyone who leaves hate comments, I’ll cuss out anyone who says something mean about you, I don't care. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you believe I want you.”
You smile sheepishly, kissing him back, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that quite yet. As for convincing me you want me… I think I have always known you love me, but my anxiety is constantly telling me it’s impossible. That someone like you could never love someone like me. I guess that’s something I have to work on. Your reassurance is helpful, but I don’t wanna be the girl who constantly needs words of affirmation to survive. I don’t wanna annoy you.”
He shakes his head, grasping your face in both hands so you have no choice but to make eye contact with him. “Listen to me,” He starts, “You aren’t annoying. I’ll reassure you until the day I die if that’s what it takes. I don’t care. All I care about is you understanding how much you mean to me. We’re gonna get through this together. And one day, when you’re ready, we can reupload everything. We’ll tell every single hater to fuck off and suck a dick. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, okay?”
“Okay,” You respond, and he pulls your face in to kiss you again.
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this request was so cutie!! likes and reblogs are appreciated :)
This is a masterpost of all the boundaries that have been stated so far for various content creators (mainly from SMPLive, SMPEarth, and Dream SMP) when it comes to fan content. This post contains links to every main post we have made about the creators’ boundaries so far, with each post being kept as up to date as possible with the information we have. Feel free to browse this list or specifically look for the boundaries of the creators you need, whatever you prefer! You can also filter by tags (guide here) based on what topic you want to know about (e.g. cosplay, AUs).
Recommended reading:
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A glossary of words we might use. Useful if you’re new to this fandom or our blog!
A note on NSFW content in this fandom.
‘Shipping Etiquette’ AKA how to ship content creators respectfully.
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Altrive
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CallMeCarson
CaptainPuffy
CaptainSparklez
ConnorEatsPants
Crumb Cuptoast
Cscoop
Dream
Eret
Fundy
GeorgeNotFound
ItsAsaii
Jack Manifold
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Karl Jacobs
Katerino
Krinios
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Nihachu
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Ponk
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Punz
Purpled
Quackity
Ranboo
Sapnap
Slimecicle
Technoblade
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ToxxxicSupport
Traves
Tubbo
Wilbur Soot
This list is updated as we gather more information on various creators. If you have information that you don’t see here, here is a post on how to contact us.
Summary: PT 2 of Lacuna. Weeks go by without each other, but George can’t wait any longer. He loves you just as much as you love him, but is it enough?
MASTERLIST
Part 1
// The act of loving one who loves you; a love returned in full//
You stared out the window watching the rain drizzle down the window as it poured. It was as if your mood reflected off the skies. Like the sky was crying with you. The hate had died down completely, and you even got a few apologies for it, but it was too late for apologies.
You and George had already broken up. He streamed and seemed to have forgotten all about you while you sat at home, thinking of him 24/7. Unbeknownst to you, he missed you just as much. The only difference being is the ability to hide it better. Underneath all the laughs, jokes, fake laughs lay a heartbroken man, deteriorating from the inside out.
He didn't realize how much of an impact your breakup would have on his life. You used to do everything together; workouts, reading, eating, and everything in between. He knew he should let go, but he couldn't. He refused.
Nick and Clay had flown to his for the week to comfort him. "I miss them so much," George sniffles, sitting on the couch with the two.
"I bet they missed you too," Clay says, looking at George. "you can still fix this. Come on, you two love each other."
"Yeah, and the hate had cleared up, didn't it?" Sapnap tried to reason.
"Do you really think they’ll take me back?" George asks his two best friends.
"I can't guarantee it," Clay starts.
"But yes," Nick cuts in. "They loves you, you love her. What could go wrong?"
"You're right," George nods, getting up from the couch. Their eyes widened, seeing him rush around the house.
"Wait, are you going right now?" Clay asks.
"I can't wait any longer," George insists, making his way out of the house.
"But it's raini- and he's gone," Nick sighs, seeing George run in the cold.
"He's seriously running in the rain right now," Clay says in shock.
"Ah young love," Nick sighs.
"Nick, you're literally the youngest one here." Clay deadpans.
"Shut up, green boy," Nick retorts.
"I'm not even green," Clay groans.
It was cold, but George couldn't stop. He wouldn't. Swiftly running to yours, his muscle memory guiding him home. When he finally arrives, he knocks on your door, not even taking a second to catch his breath. The adrenaline that once was filling his veins was slowly fading when his eyes met yours.
"George?" Your voice cracks, laced with confusion and sadness. He looked a mess. But to be fair, so did you. "I love you," George says quickly, ignoring the way his body shivers with the uncomfortable feeling of his soaked clothes sticking to him. "I can't live without you. I confronted the haters, I spent all my time doing streams and working because I know if I stop I think of you. But even when I am working, all I thought of was you. Every laugh, every cry, everything. All I think of is you and I know you think of me too. So please," his voice breaks. "give me another chance."
"George..." It took everything you had not to give in. To fall back to his arms and pretend this whole thing never happened. To pretend you weren't ever hurt, but you can't.
"The hate cleared up didn't it? I promise I will forever try to make it up to you. To stand up for you. The way I should have earlier," By now, he was practically begging. "I'm sorry I wasn't there before. I'm sorry I didn't talk about the hate to the fandom earlier. But please, let me make it up to you." There was a pause. A silence dawned on the pair as you thought. For a moment, George had lost all hope. You were going to say no, he didn't do enough before, why would you care-
"Okay," Your voice small.
"What? R-really?" his eyes glimmering with hope.
"Yes," You breathed out, feeling the weight lift from both your shoulders.
You both stare, a smile etched on both your faces. You rush towards George, catching him off guard when you run to his arm, ignoring the wet clothes.
"Oh thank god," George let out a breath in relief. "I don't know what I would've done without you." Pulling away, you both stare, memorized by each other. You take in George's features, as he does with you. Only when the thunder boomed near did you two snap out of your gaze. The cold was suddenly seeping in when you both realize you've been in the rain this whole time.
"God we're so cliche," You both chuckle. "confessing in the rain and shit."
"But I wouldn't have it any other way," He grins.
"Do you want to come in?" You ask, gesturing to the house.
"I would love to," He nods eagerly.
"You left some of your clothes, it's in the closet," You tell him as he goes to change while you go make some hot chocolate in the kitchen.
After a few minutes, he comes back into the room in fresh clothes. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, just as you finished the hot chocolate. "I missed you," He sighs, happily snuggling close to you.
"I missed you too," You smile, turning around to face him. He looks closely at you, taking in all your features. When he softly places a hand on your cheek, you instinctively lean closer.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," you both smile, basking in the presence of one another. After weeks of being apart, you were finally back together. Reunited once more.
Summary: All the hate the fandom gave you finally outweighed all the good George brought you. But did it really? Because without one another there will always be something missing.
MASTERLIST
//A blank space, missing part//
You missed it. The feeling you'd get when his hand brushed against yours until eventually, he would give in and hold your hand, altogether. Or when you wake up in the morning to him tickling you just before smothering you with light kisses. You missed him.
The worst part was it was all your fault. Your choices are the reason you're in this endless pit. But it wasn't just yours. You gotta give yourself credit for that, but you couldn't take it anymore. All the hate you would get after going public about your relationship.
It had been 2 weeks since the breakup, even if it felt like centuries ago, you remembered it all. Word by word.
You walked up the steps to his apartment complex, trying to calm the nerves. You didn't know if this was the right choice, but you needed to do this. After he had let you into the apartment, he knew something was wrong. You were closed off, like how he first met you. The walls he had spent weeks breaking came back up as if it was nothing.
"What's wrong?" George frowned, feeling a pit of uneasiness in his stomach.
"I'm breaking up with you," You couldn't even look at him, but you knew if you did, you would take it back right away.
"W-what?" His voice cracked, "why? Tell me what you want me to do and I'll fix it."
The hurt in his voice broke your heart. "George it's no-"
"Not you, it's me," George finishes your sentence bitterly. "I've heard that one before." He frowns.
"I can't keep doing it George," The crack in your voice gaining his attention once more. "every day I wake up and I get hundreds of hate comments or messages. Hell, I even got death threats. I know I am overreacting but I can't keep doing it. I'm sorry," With that, you got up from his couch and began your way to the door.
"Wait," George's voice stops you, but you don't turn around. You stared at the door while he desperately tries to fix what was already broken. "Don't go, please. We can fix it, I-"
"George," You say softly, cutting him off. "I'm sorry but what's done is done." Swiftly before he could even blink, you were gone. You held in the tears until you got into the car and sobbed. Your body shaking as you walked out of his life.
When you had gotten home and cried on the couch, unable to let go. Not even seconds later your phone ringed signally George had posted something on Twitter.
'You guys need to stop hating on people because of who they're dating. It's disrespectful and ruins relationships. Y/N and I are no longer dating because of all the excessive hate. I tried to block as many of the haters but there was a ton so I don't know if I got all of you blocked. Thanks to those who supported us. I should've made this post sooner before it got too out of hand, but it's too late now."
Guilt crept up as you read his tweet. You didn't mean to hurt him, but you couldn't handle all the hate anymore. It was getting in the way of your mental health and well being.
Two weeks later you sat on the couch dazed while it finally dawned on you. It was over. There was going to be no more morning and good night texts, no more walks along the park, no more George. The thought left a hole in your heart, a missing part of the complex puzzle.
pairing : dreamwastaken / clay x singer!reader (angst)
summary : after the breakup, he sees that you’re growing as a singer, while he’s suffering alone, but you don’t think that about him, seeing he’s growing on youtube.
a/n : you’re replacing gwen in the voice!
hey! this isn’t going to be the only part! stay tuned for more!
♡︎ contents: oikawa being your first love, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, rebound?? he dates you to get over his ex, oikawa being an idiot 🙄👎 and happy ending!! ft. aoba johsai team.
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→ playlist :: spring day - bts, snowman - sia, in luv with u - finn, cloud 9 - beach bunny, setting sun - lord huron, tokyo - rm, coffee breath - sofia mills
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“hello.” he greeted you with a smile – his charisma indulging you instantly as he grabbed your hand. “you must be new. i'm tooru oikawa. and you are?”
he could feel how tensed you were as he held your hand, the feeling of how soft it was wrapped around.
with a kind smile, he spoke once more, “ah, don't be scared! we don't bite around here!” it was supposed to be a playful sentence, that's why it was followed by a gleeful laugh.
you weren't scared. as a matter of fact, you were hesitant. hesitant of what exactly? you weren't sure, but as you gazed into those deep chocolate eyes, you found yourself getting lost in them. like a field of blooming flowers in the first morning of spring, you wanted to get lost but you knew you couldn't.
you shouldn't.
despite his friendly personality, he was bad news.
did you listen to yourself?
“i'm (name) (last name).” you said with a smile.
of course you didn't.
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as the rain poured down from above, all you could do was hold your hand out underneath the roof of the school's entrance. you didn't bring any umbrella today – you didn't know it would rain, in the first place – so you turned to the idea of waiting it out. the skies were in shades of gray, cracks of white in between them as the clouds cried out. you sighed, a frown molding your lips.
rain has always been a comfort to you, hearing the thunder roar in the distance, it brought you to a sense of being calm. as the water puddled in your palm, the outer sleeve of your uniform was dampened, the shadow of the rainwater slowly climbing its way up.
“oh? hey!” and just like that, the sense of comfort you felt bubbling inside was gone. you were now filled with this giddy feeling that made your fingers tingle as you looked back at who called you.
he had the same goofy smile on his face as he waved at you, an umbrella tucked underneath his hand while he had his bag hanging off his shoulder. although the skies were dark, he shined brightly as he made his way towards you.
there was something about him– something about tooru oikawa that made it almost impossible to hate him, not that you wanted to hate him in the first place.
he stood besides you, noticing your outstretched hand before doing the same.
“what are you doing?” you asked him, watching as the same little puddle formed in the center of his curved hand. he hummed, “you were doing it so i thought i'd give it a go too.” he replied, feeling the cool rain water in his palm.
no words were spoken for a short moment; just you and oikawa holding your hand out for the rain. you smiled, it was almost as if the both of you wanted to hold hands with the rain. his presence besides you still made you feel giddy, the kind of giddy that makes you want to jump and twirl around.
only he had that effect on you.
only tooru oikawa.
“the rain doesn't look like it's dying soon,” he finally said, looking back at you. you sighed once more before turning your hand down, watching as the water splashed on the ground and merging with the water below. “i win.” he smiled before dumping the water down too.
you smiled, “yeah, i think i'll make a run fo–” he opened his umbrella, walking into the rain without getting drenched. he looked back at you, holding his hand out.
“here, let me take you home.”
that night, as you laid on your bed, listening to the rain as it crashed against the roof, all you could think about was oikawa and his stupid grin.
the rain that once reminded you of comfort, now reminded you of oikawa.
comfort and oikawa? weren't they the same thing?
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the first snow fell from the sky as you looked out from the window of your classroom. with your elbow propped on the table, you rested your chin on the back of your hand. as soon as your eyes followed the small white flake, many twirled down in a soft and slow way. you hummed to yourself, mentally praising yourself for bringing a coat earlier in the morning.
the final bell rang, making you look up towards the teacher as they put away their textbook.
you stretched your arms in the air, leaning back into your chair. something warm wrapped themselves around your hands and a familiar face looked down at you with the same gentle smile you've seen since day one.
“hello!” oikawa greeted, leaning down towards your face with his hands still wrapped around yours. you blushed at how close his lips were to your forehead, practically ghosting above it.
no matter how many times you'd encounter oikawa, he still has you butterflies and he always made your cheeks flare. oikawa wasn't just a person – he was also a feeling.
the feeling of coming home after a long day; coming home to the same person but even after all those years of being with them, they still feel like a new experience.
the feeling of not knowing where you belong, but when he walks in, he shows you where you stand – besides him, in his heart.
he chuckled, “i have practice today and i was wondering if you'd come by?”
why? no reason, he just wanted to see you.
you sat up straight, careful enough not to hit his chin as you did. you looked back at him, seeing him sit down on the desk behind you as he waited for your answer. you sighed in defeat, “fine, fine. i will.”
a triumphant smile appeared on his lips, adding more glow to his eyes, “nice! i really thought you'd say no and, uh, could you. . .” you watched as he took off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.
you blushed as he zipped it up to your lips, his thumb grazing against your lower lip, “wear this for me? you looked cold.”
the feeling of oikawa's jacket around you, his scent was floating in the air, and it felt like arms were wrapped around your body – you felt safe.
“ah,” oikawa watched as the blush on your face rose up to the tips of your ears. “you're adorable, has anyone told you that?”
you've heard compliments from other people, but whenever he complimented you, it was as if you were hearing it for the first time. you looked up, “t-thank you.”
he tilted his head to the side, “for what? letting you wear the jacket?” you shook your head, oikawa felt his heartstrings were getting tugged as you huffed your cheeks.
“for calling me cute.”
“oh? i was only stating the obvious.”
once again, oikawa made you feel like it was the first morning of spring all over again.
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you've heard about oikawa and how powerful he was in volleyball, but you've never seen him play. as you watched from the second floor, observing how quick he was in the practice game that they held with the college department – you found yourself holding your breath as he spiked the ball. the sound of the forceful slap resonating around the gymnasium over the loud squeals of his fangirls.
they scored another point again, his teammates for the day gave him a pat on the back and high-fived him. they were right, he was amazing.
the lights that were shining down on him made him stand out even more, almost as if he was glowing within the crowd. as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead using the back of his hand, he looked up towards where you were standing.
you weren't hard to miss, really, it wasn't because you were wearing his bright jacket– no, it was much more than that.
although you were the brightest star scattered throughout the dark sky, you were stunning to say the least, and oikawa found you intriguing. a part of wants to stay with you while the other keeps on pestering him to stop getting attached.
he should've listened, but the way you looked up there with his jacket on, it made his heart swell.
to oikawa, you were like the fresh air he breathed in on a spring day.
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your eyes widened at the sight of your mom practically gushing over oikawa as he stood by the door, eager enough to reply to whatever question she threw at him. “(name)!” she acknowledged you after a minute, making you chuckle as you slid your shoes on, “you didn't tell me tooru was /this/ handsome!” you let out a hum, agreeing with what she said– oikawa blushed.
“thank you, ma'am.” he replied curtly, rubbing the back of his neck. before she could pester him even more, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the house. you're already at the end of the road by the time your mom shouts 'be back at 10 pm!'.
today was an ordinary day but, somehow, it was different. oikawa told you he needed help with one of the subjects – which was a lie. oikawa was smart, logically and intellectually, he just wanted to spend time with you more.
although, he wouldn't say that directly to you.
“alright,” he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, stopping at the bus stop. “do you think we could stop by this café i really like?” he asked, eyes flickering from his screen to your face. he would be lying if he said he didn't find you cute; you looked incredibly gorgeous in front of him.
you smiled at him, “sure, i don't mind.”
but you should've. somehow, in the lines of “five more minutes and we'll be there” and “do you like donuts?”, you found yourself walking through a park with oikawa behind you.
he's got his hands on your shoulders as you listen to what he's talking about. “technically, i'm being taken away from my family to go on an adventure with you.” you laughed, watching as the sunlight shines over the water in the park's fountain. oikawa gasped. “no! that's not true!” he huffed.
“you did say yes to this.”
“to me tutoring you to a subject you already know, mister.” you looked back as you felt him squeeze your shoulders. his flustered cheeks glowed underneath the sun's light, making you giggle. “y-you don't know that!” he tried to argue with you, but you rolled your eyes.
with a smile, you turned your body around to look at him, “oikawa, you're the smartest guy i know. you could've just asked me out on a date.”
silence.
the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees as the wind passed by and birds chirping in the distance was all you could hear. no, you couldn't hear how fast his heartbeat was as he stared into your eyes, “would you say yes if i did?”
would you?
“of course!”
and as the flowers blossomed in the fields, oikawa's heart fluttered with joy. you stand in front of him and he's feeling something he hasn't felt in a while.
it feels scary. it feels new, but he's with you – he wants to try new things with you.
you, the feeling of a spring day.
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the crowd cheers as aoba johsai wins the match once more. you clapped your hands together as oikawa turned his hand towards the crowd, shooting them a big smile. kunimi is the first to walk out of the gymnasium and directly to the washroom to freshen up. before he did, you managed to congratulate him (to which he replied with a soft "thank you"). the third years were already walking out when makki spotted you waiting by the doorway.
like every other match they had, you were wearing oikawa's jacket – you wore it with pride whenever you'd arrive to the match.
“hey, it's oikawa's girl!” makki exclaimed, waving his hand at you. you looked towards them, smiling widely as you waved back. mattsun patted your head as they passed by, iwaizumi winking at you before pointing back.
“he's still in there, i think,” he said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. “he said he had to do autographs or whatever.” he finished as he rolled his eyes.
you chuckled, thanking them as well as congratulating them for their win. you walked inside, seeing that most of the people have already left the gymnasium after the match. you looked around, squinting your eyes at the bright lights above you. your shoes squeaked as you stepped into the court, trying to find him.
but, the moment you looked towards the seats, you wished you never met oikawa tooru.
he was smiling widely with someone, a girl– no, wait.
your heart dropped.
his ex.
she said something, probably about the match, and you saw how his cheeks flared up. her hand was grazing over his forearm and the look she gives him makes you want to throw up. he looked so happy, so full of life, as she smiled along with him.
you wanted to shout, but you couldn't.
it was never official – the both of you weren't official.
did it matter?
as you stand there, the bright lights turning off one by one, oikawa leaned in to kiss her on the cheek as she hugged him. his hands rest on her lower back and his chin upon her shoulder. you unzipped the jacket, taking it off as you left it on the floor.
oikawa pulled away from her and looked towards the court – that's when he saw his jacket laying upon the glossy floor.
he felt it; the cold despite having her back in his arm. her warmth didn't have the same effect like it did before.
winter has arrived.
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it didn't feel right.
oikawa had her back and that's what he wanted from the start, but it just didn't feel right. as he looked back at her while she cooked dinner, he couldn't help but feel heavy.
he was missing something.
fuck that, he was missing you.
christmas break started after their last match and he hasn't heard from you. you managed to cut yourself off and he was worried. he tried everything. calling you several times, spamming you with texts, and he even asked iwaizumi where you were.
although, iwaizumi never broke after how many times his best friend tried to get him to say it.
he was worried.
as he sat on the couch, he sighed. he sighed because he knew. it was because of him, wasn't it? it's his fault why you left. he knew that. it's the reason why he's up every night. it was wrong, but as he laid with someone in his arms, he could only dream of you.
his spring love; the epitome of warmth and love.
“here you go,” she said, handing him his cup of hot chocolate. as he looked at her, he could only imagine it was you. “thanks.”
god, how he wished it was you.
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“didn't you hear?” makki asked, seeing oikawa leaning against your locker where you kept your indoor shoes.
“hear what?”
“she's leaving today.” oikawa froze, slowly lifting his head up towards his friends. mattsun and makki were taking off their shoes as the brunette took in what he just said. “leaving? for what?” oikawa asked, clenching his hand into a fist.
mattsun clicked his tongue, “well, iwaizumi told us her dad managed to score a job abroad so–”
oikawa ran.
he ran so fast that day, he was thankful for the stamina he had because of his sport.
where was he going?
he didn't know.
he just needed to see you.
he dashed towards your house, tripping over the sidewalk while trying to reach you. when he stood outside the front door, holding his hand up to knock on it,
the door opened and there you stood, with a box in your hands. a surprised mien plastered itself upon your face, seeing him standing there with his fist raised in the air and shredded exhales released from his lungs.
“oikawa?”
if he could, he would've melted right there by the sound of his name leaving your mouth. he gulped the lump forming down his throat, “h-hi.” he breathed out, holding onto the door frame as he tried to catch his breath.
your lips kinked up to the sides, it was almost as if the sun peaking through the clouds after a storm– so warm and so comforting.
“are you okay?”
is he? he was going to lose you the moment you walk out of the door. oikawa grabbed the box from your hands, placing it down on the porch, placing his hands on your shoulder. he shook his head, he, replying in a soft voice, “no, not when you're going away.”
it was silly, you thought, you knew he was bad news from the start, but the way he was holding onto you. he was grasping onto something that was slowly slipping away from him and he didn't want to let go.
but he needed to.
sitting on the sidewalk while the clouds floated by, oikawa had his hand laced with yours; he was afraid of letting it go. it was almost as if it was his lifeline. behind the clouds, the sky was in a vibrant blue color and the sun was waving hello to him.
it was the perfect weather to be laying in the ground with you.
only with you.
“i'm. . . never going to see you again, am i?”
bittersweet, that's what he felt as he saw your eyes staring directly back at him. you always thought about getting lost in his, but now he wants to get lost in yours.
“i'm sorry.” was all you replied, feeling him squeeze your hand in a gentle manner. he sighed and smiled, “you're sorry for what? if anyone should be sorry, it's me.” oikawa said, running his thumb over your knuckles.
“i was so selfish, so selfish to the point that i just wanted a happy ending for myself, but i realized,” he placed a hand on your cheek, “you're the happy ending i've always wanted.”
you let out a soft laugh, shaking its way into his fragile heart, “this isn't where it ends, oikawa.” he knew that, but he just wasn't ready to accept it. as the sun finally emerged from being kept behind by the clouds, shining down onto your skin; oikawa thought you were the prettiest he's ever seen.
“please stay.”
“but i can't.” and that was the harsh reality he had to live in. despite being under the sun, a symbol of being alive and happy, he felt like his heart was a raging snowstorm – chaotic and frigid as he slowly felt you slip away from his hand.
“come on, let go.”
oikawa hasn't left winter the day he saw you waving back at him as the car slowly shrinked beyond his vision.
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the café was busy as you took a seat down by the window, rubbing your forehead as you typed down an article in the laptop that was resting on your lap. the savors of freshly brewed coffee flooded your senses, dragging you into full consciousness despite having only an hour of sleep. with a sigh, you looked out of the window.
argentina was a lovely city – full of lights and life. the atmosphere was definitely much warmer than it was in japan, but it grew on you. you yawned, grabbing your cup from the coffee table.
i wonder how he's doing.
“excuse me,” you looked back and your heart nearly leaped out of your ribcage. “is this seat taken?” oikawa smiled widely at you, his molasses-brown eyes shining with the sunset from outside. you laughed, a dulcet melody that oikawa longed to hear. you shook your head and oikawa took a seat beside you.
spring, a season for new beginnings and new hope; a season that oikawa reminded you of as he smiled widely at you.
Request: Anonymous said:Could you do a Stiles x reader based on the song “the last time” by Taylor swift!!
Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word count: 1.36k
a/n: I’ve not really done anything like this before and I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope this is okay :) as always, requests are open! let me know what you guys think!
Cis people fucking with gender is good for trans people, actually.
It normalizes these breaks from gender expectations, it promotes acceptance of it, and it helps us expand resources that help trans people if cis people are using them, too.
Imagine a world where binding is a common fashion choice; where nearly every major fashion company makes and sells them, where nobody bats an eye when someone wants to flatten their chest.
Imagine a world where people can go on HRT just because they want to; where more clinics provide it, more doctors learn how to administer it, and more researchers research the effects.
Imagine a world where “GRS” surgeries are open to anyone who wants them; where you don’t need letters and assessments and specialists and therapists to determine you’re sufficiently miserable in your body without them.
“Appropriating transness” my ass. We have a lot more in common with disability activism than marginalized ethnicities and cultures, yall. Not because this is a disorder or a disability, but because the “culture” you’re referring to is just a collection of needs that a lot of us have in common.
The more normalized it is to meet those needs, the more widely-available those resources will be.
A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.
Summary: “corpse x fem!reader ( she’s also a youtuber ) where they are just friends for a few years, but reader has been developing feelings for a while now. with corpse’s fan base growing so quickly, there’s also a lot of growing attention from other girls ( fans & other social media influencers ). corpse is happy with all the attention, while it is breaking the reader’s heart more every day. basically, super angsty lol and it’s totally up to you how you want to end it!” requested by anon
“please make one where like the reader and corpse fought so its like raining outside and yk the cliche type” requested by anon
Warnings: Angst and jealousy, kinda sad, I’m sorry
Words: 1.8k
A/N: Open for requests. Two requests for one.
Read part 2 cloudy afternoons here
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You’re happy for Corpse, of course you are. What good friend wouldn’t be happy for their friend when they suddenly start to shoot for the stars? You definitely would. Right? It’s not like it hurts to watch him take in all these girls that throw themselves at him, he has never been happier for the many years you’ve known him. His YouTube channel is finally paying the bills for him, and you’re happy he doesn’t have to fear getting an eviction note, for dancing on the line a little too long. You’re happy that he has all these new friends. You’re happy he’s enjoying himself. You’re happy, because he’s happy. So why does it hurt so much?
You’ve had feelings for your best friend for quite some time. You tried to push them away, which in return just seemed to cultivate them and make them stronger. You tried your damn best just to be his quirky happy best friend that was along with him for the ride. You never minded being the one to pick up the pieces when he fell apart. He would do the same for you… He would do the same for you, right?
CORPSE REQUESTS???? HELL YEAH ALRIGHT so maybe one where the usual lobby is streaming but with bretman rock and he‘s kinda picking up on that cute we-like-each-other-but-we‘re-too-stupid-realize dynamic between corpse and y/n so he teases them and calls them out on it?? Idk just an idea, love you!
･:* ☆ author’s note: yo! yo! this is ✨cute✨ also....funky monky friday!!!
masterlist.｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
Typical game, typical stream, not exactly typical company. While Bretman is an unusual addition, he definitely adds a certain little something that not only makes the game funnier, but the dynamic more lively. If someone were to ask you if you could listen to him rambling for hours you would announce a resounding “Yes!” - well, no one asked, but you still told your stream that. They appreciated the honesty. Some of your followers, however, snuck in a few comments that vaguely read “u sure u don’t mean u could listen to corpse forever?” among the sea of keyboard smashes and emojis. You pretended you didn’t see them , focusing on that stupid card swipe that get’s you every time.
There are impostors among your group of friends, and your job as crewmate is to sniff them out. For some reason you have an inkling one of them is Sykkuno because he was just a bit too sweet during the last meeting, amping up the innocence in his voice to a suspicious extent; the second one, sadly, you are blind to. Though, if a surprise attack were to happen, you at least have Corpse beside you, guarding you while you do tasks.
The fairy-lights in your stream room twinkle and dim, your eyes lingering on Corpse’s in-game astronaut for a tad longer than necessary.
You have been following him this whole time like a lost puppy. Running in circles around his little character. At one point a chase ensued where he tried to catch you and you were laughing and you hope he was laughing too but quite frankly you were too afraid to check what the stream had to say because you figured it was going nuts.
A meeting was urgently called. You frown softly at the X’s sprung on some of your friends’ icons. “I’ll avenge you.” You mutter before unmuting your mic.
“Okay, so, it’s definitely not Corpse or (Name).” James chimes so quick you barely manage to catch him, “I passed them on my way to MedBay and she was just running circles around him while he was, I don’t know, AFK? I mean, yes, king, work! Give us nothing!”
“I dunno guys,” Sykkuno says after the laughter dies down, “(Name) has been acting pretty sus. Have you even done any of your tasks?”
“It’s not (Name).” Corpse opposes quietly, though his voice is drowned out by a cacophony of conflicting opinions.
“The hell, Sykkuno?” You exclaim, hurt. Is he trying to frame you? You knew something was odd about him this round, “What is this snake behaviour? Yes I did my tasks, Corpse is my alibi.”
“I was literally with her the whole time.” He confirms, all in that calm, baritone of his, “If she killed someone, I would have seen it.”
“How do we know you aren’t in cahoots?” Rae questions. Seconds tick by, draining the timer. This is getting nowhere. Worst of all, you’re slowly being led into the fire before they flame you. Honestly, you aren’t the impostor. If you were, you’re certain they would’ve caught you already. “I feel like (Name) and Corpse would be in cahoots.”
“Okay, good point,” James says, “but the body was found in Navigation.”
“They could’ve vented there.” Sykkuno offers.
Corpse hums, “Spoken like a true Impostor.”
“Aren’t you in Navigation, Sykkuno?” You grit.
“Yes, I, uhh, I found the body with James.”
“Sus.” You say. Your stream chat echoes it a thousand times. Maybe more.
“I don’t think it’s Sykkuno,” James mumbles, “but I also don’t think it’s Corpse or (Name). Like, I’ve seen them doing tasks around the map. Never have they been anywhere even close to a body.”
“Yeah!” Sykkuno exclaims, “Isn’t that suspicious?”
You gape at your camera, like you’re in the Office, before hissing a “How the fuck is not murdering people suspicious?!”
“Guys, seriously,” Corpse says with a light little laugh, instantly hushing the hectic conversation, “we need to vote or skip. I say we skip for now. (Name) and I have been together since I ran into her in Electrical before the first body was found. I really don’t know what else do you want me to say. Let’s skip, okay?”
A chorus of “Okay”s shakes the discord call - if it’s anyone that can convince them to do something, it’s Corpse. This talent of his is both frightening and wonderful. It’s good having someone defend you, though if he ever wanted to vote you out, you’d be done for.
Somehow, you think he wouldn’t do that, though. A smile almost slips onto your lips before you swallow it down. Incriminating. You will not appear soft on stream! Your audience would tease you all the way to hell and back.
Bretman, who had been eerily quiet through the exchange (or, possibly, accidentally muted his mic again), suddenly speaks up, “Y’all are too cute.”
“What? Who?” Rae asks.
“(Name) and Corpse. Don’t think we don’t see y’all coupling it up.”
You’re suddenly incredibly happy you always stream in low lights - it feels cozy, more personal somehow - because your cheeks flush with heat and you lean back into your chair, as if to get away from him and the screen and the game and what he’s saying. You dare a glance at the chat but it’s swimming from the influx of messages.
Corpse is quiet. You’re not sure whether that makes you feel better or worse.
“Oh my God, no kidding.” James says, the last one to skip vote, “They’re always like this, I swear, it’s the cutest thing.”
“What about me and Corpse?” Sykkuno asks, “I thought we had something special.”
“First you frame me,” You speak up, “and now you’re trying to take away my only friend? Cold, Sykkuno. Real cold.”
“Yaaaas, miss girl, don’t let him walk all over you!” Bretman cheers.
Thankfully, the timer ends, no one is flung into the void of outer space and all mics are muted again before Bretman can say anything else.
You feel nervous. Corpse’s astronaut stands next to you, immobile. Swallowing, you circle around him again. You grin when he follows after you. Good, so he wasn’t weirded out by that exchange after all.
Wait, why do you care so much anyway?
Well, whatever. There are still plenty of tasks to be done and you need to catch Sykkuno somehow. With renewed enthusiasm, you connect wires, thinking of a game plan.
“here from corpse’s stream, he just called (name) angel:)!!”
You briefly wonder if it’ll make it into his stream highlights. Something so insignificant, such an offhand affectionate comment...Probably not, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hear it. Just to know how it sounded. To know if it really happened or was it just a little white lie from his fans meant only to tease you.
You wish you would've missed that comment in chat. Because now, with your heart racing in your chest, that’s the only thing you can think about.
… it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.
─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons)
─── soc. media + written fiction!
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author’s note: here it is…what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx
EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame
Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”
Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”
“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.
As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.
You debated your options.
You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...
After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.
As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.
There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.
That looks familiar to your situation...
She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.
Your heart flutters watching the video.
That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?
Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...
Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.
“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.
With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.
“Babe-“
You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.
Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.
“I love you, Clay.”
With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.
“I love you too.”
After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”
“Hmm?” You breathe out.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.
“Huggin’ you.”
Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.
“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.
Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”
Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.
You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”
Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.
Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...
Right..?
“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.
Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.
Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.
Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.
Clay blinks.
“FUCK”
“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.
Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.
You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.
“Whatever, idiot.”
Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!
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