#the way he started to remember things were so fast and lame

[maybankswhore]

high infidelity — xavier thorpe.

pairings: xavier thorpe x reader , tyler galpin x reader.

summary: your relationship with tyler got rocky when he started distancing himself from you. xavier just happened to be at the right place , at the right time.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th? do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

You remembered that night vividly. You were wearing your favorite sundress because Tyler loved when you wore it. Your makeup had been done to perfection and you were bouncing off the walls , excited to finally spend time with Tyler. He had just been so busy lately , always leaving before it got dark , kissing the top of your head and darting away as soon as he got the chance.

You were never one to be insecure or worried about what Tyler was doing. You trusted him. You did.

Until he didn’t show at all. Your makeup was ruined by how much you cried , barely making out the letters on your phone. Tyler sending five messages in a row with some lame excuse , promising he’d make it up to you and how much he loved you.

You got up from the diner he was supposed to meet you at — the one your parents had dropped you off at expecting your boyfriend to bring you home.

You sat outside in tears somewhere that was towards the side. You cried not only because he cancelled , but because you felt as though the relationship wasn’t as strong as it used to be. He wasn’t as interested in you anymore. He never complimented you or made time for you. The two of you had been together for a year and for 5 of those months , he was acting as though you were just another customer — another friend.

“You okay?”

Your eyes glanced up and saw Xavier Thorpe. His hair pulled back in a bun showing off the features of his face well. His hands were shoved in his school jacket as he looked at you with curiosity , minimal concern , but curiosity. He knew you , how couldn’t he? You had always knew how to get the boy’s attention — even with normie Tyler Galpin on your arm.

Swallowing thickly , you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay.” He commented , gesturing towards your tattered appearance.

Tearing your eyes away from him , you shrugged. “’M okay. Really.”

Silence hovered over the two of you for a minute. You didn’t bother looking back at him , assuming he’d walk away by the lack of conversation.

Your eyes shot up when he cleared his throat. “Want to come in with me? Was gonna take it to go but I think I found a reason to stay.”

you know there are many different ways to kill someone you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough.

Your relationship with Tyler was deteriorating. Fast. He spent most of his time with Wednesday and yours with Xavier. You noticed how fast he seemed to like her — how often you’d catch him looking at her when she wasn’t looking. Clear admiration and affection was on his face for her , though everytime you brought her up he’d shrug it off , lean it for a kiss and promised he loved you and nobody else.

You just didn’t feel it.

“You should just break up with him.” Xavier sighed as he rubbed your back comfortingly.

The two of you had discovered that you both had the same things in common. He loved to paint , and you loved museums. He liked action movies , and you liked popcorn. Everything the two of you were , just fit in together. You liked to talk , and Xavier loved to listen. Always.

The pit in your stomach grew darker. “I don’t know.” You mumbled and shook your head. “Maybe I just need to try harder or–or maybe if I dye my hair he’ll notice it and think I’m pretty again. . . like her.”

Xavier frowned. His hand grabbed at your face gently , turning you to look at him. “You are pretty. You always were. You don’t need to look like Wednesday , Y/N/N.” His eyes searched yours and you weren’t sure what it was. Your hand had absentmindedly found itself cupping the fingers he had around your face , your skin inviting the warmth of him to surround you gently. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.” Xavier said confidently.

Your cheeks turned red at the compliment. Sparks erupting around you as you looked at him with big eyes. “You’re just saying that you—”

“I mean it.” Xavier cut you off.

He shook his head with a sigh as he looked at you. Face fallen with little warm tears trailing along down your cheeks. He tutted , pinching your chin with his fingers while the other hand wiped them away quickly. “Pretty girls shouldn’t be crying.” Xavier said , barely above a whisper— but you heard him.

His words caused your heart to swell. And you didn’t know if it was his big , green eyes looking at you as though you really were that beautiful or the way your face felt like it had been set on fire the moment he had touched you. Though whatever it was , clouded your judgement , and before you could stop to think about the consequences , your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth pressed itself firmly against his.

The moment you kissed him , it was all over.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th? do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life.

“I think we need to break up.” You rushed out , glancing around the shop to see if anyone was listening. He was on break — barely realized you were there before you began pulling him out the door and towards the alley.

Your hands were shoved in your coat pockets as yoy avoided his lingering gaze. You didn’t want to look. You didn’t want to see any hurt or betrayal— you had already done enough and your heart wasn’t his anymore. It was sad , but it was reality , and you had to face the music.

“W-What? I thought. . . I mean I know it’s been weird lately but I—”

You scoffed. “You thought what , Tyler? Skipping dates. Flirting with Wednesday in front of me— I was just supposed to accept that? Act like everything was fine? Well it wasn’t! It wasn’t fine.” You didn’t mean to get so angry. But he knew this was coming. He had to have known.

“I wasn’t flirting with Wednesday.” Tyler laughed dryly. “I could say the same about you and that freak Thorpe.”

The mention of Xavier brought a crimson color bright on your cheeks. With a quickening heart beat , you simply shook your head. “You don’t get to turn this around on me Tyler.”

Tyler didn’t say anything. He just looked at you and knew. He knew.

“You. . . you’re breaking up with me for him?” He said it like a question , his voice trailing off at the end. His mind tried wrapping around where everything went wrong— how it happened. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure , he knew he hadn’t been the best. But he was doing it for them— for his mom. He was doing something good and you didn’t even know about it. “What? Did you fuck him?”

“Tyler!” You gasped at his accusation. The aggression in his tone made your eyebrows furrow. “You have no right to turn this around on me! Not after I tried so hard for months. Months!”

“You aren’t saying no.” Tyler scoffed.

“I kissed him.” You admitted , swallowing thickly. Tyler’s eyes dropped , his words seemingly meaningless , were actually true.

“You were. . .” Tyler put his hands on his hips as he looked away , blinking away tears. “You were with him last night then? When I tried calling you.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you love him?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

You paused and gave him a sad smile. You felt guilty for what you had done. It was wrong and you should’ve been thinking more clearly. But you couldn’t erase it. You couldn’t take it back.

All you had was forward now , and you felt like this was how it was supposed to be.

“He brought me back to life.”

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Hey Bird Boy!

I promised I’d write didn’t I? I’m missing you already, which is kinda stupid and cheesy, but true! There aren’t any other kids around now the holidays are over, so it’s just old people and super outdoorsy people who walk really fast with weird sticks and stuff, lame! Daddy lent me his crappy polaroid he uses for work so I can send you pictures and stuff so at least I’ve got something to do, they won’t be as good as yours but it’s better than nothing.

I tried to get a good picture but it’s hard to hold this huge thing with one hand and this is the best I could do but my teeth are totally starting to grow back so maybe I won’t look so dumb soon.. you can’t really see em but I can feel em poking through!!! It kinda hurts but I suppose we only have to grow em once so it’s not so bad. Growing teeth as a baby doesn’t count cos you can’t remember it.. how many teeth does your little sister have?!

I’m super looking forward to getting to know you properly since I can ask you stuff now! I’ll try n remember to ask you things instead of talking about myself the whole-time cos that’d be annoying to reply to, wouldn’t it?

By the way.. I took a bunch of pictures of my dad until I caught him laughing just to show you that he can be fun and nice, not always grumpy! He thinks he looks cool with his gold teeth but I think they make him look goofy, like a wannabe pirate haha!! YARRR!

I set Amber free cos I started to feel bad about keeping her cooped up in that tiny plastic box and I don’t think I’d like it if I were her, like how I’m starting to hate this stupid tower! I miss looking at her but I decided to start collecting fancy rocks instead since they’re not alive and don’t have any feelings. Dad digs up stuff for work sometimes so it makes total sense!! He said I’m not allowed to join him for that but we can do it on our own instead.. he bought me a big pretty one to start my collection, even though it’s kinda like cheating it still counts!

We found a birdwatching book stuffed in the back of the bookshelf looking for this notebook and dad said we should put some food out to see which ones we could spot.. they attacked him whilst he was putting the seeds out though so he said it was a stupid hobby and that he didn’t want to do it anymore. GET READY FOR THIS!!!

Ahahahahaahaaa I almost dropped his camera laughing at him and he took it off me for a couple days but it was totally worth it, please please pleaaaaase keep this picture cos I almost didn’t wanna send it to you so I could laugh at it forever and ever hahahaha!!!!

Oh, and I told daddy to take some pictures of me whilst I wasn’t looking like you do cos I thought it’d be neat, but I forgot I asked him to do it and got mad at him cos I was in my pj’s and my hair was all crazy.. it’s kinda funny I GUESS!! Plus, he said it made us even for me sending you the picture of him with the birds so here you go BUT DON’T KEEP THIS ONE!!

I got carried away and forgot to ask you stuff so here��s a list!

How old are you?

When’s your birthday?

Do you have any pets?!

What’s your favourite food?

Do you have all your big teeth yet? (it totally looked like it but you never know!!)

I was gonna think of more stuff to ask you and now the back of this page looks really empty but my brain farted and I really wanna send you this so you can send one back! I’ll think of more I promise!! I’m looking forward to “talking” to you so I guess you can write about whatever you want.. and I wanna see your house!! I bet your pictures will be way better than mine!

Yours excitedly, Alex :]

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[sturn-wrld]

🪼 watch it in bed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt helps reader to fulfill all her romantic dreams

genre: fluff!!!

warnings: nicknames, that's it!

a/n: my next couple parts are going to be all the little things, these will all be generally short. i might release a cutey little post of the list. 😻

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ever since my heart wrenching love confession, matt has made it his personal mission to do all the things i had dreamed about doing with him. This was simple things like watching tv shows together or going out on the weekends but there are some more niche like pancakes for dinner or ph13 things like dressing up for him to undress me.

this all started a week after we started dating. "hey baby, can i ask you something?" he said walking up to me from his desk "of course" i said wondering what in the world this could be.

"what were those things you were saying when you were confessing to me." i sighed wondering when he would bring them up. they were all pretty specific scenarios so i was sure they would come up. "umm, ok, i'm going to try to explain this in the least lame way possible" i looked down to my lap trying to think of a way to say it. "i mean they were all kind of things i would see or hear about my friends doing with their boyfriends and me having never really had a good enough boyfriend, i never did any of those things so every time i would i guess remember that i liked you, these things would kind of pop up in my head or like me doing them with you" he started at me and i knew at that point that i had said too much.

"i'm so-sorry i've said-"

"shhh. no you haven't. that's really cute" he said cutting me off. "we can do those things if you like" he said looking at me softly. "knowing you, I'm sure you have a list somewhere" i just giggle as i pull up the note in my notes app, 'right person, right time'. he leans over my shoulder to read them. as i scroll through the small list he finds one he likes. "watch a tv show together" he says starting to read it, reading the continued dot point, "and then watch it bed when the weather is bad or we are sick" he said finishing it. "the first part is easy enough but the second part will come eventually" he looks to me moving from his spot beside me to grab the controller for his tv.

we scrolled through netflix for what seemed like an hour before deciding to watch money heist. it was never either of our first picks but we've watched almost everything else.

1 week later

i woke up instantly feeling the freezing cold biting at my skin as my boyfriend is wrapped up next to me in all the blankets. i tug at the blankets until one is loose trying to capture some warmth. i feel matt shift next to me. "morning beautiful" he says in his groggy morning voice as i turn towards him "morning handsome" i mutter before he placed his hand in mine bringing my hand to his mouth to give it a kiss. "it is way too cold today" matt says crossing his hands over his chest. i give him an 'are you serious face' "oh, let me tell you, i know" i say pulling the blankets more. "i'm sorry baby it's a habit" he says rubbing my face trying to make me feel better "one you better solve fast" is all is said before he gets up to grab the controller for his tv. "what are you doing? we have to get ready for the day." i say genuinely curious.

"it's too cold outside. we are staying in and watching tv. how else will we complete the list?"

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[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I'm getting to everyone's snippets tonight, I promise! I'm a few days behind cause lectures have just started up again 😬 tagged for Tuesday by @thewolvesof1998 and @elvensorceress thank you friends 🫶. Also I'm updating my taglist for the first time ever so please interact with this post if you want to be on it!

Figured I should probably get cracking on my 7x06 spec fic before the episode comes out so please enjoy a bit of Buck getting roasted by his best friend and boyfriend.

Eddie frowns, looking a little confused. “I thought you guys were all good?” “We are,” Buck replies, his eyes never leaving his parents as he watches them greet guests, both looking the brightest and bubbliest he’s seen them in years. From afar he’s sure they look like a regular, happy older couple enjoying their daughter’s wedding, but Buck can’t hide the way seeing them still makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Tommy snorts beside him, bringing him back to reality. “Except Evan decided it was a good idea not to mention me until today” Eddie does a little double take, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “Wait, you haven’t told them yet?” “I’m gonna go find Denny,” Christopher announces, bored of listening to the adults. “Is that okay, Dad?” “Yeah, of course bud. See you in a bit,” Eddie says, ruffling Christopher’s hair. The three of them watch as he shoots off, making his way towards Hen, Karen and Denny as fast as his legs can carry him. When he’s safely out of earshot, Eddie rounds on Buck again, fixing him with an incredulous look. “Seriously, Buck, in what world did you think springing this on them today was a good idea?” “That’s what I said!” Tommy says, flicking Buck a smirk as he squeezes his side. “Hey, you’re meant to be on my side!” Buck protests, elbowing Tommy in the ribs, but it’s all forgiven when Tommy brushes a light kiss against Buck’s temple.  “And I didn’t want to tell them in person, I thought doing it like this would be… easier,” Buck finishes lamely, aware of how delusional he’s sounding. “Uh huh, cause telling your parents big, life changing things has always been easy in person hasn’t it,” Eddie deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrow at Buck in a way that screams you’re an idiot and you know it. “Listen, I wasn’t exactly thinking -” “Clearly,” Tommy and Eddie say in unison, turning to one another with shit-eating grins as Buck gives them both a flat look, before continuing.  “- but, I didn’t want them to gripe at me and say they would have rather heard it face to face than from behind a phone.” “I think they probably would have had a go at you either way, honestly,” Eddie says with a sympathetic shrug, and he reaches over to squeeze Buck’s shoulder. Buck sighs and burrows closer into Tommy’s side, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Tommy runs his hand down Buck’s spine, rubbing at each spinous process as he encourages Buck to relax. Buck softens a little, biting back a whine as Tommy nuzzles his nose against Buck’s hairline.  “You’re probably right,” he admits with a sigh. He’d really wanted nothing more than to heal his relationship with his parents but turns out it takes more than a little lightning strike and some shitty therapy sessions to mend years of trauma.

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[prodagustd]

so it goes | myg

 Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

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 —pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.

—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc

—words: 6.8k

a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!

You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.

[Yoongo]: Hurry up

[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready

[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.

You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.

The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.

The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?

"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.

At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.

The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at college, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to tell another joke just as bad.

He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.

You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.

It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?

You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.

“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.

“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”

“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you pretended to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.

During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.

“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”

“The hottest?” You joked.

“You bet.”

Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forced himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgot to eat, but when you brought him food he ate every single thing.

He always grabbed you by the waist and sat you on his lap, he asked you about your day and you asked him about his. He shared food with you and feed you on the mouth.

“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmured with his mouth full of food.

You still thought about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drank wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.

Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remembered Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.

“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”

Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.

You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.

“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”

He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.

Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.

He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.

It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited you with some friends from the company to a bar, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?

Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?

He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”

Yes the fuck he was.

His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?

In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you made Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he showed you new songs that he was working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?

And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.

Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.

He remembered that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.

Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You came every weekend and fucked all night, woke up and ate breakfast together, watched a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?

That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.

“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.

Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you taking off your shoes and say hi to his dog.

When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”

“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you.

"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.

Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.

“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.

“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”

If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.

“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.

“Did they? What did you say?”

“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.

“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed

“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.

The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.

“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.

“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.

Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.

Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.

“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”

“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”

“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”

Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.

“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.

“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.

Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understood him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.

“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.

When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.

And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?

Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–

“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.

“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.

“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.

“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.

“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.

“Did you?”

“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.

That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.

"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"

His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands and the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear your answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.

“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.

He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.

Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.

“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.

“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.

“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.

“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.

“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.

“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.

“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.

“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”

A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.

He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”

“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.

“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.

“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.

“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.

Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”

It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.

“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.

“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.

He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.

“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.

Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.

“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.

“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.

The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.

“Yoon.. I-I’m too… too close” You let him know in a sigh.

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said, still hiding in your neck, you nodded as if he could see you, his cock throbbing inside you in anticipation. He looked at you, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone.

You came moaning his name uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, helping you ride your climax. He followed shortly after as if he was holding on until you do it first.

When you finished he brought a wet towel from the bathroom and helped cleaning you, grabbing your panties and putting them on for you. He climbed the bed and pecked your lips, he saw your messed up makeup and tried to wipe it with his thumb, failing miserably.

“I'm really happy that you finished your exams.” He confessed “You worked really hard, I’m proud of you.” You smiled brightly, it was no surprise for him that you had a praise kink.

“Thank you, bubba.” Yoongi tried really hard not to roll his eyes.

“And I missed you too.” He finally said.

“I knew it.” You just replied laughing.

No, you don’t know shit, Yoongi thought. You didn’t know how many times the image of your fucked up face when you were about to cum showed up in his head since you did. You didn’t know how bad it messed him up the look you gave him when you asked to be fucked again later that night. You didn’t know how much he missed you in those two weeks.

But, on contrary belief, you knew a thing or two. You weren’t stupid, you remembered that one night when Yoongi confessed you that his heart was broken two years ago, he never used those words though, but you didn’t have to be a shrink to notice that Yoongi was afraid to get hurt again. He was so cliché, even when he tried so hard not to.

Yoongi was, in fact, kind of dumb for thinking that you could ever hurt him, but at some point in the last two years he learnt that he had to build a wall every time he met a girl. The problem was when he met you and he realized that he liked you more than any other girl he had met. The problem was when he let you meet his brother one day and his brother told his mom, and his mom called him demanding to meet his new girlfriend. The problem was that he got used to seeing you in his studio couch and on his bed wearing his tshirt only. The problem showed up when he realized it was hell every morning when you had to leave early to catch a class and he begged you to stay, you never skipped them, but he didn't mind trying over and over again.

The problem was in that moment when he was about to fall asleep, arms wrapped around your naked body, trying so hard not to give up but in the end he does, he’s in love with you.

#yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #min yoongi x oc #yoongi au #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfic #bts smut #bts au #suga x reader #suga x oc #suga fanfic #suga fanfiction #one shot #min yoongi one shot #yoongi one shot #fic: so it goes

[lamestteenagegirlever]

as a book reader i ADORE the series but if theres one thing i love more than anything is seeing baby percabeth from an unbiased perspective bc theyre so cute but also percy is so LAME like hes so embarrassing i love him. like in the books hes just like yeah i think she looks like a princess and we only hear his internal thoughts so i LOVEEE actually seeing how awkward he is with his crush on annabeth.

its so cute and i honestly think pretty important for the viewers because it rlly helps to drive how young they all are and how insane it is that theyre being put in these crazy situations. like his dorky face when annabeth smiled when he started singing the consensus song? his voice cracking after annabeth laughed at his potty joke?? the look of brief panic on his face when he realized grover saw the face he was making when he hugged annabeth back followed by the really awkward smile??? THE WAY HE WAS THINKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT A PRETTY GIRL HUGGED HIM FOR SEVERAL DAYS STRAIGHT AND SAW ANNABETH WAS ACTING WEIRD SO HE ASSUMED SHE WAS DOING THE SAME BUT SHE HAD ACTUAL SERIOUS STUFF TO WORRY ABOUT SO HE JUST ENDED UP TELLING ON HIMSELF???? LIKE THAT IS ACTUALLY SO EMBARRASSING I WAS DYING WATCHING THAT PART. THE WAY HE INDIRECTLY ASKED HER ON A MOVIE DATE AND WOULDNT MAKE EYE CONTACT EXCEPT FOR A MILLISECOND TO SEE HER REACTION BEFORE DARTING HIS EYES AWAY SO FAST????? THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SCENE OVERALL?????? THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER LIKE YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE THAT HIS PUPILS ARE DILATED IN A GOOD COUPLE OF SCENES WHEN HES LOOKING AT HER LIKE THIS LITTLE BOY IS DOWN ASTRONOMICALLY HE IS SO FUCKING LAME. like we obviously knew the way they were both ready to sacrifice their lives for eachother in a heartbeat and how well they complimented one another and the way they changed each others world views and made the other strive to be better versions of themselves like ive known they were the blueprint since like literally 2nd grade like that didnt stop me from repeatedly bawling my eyes out over it but thats not the point. like we knew this and we could see it in the books but we couldnt see, or at least not fully see, how big of a stupid embarrassing crush percy had on annabeth and how she obviously feels the same way but is better at hiding it like oh my god i love them i wanna squeeze them until their eyes pop out like those old pens at the scholastic book fair do yall remember those?? im sorry guys im so autistic pjo and specifically percabeth has been my special interest since i was 7 and now 10 years later i get to watch them on tv in an adaptation WITH YOUNG RYAN REYNOLDS ARYAN SIMHADRI AND THE ONE AND ONLY MISS LEAH JEFFRIES thats almost entirely book accurate but also adds in fun stuff that works great in the plot and for the most part even better than the original scenes in the books bc the show is how rick would write the series NOW with all of his new gained writing experience like im actually going to explode the show is so good

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percabeth #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #leah is my annabeth #leah is our annabeth #grover underwood

[abbyromanoff]

Little own family

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you’re scared to find out what her reaction might be to your new found secret. Will she be happy or mad?

Warnings: pregnancy, angst with happy ending, kissing (?), swearing, fluff, no pronouns are used for reader except the word ‘mom’ twice, and I think that’s it

This is my first story sooooo yeah I hope it’s not bad! Thank you to @agathashcrkness for giving me the motivation to write for the first time! You do not have the right to steal this, copyright, or reblog as your own.

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Two lines. Two lines was all that marked the pregnancy test. You took multiple just in case, hoping that they’d all be wrong. But test after test each one revealed the same lines, which meant only one thing, you were pregnant. You slowly brought your head up to look back at your tear stained face in the mirror, this wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. You and Nat weren’t able to have kids, that’s what the doctors told you. You were on birth control and Nat only had a 4% chance of getting someone pregnant. You could still see the way her face dropped when the doctor told her the news, she has always wanted kids. You could see it in her eyes when she’d see Clint and Laura having fun with their kids. The way they wrote cards to them for the holidays, celebrated their birthdays by trying to make a cake. She wanted that more than anything. Even if she refused to admit it you knew she dreamed of the day she’d have to be woken up by her baby jumping on her yelling at her to wake up because it’s Christmas. She dreamed of braiding their hair just like hers so they could be a mini Nat and giving her kid what she always wanted as a child. All she ever wanted was a child of her own to love and cherish. But this wasn’t the time for a child, you guys aren’t even married and Nat loved her job too much to quit or retire. You loved your job too, getting to save people and seeing the relief on their face when knowing they’re safe. It was your favorite thing to do. Your thoughts got interrupted when there was a soft knock at the door, followed by a voice you could tell was Nat.

“Babe, you almost done in there? We have a meeting in 5 minutes and we really can’t be late again, you know what happened last time we were late.” Chuckling to yourself you remember approximately two months ago when the director was yelling at you both for never being on time. You made up a lame excuse that you lost track of time but really you both were in the middle of having sex. Choosing to ignore the calls and texts you received from everyone you both continued until there was a pounding on you guys’ door followed by an angry Fury.

You answered the girl on the other side of the door with a, “yeah, just give me a second.” You frantically tried to find a place to put the tests only to throw them in the trash as fast as you could, hiding the boxes as well. You put on a normal face and walked out of the door only to see your girlfriend on the other side.

“Took you long enough. Is everything alright? You’ve been a little pale lately and don’t think I haven’t noticed how much you’ve been puking.”

You tried your best to think of an excuse that she’ll believe, as if she couldn’t detect your lies from a mile away.

“I’m fine, just a little nauseous I guess.” You replied, trying your best to hide the shakiness in your voice. Nat stared down at you, clearly not believing you. Before she could say anything else you dragged her with you to the meeting room where all the avengers awaited for your arrival.

“It’s about damn time. Were you two busy swallowing each other’s tongue again?” Tony snickered. Of course he had some snarky response as usual, he always did. You both rolled your eyes and went to your seats as Fury and Steve started talking to you all.

You were an hour in and you haven’t registered a single word they’ve said so far, only being able to think about earlier. How were you supposed to tell Nat? Would she be supportive? What if she’s not ready? What if she leaves me? You looked to your side once you felt a hand rest upon your thigh. Looking only to see Nat worriedly staring back at you mouthing, ‘you okay?’ Your only response was a nod, leaving her filled with worry. She could tell whenever you were deep in thought, she picked up on all of your habits. When you’re anxious she sees you biting your cheeks or lips, when you’re stressed your eyebrows furrow, and when you’re deep in thought your leg bounces and you don’t blink. She could read you easily, like she always knew what was going on in that head. But right now she couldn’t figure out what was bothering you so much. She listened back in on Cap and Fury talking, keeping her hand on your thigh as a reassurance that she was there for you.

As the two men wrapped up everything they had to say she watched you stand to leave as fast as you could. She tried to grab onto you to keep you with her but you were too fast. She was forced into conversations with the team as the only thing she could think about was you. She ran up the stairs when finally being freed from the never ending conversations up into you and hers shared bedroom. Knocking on the door she waited for a response only to be left empty handed. She wanted to prepare you and tell you that she was coming in instead of just opening the door, it was something she’s always done even when you tell her it’s her room too and she doesn’t have to, she always insists on letting you have privacy. Opening the door she saw you sitting on the bed, head in your hands and tears spilling out of your eyes. She rushes over to you, trying to figure out why you’ve been like this. She tears your hands away from your face and holds them while kissing the backs of the cold hands. She studies your face, red, wet with tears, and your eyes filled with sadness. She hated seeing you cry, all she ever wanted was the best for you, she’d do whatever it takes to make you happy at all times.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Can you please tell me what’s bothering you so I can help you?” Your partner asks, clear worry in her voice. You want to tell her but that fear in the back of your mind of her leaving you overtakes it.

“I-it’s nothing, I’m fine.” You say as you go to stand up only to be stopped by Nat.

“No you’re not fine, stop lying to me! Tell me what’s wrong.” She persisted. There was no choice now, whenever she was like this you knew you had to tell her. You prepared for her to walk out and leave you there, even if she didn’t seem like the type who’d do that doesn’t mean she won’t, anything could happen.

“I’m pregnant.” Was barely heard with how quiet the two words were spoken. She could barely hear the words but she was able to make out what you said. Still she asked ‘what?’ Thinking she must have heard you wrong, there was less than a 1% chance of it happening, unless it wasn’t hers.

“Is it- is it mine?” Came from your girlfriend. Shock appeared on your face as you listened to her questioning your loyalty. She knew you’d never cheat, you’d be stupid to ever even think about cheating on someone as amazing as her but she still worried.

“Of course it’s yours Nat! Do you really think I’d cheat on you?” Came your enraged voice. You couldn’t believe her, how could she really think you’d do that?

“Well no, but do you know how small of a chance we have of me getting you pregnant? It’s less than one percent y/n.”

“There’s still a fucking chance Nat! Look I’m pregnant, it’s your child and that’s it, if you want to leave then leave okay but I’m keeping this damn baby.” You prayed she wouldn’t leave, you couldn’t do this by yourself. And you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her with someone else because of a mistake you both made. You felt the tears arise once again as you thought of the possibility that she could leave you, the woman you love could leave you because you were having her baby.

“What? No Id never leave you, of course I wouldn’t! I’m in love with you y/n and I’m going to love this baby just as much. I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom.” Your girlfriend said as her eyes started to water at the thought. Her dream was finally coming true, her dream of having a child with the love of her life. She tried to hide her feelings by putting her head in your neck as she leant in to hug you, but it only caused more to arise. By now you were both sobbing as you held one another in your arms. You leaned back to look her in the eyes as you muttered, “We’re gonna be moms.” She nodded excitedly as she pulled you in for a kiss, not letting either of you break away for air. When you both finally let go you sat in silence, the only noise that could be heard was you both breathing hard, trying to get back as much air as you lost from the kiss.

“Marry me?” It was out of nowhere, making you question if you were just hearing things. You didn’t respond, you sat there thinking about what she just said. She repeated what she said just minutes ago, hoping you’d say something this time. You did,

“Marry you? Are-are you sure? I mean this is a big ste-“ you were cut off as she was already answering you.

“I’m sure, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I bought a ring two weeks ago with Clint but I’ve been too scared to ask you. But now I’m sure that you’re the one for me, I can’t see myself with anyone other than you. So will you marry me?” She finished her sentence with evident fear in her voice, fear of rejection.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you Nat!” You yelled in excitement as you threw yourself in her arms once again. A large smile was planted on both of your faces that no one could remove. Nat worried that she’d end up waking up from a dream and that none of this would be true, that you wouldn’t be getting engaged and having a child. Even when there was a knock on the door followed by Wanda entering you both stayed still, not even paying attention to the girl, fearing that if you let go the moment would end.

10 months later you were screaming at Nat while crushing her hand, giving birth to your bundle of joy. Once the twenty hour process was over you cradled the baby in your arms with Nat overlooking the both of you. The newborn wrapped their little hand around Nat’s finger and she cried of joy seeing her baby interact with you both. Nat had to hold her sister when she broke down hearing that you guys have decided to name the baby after her nickname, Lena. And you both shedded more tears when you officially became a Romanoff, joining Nat and your baby as you officially shared a name with them. Your little own family.

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #angst with a happy ending #natasha x fem!reader #natasha x reader

[neighborhood-houseplant]

I JUST READ YOUR KILLUA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS AND I AM SCREAMING. I was wondering if you could please do some domestic Killua headcanons, they don't have to be married headcanons because i know some people aren't comfortable with it. Thank you, take care!

Domestic Killua Zoldyck Relationship Headcanons

Author's note: Hi anon! I'm so glad that you liked my other headcanons so i give you these!

❥ He's used to waking up early for training and stuff, because he always had to for training when he was younger but now that you've gotten him addicted to sleepy morning cuddles and now he complains to no end whenever either you or him have to get out of bed

❥ Like the poor boy will so firmly in denial

❥ "Killua, Love, we have to get going, it's 6am."

❥ "No, it's not, go back to bed, baby."

❥ He has great memory and is always double or triple checking his bag or pockets to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, so he almost never forgets anything and this helps you out too because he likes to check you're things and packs anything you've forgotten for you along with a little note wishing you a good day.

❥ THIS MAN CAN COOK

❥ I know people may think this is kind of a stretch but I headcanon that before he ran away, he learned a lot from the cooks working at his family mansion.

❥ It also really feeds his ego when you compliment his cooking skills lmao. Also he 110% uses his claws to cut up food.

❥ "Hey, pretty face, get me a knife, please?"

❥ "They're all dirty, hold on, let me wash one for yo- okay then."

❥ He still trains pretty often like around 4/7 days a week, so not as much as he used to but he's still staying on top of his game, more so out of habit than him wanting to but he does still enjoy it. 

❥ But lets remember that he has a very, very, very large amount of stamina so he can train for a long time.

❥ So more often than not, you get tired before him so you go to get a drink or eat and just watch him workout, you know, for ideas for things to next time, definitely not check him out, no sir 😭

❥ Going grocery shopping with him will go one of two ways. Either, he has a list, he’s a man on a mission, he’s determined to stick to the list, he’s a man with a vision, nothing shall sway him.

❥ Until he enters the store and sees some new chocolate or candy that he hasn’t tried. All that resolve? Gone.

❥ You end up getting things that you guys actually need and he’s just standing there with like 50 packs of whatever it is that he bought lmao 😭

❥ He likes to take you on at least one date every week. But he’s started avoiding parks, (unless you want to go ofc) because once a little kid called him an old man because of his white hair and poor Killua practically died.

❥ When you two were decorating your shared home, he wanted pretty neutral oe dark colours but he caved when asked for a brighter colour scheme but he, to this day, still says it looks like a Teletubbie threw up in there, but he loves it.

❥ Movie nights happen often but he didn’t want to watch titanic at first because he said, “It’s going to be so boring and lame.” but cue him at the movie literally a sobbing mess😭

❥ He never recovered lmao

❥ He tried to start a flower garden and just forgot about it for a week and all the flowers died. He restarted it but you take care of it for him because he’s still pretty forgetful about it but he’s convinced he’s done it all himself because you decided not to tell him.

❥ You know that one meme that’s like, “You’ve been home for an hour and a half and not even once, not one time have you tried to cuddle me and it’s pissing me the fuck off, I want my fucking cuddles.”? Yeah that’s him, he gets so moody without physical contact from you, it’s hillarious.

❥ He likes to make fun of people who can’t do basic house chores but then you walk in on him wrestling a fitted sheet and swearing like a sailor😭

❥ He can cook, as I’ve mentioned before, but he also like junk food and it won’t do shit to him because of his fast metabolism.

❥ You guys have a cat named flip-flop (thank killua for that) and he SPOILS it so much.

❥ “Come on, Y/n, Flip-flop would never scratch the curtains. Isn’t that right Flip-flop?” And it meows like it’s agreeing.

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@mayttesworld  @v3ntit0p1a  @eiswife 

#hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #killua zoldyck #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #killua x reader #fluff #leorio paladiknight #gon freecss #hxh scenarios #hunter x hunter #kurapika kurta

[steviesbicrisis]

Steddie - Percy Jackson AU

AKA the struggle of finding the perfect Valentines gift for a son of Aphrodite

Eddie keeps staring at the flowers on display, feeling more pathetic by the minute. He hears a voice inside his head telling him he should make the flowers himself, but he shakes that voice away fast, it sounded way too similar to his dad's. Pretty arrangements were never his forte anyways, and he needs the prettiest one.

What kind of flowers should he buy? is even flowers a good idea? should he go for chocolates? can he be more basic than this? probably not, but tomorrow will be valentine's day and he has no other ideas.

He snatches the bouquet with the most pink and yellow flowers, Steve always wears soft sweaters in either one of those colors so he thinks it should be fine.

💐🍫🎸💌

An hour later, Eddie stomps into another store, mumbling to himself. They aren't even dating yet, so why is this so complicated?

Why, of all the people at Half-Blood Camp, did he have to fall for a son of Aphrodite? how do you even attempt to romance someone who had the Goddess of Love as a mother?

He taps his fingers nervously on the glass counter, there are way too many options and he doesn't even know where to start.

He goes back to his cabin with a cheesy heart-shaped box filled with peanut butter chocolates - Steve would never admit it but he goes crazy for peanut butter - and places them next to the flowers.

🍫🎸💌 💐

Right before dinner and after hours of overthinking, the chocolate idea feels too lame in Eddie's eyes.

"So is this for Steve?" Robin asks. He's pretty sure she's smirking but they're talking just outside of her cabin, Apollo's, and the sunlight is just at the right place to make it shine too much for his poor eyes. He used to be jealous of Robin for having such a cool dad, but lately he feels much more content being stuck with Dionysus.

"It is not!" he replies, too quickly to be believable.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me" she pushes him inside the cabin, then picks up a piece of paper and a binder.

"This is a list of Steve's favorite songs. I know you don't like any of these so" she gestures at the binder "I've got all of my music sheets in here. No need to thank me, Munson. But remember to give them back, I have a great aim and your cabin is a weapon range from here."

Eddie passes most of the night learning Against all Odds by Phill Collins while looking nervously at Robin's cabin through his window.

🎸💌 💐 🍫

It's Valentine's day, and Eddie is absolutely fucked. The flowers aren't pretty enough, the chocolate is lame, the song is overused and he's out of ideas.

He finds himself at Athena's cabin with only a few hours of sleep and right before breakfast.

He waits for Nancy to get out.

"This is about Steve" she states, not even questioning it, and Eddie doesn't have the energy to deny it.

"I'm running out of ideas Nancy! this was supposed to be a casual thing, no pressure! but then I mentioned it to him and he got so excited about receiving something from me and now there's no casualty anymore! There's anxiety, and he's surrounded by romance on a daily basis how am I supposed to compete with that?" Nancy listens to his rant quietly, not showing any particular reaction.

"So, how can I help?" it might seem like a cold response but that's exactly what Eddie needs.

He gets out an hour later, his stomach grumbling, his body pleading for a few hours of sleep, but with a poem about Steve's sun-kissed freckles and soft hair. Nancy wasn't much help with that, but she re-read it and made sure there weren't any mistakes and that his writing was clear enough.

"Eddie wait" Nancy calls for him as he's going through the door "you know how it is on valentine's day... Steve is one of the most admired kids in Aphrodite's cabin. So, whatever happens, don't let it get into your head okay? he likes you a lot."

💌💐🍫🎸

It gets into Eddie's head. Big time.

He was never confident about the gifts he prepared but he thought at least one of them would've been fine.

That is until the parade of Steve's presents begins.

After the tenth bouquet of flowers he receives, Eddie stops counting.

At breakfast and lunch, he has a pile of chocolates on his table and it stands up even amongst his brothers and sisters who had received chocolates as well, just not as many.

The gift Eddie is most confident about, the poem, has to be ruled out as well since with most of the bouquets and chocolates Steve has also received white envelopes with his name written on them, in much nicer handwriting than Eddie's.

The song, Eddie's weakest gift since it isn’t his cup of tea and he had to learn it overnight, is the only thing he has left.

Despite it all, he gets ready for it. He doesn’t like the song but he loves a big gesture, so he goes to his cabin in the afternoon to grab his guitar, determined to surprise Steve with a romantic serenade.

When he comes back, he notices a big fuss around the amphitheater. Curious, he gets close just in time to see one of Robin's brothers guiding Steve at the arena's center, a guitar in his left hand.

Eddie rushes away, he doesn’t need to see anything more.

🪨🪨🪨🪨

His gloomy state guides him to the lake's shore. It's cold but quiet, plus Eddie's favorite pastime consists in picking up rocks that catch his attention.

He throws a couple of them in the lake, kicks a few big ones, then sighs. A part of him hopes Steve is so busy with all his admirers that he forgets about him and his promise.

He crouches to have a better look at the smaller rocks at his feet. One catches his eye almost immediately: it's round, smooth, and mostly dark brown with gold cracks. Eddie cannot explain it, but it makes him think of Steve.

He's getting up with the small stone in his hand when he hears footsteps behind him.

"I knew I would find you here" Steve's smile makes Eddie's knees go weak, even at that distance.

He stops once he's standing next to him, both facing the lake.

"I guess you know me pretty well" Eddie points out, his eyes fixed on the water.

"Oh, I do" Steve smirks, confidence radiating from every fiber of his being. Eddie supposes that anyone would feel great about themselves after a day spent accepting any sort of gifts.

"So, I came to collect something" Steve breaks the silence, sounding less confident than before, more nervous if anything.

Eddie can't tell him about all the lame gifts he got for him, let alone go back to his cabin and grab one of them.

Before he can think too much about it, he takes one of Steve's hands and drops the rock on his palm "Here, happy valentine's day".

He realizes what he has done only after Steve's hand closes into a fist around the gift.

Eddie's eyes grow wide, his gaze flickers nervously between the hand that was holding the stone - the right one which he mentally renames as the traitor - and Steve's.

He tries to come up with excuses, but no sound comes out of his mouth.

Finally, as he's ready to jump in front of him and say something like "ahah this is a joke! I got you", Eddie looks at him.

Steve is radiant.

Eddie has rarely seen him smile like this, never at a stupid rock he had randomly collected. He is pretty sure this isn't the first rock he has ever given him, either. It's just a thing that Eddie does.

But Steve is beaming at the rock in his hand like Eddie has given him a piece of jewelry or a gemstone.

"Thank you Eddie, I love it" only then Eddie notices that he is also blushing.

"Are you sure? It's just a rock" he replies, nervously.

Steve raises an eyebrow at the question "yeah, but it's very pretty. And you love rocks."

"Oh," Eddie says, dumbly.

He finally understands why Steve was so excited by the idea of Eddie gifting him something for Valentine's day, why both Robin and Nancy told him he was stressing too much over something Steve would've liked anyways.

Steve would've loved anything as long as it came from Eddie.

"Now I feel bad," Steve speaks, oblivious to Eddie's internal epiphany "my gift is very lame compared to yours."

"You got me something, pretty boy?" he leans closer to him, into Steve's personal space. He smirks when he notices Steve's blush reaching his ears.

"Of course I did" he huffs "but you have to close your eyes if you want it" Steve looks away as he says it, clearly embarrassed.

He'd love to tease him about his red face but he decides to play nice and close his eyes.

He flinches when he feels Steve's lips on his. He slides his arms on his shoulders and around his neck, to make sure Steve doesn't misinterpret his surprised reaction. Steve puts his arms around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Someone might say that gifting a kiss for Valentine's Day is very lame but Eddie realizes that, as long as it came from Steve, he would've loved it anyways.

I wasn’t planning to write anything but then I had some free time and I got inspired! Please forgive me if I wrote something unrealistic for the Percy Jackson world but I’ve read the books years ago, I don’t remember much!Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone but especially to my mutuals, I hope you have an amazing day 💘

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #Steve son of Aphrodite #Eddie son of Dionysus #Robin daughter of Apollo #Nancy daughter of Athena #stranger things x Percy Jackson AU #happy Valentine’s Day #steddie’s Valentine

[heartfullofleeches]

Hella weird but I want Devlin to chase me, like if it’s just an intense game of tag or I’m genuinely trying to run away idc I want that man full on sprinting after me while I’m running away from him. Sounds like a fun adrenaline rush idk

The ride is unusually quiet. Your partner with his rambunctious and unruly self had hyped up the outing up until this point, eerily quiet as his eyes focus on the road. How well that attention spared was beyond you as you were fairly certain he didn't have a driver's license mainly due to the fact he's been alive nearly as long as vehicle transportation itself, but its better not to sweat the small things. He keeps a hand on your leg the entire drive, mindlessly tracing patterns along your thigh muscles. That mischievous grin of his returns as the car breaks to a stop.

"We're here~"

The happy jingle in his voice can't mean anything good, but you pop your seatbelt and follow him outside out of the trust he longed for and you felt you could give. Devlin grabs a bag from the back and your hand as he steps off road and into the treelining. He kisses the top of your hand as he closes your fingers around a flashlight.

"I'm so exciting, babes. No matter what, just remember you'll be safe- as long as you stay close to me and don't pass the blue trees when we get there."

That's definitely comforting. "What are we doing out here?"

That impossible smile only grows. "You'll see."

Devlin leads you into the wood. There's not much on your walk besides trees and rocks, until you come across the stained walls ejected around the forest floor. Vegetation and the hands of time had done their damage, but you could make out what looks to be spray paint art. The tiny monuments gradually incress in size till you're facing down small cobble huts throughout the area. Devlin stops in what appears to be the heart of the field and spreads his arms.

"Ta-da! Cool ain't it?"

You look around, airsoft goggles abandoned by a tree stump. "Is this... a paintball field?"

"Yup. Built right over the cemetery in the town I grew up in. Had some quality fun when was open. Probably the reason it closed too. Yellow eyed devil is what they called me. So fucking lame."

"I'm glad you showed me a part of your past, but is sight seeing all we came to do?"

"Nope."

Devlin snatches your light and tosses it into the trees. He pulls off his coat and lays it over a wall.

You back away as he streches. "I'm confused.."

"I'm gonna hunt ya down, silly. Just a little bonding experience and a way to relieve all the stress I got from watching you mingle with others. Most importantly, it'll be good to see how fast you can run if you flake on me and I have to drag your cute ass back where you belong.

He's dead serious about this. Some warning would've been nice, but the only way out is if you play alone. "What are the roles?"

"You try to make it back to the car without me catching you. It's pretty much a straight line besides the baracades so whether that's an advantage is on you. I'll give you a ten second head start. If you win, I'll do whatever you say for the night. If I win.... well- you'll see soon enough.

It probably would've been best to calculate your chances of winning, but it was clear he was getting antsy. "Alright. I'll play along. You better not be a sore loser like you were when we played operation."

Devlin looks ready to burst from excitement. "Scouts honor. We start in five."

You face the starting point, counting off in your head. You hear Devlin pacing behind you as you get in position. On the final number, your feet sink into the soft earth as you take off. Your countdown continues as you sprint down the path, seconds ticking by until the chase begins. Glancing over your shoulder, you see that Devlin isn't even looking in the direction you're heading. As the second countdown finishes, he takes a knee - running off to your right.

You make up for the wasted time by kicking your flight into second gear. Wasn't the best idea to put all your energy in at the start, but he was up to something and you knew it. Just keep looking ahead and pushing forward. The trees off the path were two dense for him to make it through and somehow catch you. There was probably a trap somewhere or-

Devlin cleans tree leaves out of his hair as he steps onto the path. The fall hurt his ankle, but with a few rolls of his foot it's good as new. You stop dead in your tracks, flinging yourself behind the nearest wall before he can spot you. That bastard was in the trees - waiting for you. You knew he was fast, but that seemed impossible. You peak around the wall to see if he's noticed you.

"Anybody ever tell you how hot you are covered in sweat and afraid?"

Devlin leans over the wall, winking at you as you look up. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you throw a small rock in his general direction as you race off in the direction you came. He catches it and hops over the wall.

"Oh you play dirty, huh? Here I thought I would have to go easy on you."

Your chest burns as you make distance from him as fast as humanly possible. He's gone off road again when you check, but this time you catch a glimpse of him through the thicket of trees right before he bursts out again in front of you. You pedal backwards and into one of the area towers, crawling beneath the glass free window to make it to the otherside. Devlin is already there and covers your mouth before you can scream. He pins you to the wall and celebrates his victory with a kiss to your sweaty skin.

"Looks like I won. I think it's time for the real fun to begin."

Devlin picks you up and sits you on the window sill. You catch your breath as his hands paw your thighs, tongue rolling over your salty skin.

"Another... round."

His ears perk up in tune with his lecherous smirk. "Oh?"

"I... wasn't- ready. If you win, I'll give you... an entire week of doing whatever you want."

Devlin backs off you, the flames of adrenaline rekindled in his eyes and burning brighter than before. "Oh, Y/n. You have no idea what you've just submitted yourself too."

#Carried away cause he my... fifth wife #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

[writingforatwistedworld]

hello ! can i req self aware jamil , malleus , and kalim with a gn s/o who likes to collect antique dolls ? like they get a new doll and immediately open the app to show it off to them , rambling and what not ? thank you !! <3

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, obsession, possessiveness, unhealthy relationship, violence

Kalim Al-Asim/Jamil Viper/Malleus Draconia-Player collects antique dolls

A nice hobby you have! It might not be so nice for the budget of the Al-Asim family....

But let us start from the beginning

Kalim loves everything that makes you happy

Whether that is your favorite food, book or in this case, your dolls

And believe me when I tell you that he feels overjoyed whenever he sees you showing him them

Oh not because he likes those dolls

More because of your smile

Uh... this only goes well in the beginning

Kalim, and I'm not joking, gets jealous of dead material which is formed to resemble a small human

If he were to be able to enter your world then he would smash them to pieces

So um... maybe only buy one once a month? To keep the jealousy level low...

But since those threats bind him to his world he isn't able to do anything. Unless...

How about buttering you up with dolls??!

Since that day there is a whole room filled just with antique dolls in his castle

One servant quit because they found their eyes too spooky when they were passing by at night

However, once Jamil had to clean up a pile of broken porcelain after Kalim threw one of them against a wall screaming something along the lines of “Curse them!” (Jamil was scared of Klaim for the first time in his life)

You now have the choice, keep on showing him those dolls and make it worse (making him possibly hire somebody to summon you into his world) or keep low an keep your freedom

The choice is up to you (choose freedom!!!)

Jamil is a much safer one

So one day she found out that you liked dolls, so what?

He doesn't get jealous

Oh no, he is genuinely happy for you

Not everyone has hobbies that make them so happy

He would also prepare some for you if you ever were to enter their world but... money doesn't grow on trees...

So he has to be satisfied with seeing your smile every time you show him a new one

He might just gets way too protective of dolls from now on...

Some first year say g they are lame?

Suddenly they don't remember the day before they woke up in their room in their dorm with wound all over themselves

And they might will be accused of behaving violently

Eye contact can be a dangerous thing is all I'm saying in this case

Voicelines will also start to get weird

These last few days he has started to talk about how he learns how to make and fix dolls

But this is just a funny little update, right?

Just don't worry about the small rumors you sometimes hear about him whenever a NPC is talking to another NPC

Something about Jamil being weird...

But nah, that can't be, right??!

This one might be the one who is the most happy but also most dangerous one

Happy about your hobby 2.0

The thing is, Malleus probably has really old antique dolls back home

Probably every Fae child but shhh we don't talk about that

Like Kalim he also starts a doll collection

Just with the difference that you have a small chance of not being summoned into their world if we are talking about Kalim whilst in his case this is guaranteed

But let's turn out gazes at something else for now

So, when you first showed him a doll he was confused

Weren't dolls out of fashion these days?

But he befriended the idea of you liking such a thing very fast

He isn't very judgemental, just a nuclear bomb on two legs

Where were we moments ago... ah yes, that summoning bussiness

There has been a huge increase in doll stonks

Rumors say that the reason for that is the sudden disappearance of many old dolls

They are in that castle but I get the feeling that once someone or something enters that place they won't leave for a long time

Malleus just wants you beside him and if a doll collection will make you even happier then he will happily buy every single one

But for now please enjoy your hobby!

Who knows how long you still have the freedom to run into a antique store to buy these...

Wait is Malleus drawing some weird symbols on the floor while muttering something weird??! Reader, run! (I don't think that helps but you never know...)

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere kalim al asim x reader #yandere kalim x reader #yandere kalim al asim #yandere jamil #yandere jamil x reader #yandere jamil viper #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: violence #tw: obsession #tw: possessiveness #tw: unhealthy relationship

[maidenvault]

Why is AFFC considered to be the least well-written A Song of Ice and Fire book? I'm like 3/4 of the way through and I honestly think it might be one of my favorites.

I think it's really good, too! I mean, I've loved all the ones I've read (still haven't gotten to ADWD) and the writing in AFFC really isn't significantly weaker to me. I think it has kind of a lame and boring prologue compared to the others, which I remember concerning me from the start given the book's reputation, and Cersei is the one viewpoint character so far whose chapters really didn't do much for me.

But I think the main point of AFFC is also what made it kind of a hard sell after ADWD was the most exciting and eventful book in the series, and it's all in the title - it's about the melancholy comedown after all the action. Brienne's chapters in particular show in really moving ways the widespread devastation left by the war in all the places she travels. Septon Meribald's monologue about the "broken men" of war is such an important moment. And if you think of the entire series as one epic story, it makes sense that this book is more low-key after all the huge turning points that happen in ADWD, but it can feel pretty slow compared to the other books.

For some people that really wasn't helped by the introduction of new characters when we're thousands of pages into this series and the other characters we've followed from the beginning seem to be getting nowhere we want them to go very fast. I think in AFFC people begin to feel frustration at GRRM's seeming lack of a sense of urgency to finish the series. It's a common criticism that this is the point where he gets overly ambitious and unrealistic about introducing way more storylines than he can hope to satisfyingly resolve in a couple more books...and considering how long we've waited for TWoW that's probably fair. But as things are, I can't imagine the series without the Martells and the Greyjoys being as prominent as they are. I guess for the kind of reader who's most anticipating seeing how things resolve politically and who will end up on the thone, it's tedious spending all this time with families who probably have no real chance of gaining the power they want to because they weren't even important enough to be main characters from the start. But what I really love about the Greyjoys especially is that they are seemingly so doomed. Asha is one of my favorite characters largely because her first viewpoint chapter telegraphs in such a poignant way that she's willing to die fighting for what should be hers, it’s her identity and she can’t just let it go, and she's more fully aware than Robb or Renly ever were that it could end badly for her. She'll likely never have the seastone chair and the Ironborn are fucked for not listening to her.

Of course there's also the fact that lots of fans waited so long for another book only for fan-favorite characters like Tyrion and Dany not to be in it. I enjoy them all, for the most part, so this wasn't a problem for me. I think over time fandom has grown to appreciate AFFC more, but even for me it's not one I ever really crack open to re-read parts.

#a song of ice and fire #asks #a feast for crows #asha greyjoy #brienne of tarth #meta #my meta

[always-andromeda]

Taking What’s Not Yours | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 4,453

Summary | Joby learns a hard lesson when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to him.

Author’s Note | I am not even going to TRY and play dumb and innocent on this one. I saw the picture of Joby’s snake tattoo and I just…I was thinking some things. So naturally, I had to project that garbage onto a fic. Hope y’all can see my vision with this one and really…get into it.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), description of handjob, fingering, loooots of teasing, Joby and reader are a biiiit of a toxic train wreck, Joby is a bit of a sub, usage of various pet names, nothing else I can think of!

Some hidden part of himself knew it was just a little childish, sweeping that stuffed animal of yours underneath the bed. Joby always believed you liked that little fucker more than him. Sometimes when you were mad at him and made him sleep on the couch, you'd cuddle it.

He bought the stuffed bear for you one Valentines Day because he had no idea what else to get you. But he immediately regretted the decision when you started calling it Joby. Started pressing it against your chest and lovingly humming, "Hmmm...love you, Joby..." as you settled in for the night. You were lucky he hadn't taken a pair of scissors to the stupid toy. Hadn't ripped it from your arms and made you remember who the real Joby was.

He held back because he knew that’s exactly what you wanted from him. He'd rather die than get on his knees and beg for your attention. So he played it cool. Scoffed the last night you’d pulled that stunt as he settled in on the couch, convinced that you’d come right out to him and ride him while he was half asleep.

But you absolutely didn’t do that. Instead, with blue balls and a broken heart, he drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up with a start. Heard something slam from his kitchen and pulled his blanket up closer around his chin. God, he hoped no one was breaking in. He wasn’t gonna die in his boxers.

Fortunately, Joby Taylor wouldn't be dying that morning. Unfortunately, he would find you packing away the things you'd left in his apartment. Blanket wrapped around his shoulder and rubbing his eyes, he found you opening his cupboards, plucking your things from the shelves, and throwing them in your bag.

Joby squinted at you through the bright sun streaming through his kitchen window. "What the fuck is going on?"

Closing the last cupboard with a bang, you glared at him and said sternly, "We're done, Joby."

He shook his head, "What?"

You only scoffed and stormed off back down the hallway towards the bedroom. Joby followed you lamely, gaze flitting around as you briskly packed away your things. He hadn't realized how much of your shit had become fixtures of his apartment. Your presence had become that natural to him.

That necklace you'd put on his bedside table before going to sleep? Gone. The pair of slippers you kept by the door? Gone. That one book on Egyptian pyramids that you swore you'd read someday? Gone. The extra sweatshirts and sweatpants you kept folded beside his own clothes in the dresser? Gone. Every piece of you was stuffed into the bulging bag hanging from your shoulder. You packed yourself away so fast that he was shocked at how empty the room was starting to look.

You were ranting about something. Something that he wasn't listening to at all. It was still way too early to process all that. But what he did process was that fucking bear. The fucking bear with that crooked smile, plastic nose, and plush red heart stitched in it's stupid fucking arms. Joby the fucking Bear.

Somehow, in your warpath, you hadn't noticed it. You hadn't seen the fucker, lying on it's back and hanging over the edge of the bed. Joby had enough sense to decide that he wasn't going to let you get away with that infuriating stand in for him. You weren't going to get the satisfaction of breaking his heart and keeping that token of his affection.

Quickly, while your back was turned, he swiped the thing onto the ground, using his blanket cape as cover. Then he kicked it under the bed; hidden from sight. Easy as pie. So easy that he smiled lazily when you looked at him one last time.

Your lip quivered as you stared at him. That stupid fucking look plastered across his face. Like he didn't care one bit that you were going.

You'd have to get over him. You should've known what you were getting yourself into when you entangled yourself with a rockstar. That greaseball never deserved to plague your thoughts at all hours of the day. You're too good for him. You reassured yourself as you straightened the strap on your bag and stood up straighter. 

"Goodbye, Joby."

It had been two weeks since you'd said those two words. Two weeks since Joby had taken Joby the Bear. On the bright side, with you gone, both Jobys got to enjoy his bed. Though Joby the Bear got the bottom bunk, also known as: the floor.

Real Joby laid awake almost all night, every night. He thought about throwing it out. Thought about burning it. He could always tear the fluff out and mount it on his wall. That's what men do to things they want to feel power over, right?

Either way, none of those options felt right. None of them channeled all of the things he felt. Tearing it apart with his bare hands would've felt nice. But only for a moment. Only until he would remember how you used to cradle it so carefully like it was a living creature. Then he'd wish it was him.

He reached a long arm over the edge of the bed one night and felt around for the bear. When he felt the fluffy fur, he pulled it out by the ankle and held it in front of him like it was a biohazard. As he huffed a defiant puff of air he realized...it still smelled like you. Like you'd been holding it minutes before and had only just dropped it to the floor. Like you were coming back for it any second now.

The real Joby held Joby the Bear to his chest and heaved a dry sob. You weren't coming back. You hadn't shown up or called or texted him once. No explanations or apologies or reconciliation. He hated the dead air.

As he stared into the bear's lifeless, black pits for eyes, he had a thought. If you wouldn't return for the real Joby...you'd probably come back for him.

The next morning, he buried his pride and called. Straight to voicemail. Of course.

You were almost surprised to find the message from Joby as soon as you got off of work and settled in your car. You weren't sure why you were expecting anything more from him. Joby wasn't the type to blow up your phone even when you were together. So why would he start giving a shit now?

His familiar indifferent tone came through the speaker, "Hey, uhhhh...I found your fuckin' bear this morning...I-I thought you might want it back...so go ahead and head on over whenever you want to...oh...yeah, it's uh, me. Joby. Bye."

As the message ended, you were grateful your muscles weren't strong enough to snap your phone in half. How had you gotten with a guy who was so stupid? So terrible at lying and...manipulative and...fucking stupid. You struggled for the exact words to describe him, but those were close enough.

"Oh, yeah, it's uh, me. Joby."  You mimicked his dorky voice to the mirror of your sun visor and scowled. Your hand made a fist on the steering wheel as you weighed out your options.

You could go over there and risk making a fool of yourself or you could ignore it. But the idea of ignoring it? Ignoring his neglect and indifference and letting him get away with giving you that fucking sleazy smirk right before you left? No. You weren't going to do that. No self respecting person who let it all go down the drain with that look from him.

Hand unclenching, you turned the keys in the ignition and your car hummed to life. You were going to go back to that pathetic, sad, little apartment of his. And you were going to make him regret his pitiful attempt to get you back.

Pulling up to the apartment complex and heading straight for his floor, you felt deadly. If he wanted what you were sure he wanted…he’d have no idea what was coming for him.

When you knocked, Joby ran a shaky hand through his hair. He’d put on that tight band shirt he knew you liked and layered his classic leather jacket over it. Maybe before the end of the night, you’d nuzzle your nose into the shoulder of it the way you would after he played a show. He said a prayer and shook the innocent memory, knowing the cross on the back of it wasn’t stopping the more sinful thoughts from pouring into his head.

Even after a long work day, you were gorgeous. If anything, he adored the look of exhaustion on you. It made him want to scoop you up and have you right there. But before a word could come out of his mouth, you waltz right past him, heading straight down the hall towards the bedroom.

Goddamn, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?

You stood at the foot of the bed you used to share with him, scanning the room. “Where is he?”

Joby chuckled and leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t say anything about him being in the bedroom.”

You stepped towards him. “That’s where I left him. So if you found him…this is where he should be. Right?”

“Well…you’ve already found this Joby. Why would you need another?”

“Because I don’t need a Joby that won’t…satisfy me.”

He scoffed, “What makes you think I won’t satisfy you?”

You went quiet. Joby only smirked, knowing his idea was working all too well. He made his way to his dresser and pulled the top drawer open. Out came Joby the Bear from his prison. This most definitely felt like a hostage situation as he held the bear out to you with an expression that alluded to a challenge. He was daring you to just walk away; to escape with your dignity.

You pursed your lips. Joby never had a hard time seeing straight through you. And he was so close that you had trouble meeting his gaze without feeling completely exposed.

He teased, “C’mon, princess. You don’t have to be afraid of me. Just take what you want and then go.”

Oh, you’d be taking, alright.

You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down so his mouth could collide with yours. His height had usually been a curse. He always made you get on your toes to kiss him. This time he folded so easily, letting you bite his bottom lip; a demand that he open his mouth and let your tongue in.

Joby whined, the tangy taste of copper seeping into his mouth as you took over his senses. His leather jacket hit the ground alongside the bear shortly after that.

You retreated too soon for his liking, yanking away and saying authoritatively, “Lay down, baby boy.”

His bones turned to jelly being called the name. He had no choice but to laugh goofily and utter a small, “okay,” before he followed your direction. As soon as his back hit the mattress, you were back on him, straddling his hips and tugging at the hem of his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it over his head.

You pinned his large hands above his head and studied the expanse of his lean chest. There was that stupid snake tattoo you knew all too well. The head hissed right underneath one of Joby’s sharp collarbones. On anyone else, it would’ve looked mortifying how the coiled creature twisted around his torso and led straight down into his boxers. But on his smooth, creamy pale skin…it rattled you. You almost salivated at the sight, remembering how he liked it when you kissed the snake’s head. How your tongue trailed down the inky scales until you got right to the snake’s other head. That was when you got to suck the venom right out of him.

That wouldn’t be happening. You banished the nostalgic idea and instead dragged your finger down the center of his chest. It rose and fell uncertainly at the little contact until you rested your hand on his belly. Your gaze snapped back to his.

The way you were greedily drinking him up had him hard enough already. If you wanted to hastily pull him out and give him a half hearted handjob, he would’ve accepted it. Anything, as long as you were touching him instead of just thinking of doing whatever was running through your pretty head.

Instead, you kissed him. Softer this time, soothing the sting of his partially split lip with your tongue. You lowered yourself a bit more. Allowed your hips to shift back and forth across his covered cock just to relieve a fraction of your pent up arousal. You groaned into his mouth, just barely feeling the outline of his cock.

That was when your mouth moved. Joby wanted to follow their addictive taste but allowed you to continue peppering wet kisses to his jaw. Down his neck, across his collarbone, and over the head of the snake tattoo, his eyes fluttered closed as you worked your magic on him. He always went a little numb in the brain when you showered him with affection. Couldn’t even put together the words that described his contentment. Could only breath steadily as he kept track of your lips movements and anticipated where they would eventually land. Your same old trail down the snake was so well known to him by now that he allowed himself a small smile.

Until you stopped abruptly about halfway down his torso.

He was almost confused until the warm flat of your tongue swirled around one of his nipples. The blood rushed straight to his cock and his breath quickened. Couldn’t help but listen in awe to the obscene slurp as you sucked on each of his nipples and swiped your thumb over the one your mouth wasn't paying attention to at the moment. Your glistening spit made it so much easier for you to stimulate the hardened buds. 

"Just fuck me. Please— please, just fuck me." Joby whined. He needed you to sink down on his fat cock. To hold onto him as you lurched on top of him. Wanted to watch your tits bounce as you rode him fast and hard. Needed to be overwhelmed with the walls of your cunt and fucked out on his mattress.

Your mouth detached from his nipple with a wet sound. "I appreciate your manners. But I don't think you deserve it yet."

"Fuck...don't tease me, baby." He groaned, "—need you. Need you so bad."

With a tilt of your head, you coo at him, "That's so sweet. But I've got to pay some attention to these tits, princess."

Breathy and dazed with want, he mumbled, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You've got such pretty little tits. It would be such a shame if I didn't mark them up." You put on a playful lilt. "Isn't that what you said last time?"

Joby still wasn’t getting it. Still bucked his hips to feel some friction. But you just lifted yourself up once again so he missed your clothed mound.

He cursed once and you laugh at how little it took to get him this antsy.

"C'mon. It hasn't been that long. I thought you’d miss me at least a little." You continued.

"I did miss you..." he groans in such a pathetic way that you can't help but grab his chin and angle his face down so he can stare directly at you through his half lidded, foggy gaze. Poor baby. All out of breath and half naked with nowhere to vent his arousal.

Your fingers stay planted on his jaw, "Then how could you forget the last time you fucked me? Or should I say…how you didn’t? I thought I could repay the favor, princess."

Princess. That silly little nickname was coming back to haunt him. A memory of him trailing his way down your body popped into his head. Him kneading and nipping at the flesh of your chest as you whined. You begged him then just as he did now.

I've got to pay attention to these tits, princess. He'd mocked your cries for more. Lightly swatted your thigh when you sobbed that he was being such an asshole. Watched the flesh jiggle at the impact and chuckled as the jolt of pain startled you. It had been so fun working you up. Practically bursting at the seams of his skinny jeans, Joby wasn’t having fun anymore.

“Remember what you had me do for you?” You asked innocently.

How could he forget? He’d never rid the feeling of your hand around his cock from his skin. Bit his bottom lip just imagining your thumb swiping over the throbbing head, spreading his pre and using it to jerk him off. Your hand was smaller than his own, fingers barely able to reach around his fat cock. Oh how he’d smiled at that; how he’d drooled on your panting chest while you had him in a vice grip. He could still remember the shine of his cum spurted out across your stomach. That salty taste on his tongue as he licked it up, staring directly in your eyes the whole way.

He had pretended he was going to get you off too as he ran his fingers down your slit over the soaked panties; those pastel pink ones that stained a deep primrose color when you were wet. Then he pulled those damned teasing digits away, patted your thigh and said, “I think that’s good enough for you tonight.”

That was how he’d landed himself on the couch two weeks before. And by extension, that’s how he found himself here, whimpering underneath you as you grabbed his hand and made him touch you over the crotch of your jeans.

“I’m sorry…fuck— please…just let me fuck you.”

“It’s not fun being teased, isn’t it? I think you need to prove yourself before I could let you do that again.”

Joby nodded furiously. If playing along with your little power moves was going to get him off, he'd have to keep his mouth shut.

You didn’t hesitate to put him to work. "Unbutton me, will you?"

Hands flying to the waist of your jeans, Joby did what he was told. You chuckled. He'd never been this obedient for you before, instead preferring to take control when it came to the bedroom.

Pushing your jeans down your thighs revealed a pair of underwear Joby recognized. Pastel pink. Dripping from the center. He swallowed down the lump in his throat at the pure mockery.

You bit the inside of your cheek watching the lust flicker in his eyes before encouraging him, "Go on. Do what you do best."

Inching his slender, veined hand closer, he slipped them down the elastic waistband. His fingers traveled further, feeling your pussy lips. God, you were wet. If his mind wasn't preoccupied with other goals, Joby would've felt a little self conscious that it was you teasing him that got you so roused.

But his focus was on his fingers. On hitting the right notes to make you sing for him. He’d always been grateful for how his long fingers allowed him to play guitar as effortlessly as he could. And the lovely little sounds he drew out of you were just as satisfying as if he’d played a sharp solo in Madison Square Garden. Not that he’d ever know what the latter would actually feel like. Probably because those lithe fingers of his had always been better off being used like this: sheathed deep inside your cunt as he fucked you with them hard.

You still braced yourself on the curve of his belly, breathing heavy and giggling through moans as Joby fucking Taylor squirmed below you.

Fucked out on his fingers and close to the edge, your eyes returned to him. Bottom lip pulled back by your teeth, it took everything not to kiss him again when he looked that good trying so hard for you.

His eyebrows were pinched together in concentration and his mouth was open. Any other night he would’ve told you to spit in it. Instead, he gasped as if he was the one being fucked. The sight almost made you cry.

“At least you’re good for something, hm?” You taunted him to regain power over your feelings for him. You weren’t doing this because you liked him. Because he certainly wasn’t doing this for that reason either. Joby all but confirmed that idea as he nodded again. 

He wasn't the man you loved. Just a slithering creature who wanted to get off. A creature with perfectly long fingers that curled into your cunt just right, hitting you deep and hard. Each stroke made pleasure coil up tightly inside you until it seemed to devour itself and send you into oblivion.

Throwing your head back, you tried not to feel too much guilt cumming on his hand. Especially not as he kept his fingers circling over your clit, carefully, working you through the jolting little waves that came after the biggest one. How dare he try to make you think he cared. He wasn't biting his abused lip for your sake, right? This was all a selfish act for him. You couldn't let him have that.

You pulled his hand out from where it was nestled. His fingers were shining in you.

Pushing the envelope a little further for the grand finale, you licked a long stripe up his index finger. One by one, you popped each of them in your mouth and sucked down on them, taking them so deep that you almost choked. The air hitched in his lungs hearing you gag on them. He'd done what he did best. Now it was his turn to get what was coming to him.

You removed the last digit from the promise of your warm, slick mouth and spoke, “I think that’s good enough for you tonight. Goodbye, Joby.”

In a flash, you were pulling your jeans back up and on your feet, bending momentarily to pick up Joby the Bear from the spot he'd fallen to in the midst of your hurried attack. Then you were rushing out of the bedroom and down the hall bar towards his front door.

Speeding to pull his shirt back on, Joby stumbled after you. Even after all the teasing and giggly sighs, he didn't think you'd abandon him.

Breathlessly, he said, "Wait, where are you going?"

You stopped at the door. For some reason, you couldn't make yourself turn the knob. The thought of leaving became unbearable. You turned to face him.

"I took what I wanted. We have nothing to say to each other anymore." You tried to keep your tone firm.

Joby caught up to where you stood. "Seems like there's actually a lot of things we need to say to each other. Like I said...I missed you..."

He became well aware of how much of a mess he probably looked at that moment with his dark hair disheveled as he panted tiredly. But he still needed this; needed you.

You laughed humorlessly, "I'd really appreciate it if you were honest for once, okay? I don't care if you just wanted to use me for sex. You don't have to make up some bullshit about your feelings. You can just tell me."

"But it isn't just about sex—"

"Then what was it about?" You paused, waiting for an answer before continuing, "Why else would you take my shit like a fucking child and then try and get in my pants the second I walked into that bedroom?"

Joby was silent. Squinted and eyes turned towards the floor as he sighed.

"Just tell me the truth. Or I'm gone. For good this time."

The truth was that Joby wasn't even sure what the truth was. He struggled to put it all together in a way that made any sense. In a way that would convince you.

He spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words, "I'm afraid t-t-that the only reason why you like me is for sex. So...it's the only thing I could think of offering."

You processed his words. Managed a tight lipped smile at the piece of vulnerability. "You offer a few other things."

Joby laughed under his breath, "Funny."

You gaze softened on him, "Seriously. When you're being a genuine guy to me...I like that." His sad, brown eyes met yours. "I just hate the Joby that sits there and watches me cuddle a stupid bear and doesn't do a thing about it."

"You didn't have to do that."

You threw up your hands in exasperation, "What else was I supposed to do? It's not like you're the most affectionate person ever."

"Y-y-you could've told me instead of fucking with me using that fucking bear."

As you rested back on the door and folded your arms, you let his words sink in. He was being reasonable. Though you still weren't sure if telling him would've made much of a difference in the first place...it's not like you'd let him really try.

"Maybe we both could use some work on communication." You concluded.

"Maybe..." Joby parroted you. He had to wring the tension from his hands before he asked, "You said you didn't care if I was just using for sex...are you sure you don't care?" And this time, he's glad to hear you scoff at him.

"Of course I care." You hoped it was the right time to say it. You didn't think you ever had, "I love you, you idiot."

Joby's head dipped as he smiled sadly and nodded, "I'll take that."

"You're supposed to say it back, ya know." You laughed, for real this time.

"Shit, sorry. I— I...love...you too."

He looked at you, still with that want in his eyes. That life that you'd never be able to get from Joby the bear, no matter how warm and cuddly he was. As charming as that bear was...he was a cheap replacement for the real thing: your Joby.

"Goddamnit," You felt tears prick at your lash line.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, just—" you took a deep breath and thought for a moment, "Wanna go back to the bedroom?"

Joby's eyes lit up instantly. Under all of his insecurities and doubts, he was still a simple man. "Fuck yeah."

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #for ellen #joby taylor for ellen #joby taylor #joby taylor x y/n #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[ferrocyan]

I'm so happy to see another wolreeq enjoyer! Do you have a favourite thing or detail about your wolreeq?

HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING I AM SO HAPPY TO MEET A FELLOW ENJOYER i most definitely have one favorite detail ;3 the most basic of which is that my wol and lue-reeq are similar in so many ways.

when i first met reeq in the story and he says that he's on this cardinal virtue hunt to become the greatest hunter of all time, i was immediately like oh, that's just like tart! bc my wol also initially set out as an adventurer and scion in order to become the greatest hero of eorzea, haha. she was really wrecked by the events of post-stormblood, and being transported to a new world presents a chance to start over, so meeting a guy who is just like how she was in the past really rekindled tart's adventuring spirit

they are both also really dumb. i was howling when reeq was like "heyyy bestie it just occurred to me i forgot to ask your name lol didn't we become best friends sooo fast?" like buddy. my man. he is so lucky to have met my wol, who after saving thancred from praetorium thought she should introduce herself to him. bc tart thought thancred had been possessed by lahabrea the entire time lmao. anyone else and reeq would be screwed

they are both prideful people, too. i can't say the biggest example bc i should be writing that for my fanfic (head in hands) but there's also how their pride blinds them to the perils of their quest. tart in being the warrior of light has gotten herself killed multiple times, but still charges ahead and acts as a hero out of pride. she was also completely unaware of how her fame would get her targeted by people like teledji. reeq is similar in how he sees himself capable of facing andreia alone, right? yeah there's that, but also

if you did the lvl 80 role quest before liberating eulmore from vauthry and ran'jit, there's a line of dialogue in the role quest which gets altered to reflect the msq progression

reeq is a skilled archer. he's been passionate at it since childhood, and he is good enough at it to successfully hunt dangerous beasts-turned-sin-eater on his own. he wants to be acknowledged with this skill, so he thought to be the greatest hunter of all time, by defeating the current greatest hunter of all time. but she's now been turned to an angel, and here in angel city the god-king of mankind has declared that angels are not to be killed or defeated. and reeq is somehow completely blindsided by this fact. he's 18, there's little possibility he remembers eulmore before vauthry became dictator... but what he definitely remembers are stories about how hunters were famous and admired. he lets his pride as a hunter blind him to the obvious outcome

these two jumped into their respective quests without thinking, only looking to the eventual outcome that they'd be famous. they're shallow, dumb, too prideful for their own good. they don't deserve to be the heroes. and yet out of sheer dumb luck, tart being hydaelyn's chosen one, reeq being born a male mystel allowing him to avoid being taken by andreia, they're the ones who succeed.

then again, despite their shallow reasoning, they do it all because they find out that this is their calling. reeq says at the end of their adventure that he's never felt more alive than when he's on this journey with tart. that was how tart felt when she joined the scions, too. they grow to have deeper motivations, reeq to uphold the warriors of light's legacy, and tart to support alphinaud's resolve. they find their passions and do their best to be proper heroes

that's not even everything but i'll stop here www i didn't set out to ship my wol with reeq because they're similar, but it ends up becoming one of my favorite things about them! i love finding (and making up) parallels so much. they're both just little guys who are so lame and kinda suck. but they get better wwww

anyway thanks again for your question, i love talking about wolreeq so much especially mine--actually i've made a post about what i love about wolreeq in general too. but i love mine more hehe (i made up a ship name for them: lighthunter) please talk to me about them some more, i am demonstrably so normal and hinged about wolreeq. also have pics

#wolreeq #lue-reeq #tart the wol #lighthunter #'say one thing about wolreeq' you have activated my trap card #come off anon pspspsps tell me about your wolreeq too i would love to know!!

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I feel like this is a growing side effect of fans being starved from Tails being the non-action tech guy for so long to where Forces caused a boiling point for so many, some are latching onto Nine or IDW in spite of it. (I argue Tails got drowned out often even back then when characters like Shadow, Silver, and Blaze were a huge talking point back in the 2000s. But still in good standing before Unleashed and Colors.)

While I'm glad the movie and Prime made Tails in general a big talking point again; more positively this time, I am mixed on it coming at the expense of his Modern self. MOSTH and Modern being playable again later in Frontiers is a start, but he's probably not going to really shake this off until he goes solo for a bit in a upfront way. (That, and having more interactions outside of Sonic to show off more of his character. Love their bond, don't love how fans treat it so one-sided when discussing it.)

Anon, you're probably right.

(Though I don't really see what is there to latch onto in idw, he doesn't really do much? I wouldn't even say his characterization is bad, it's just that he kinda. Exists around. I see people hype up idw Tails and I'm like. Wow no wonder people think he's boring and lame if this is what passes for good Tails representation)

The thing with Unleashed and Colors is interesting, because I feel like the characters who had good early portrayals (the aforementioned Blaze, Shadow and Silver) but hadn't appeared since are still remembered as competent and cool characters because this characterization is still fresh in people's minds even though it was so long ago, while due to Tails having more appearances he's more remembered for the more recent ones... (and probably there's a part of "Why can't my supercool fave be in this game, why is Tails here, he's lame!")

I feel there's also the thing that all of those characters had very... impressive introductions. No matter how bad the writing for Shadow gets people can go back to his introductory game and remember what he was invisioned to be as a character, etc.

But Tails's backstory is all in the manual. He even has a little character arc (seeing Sonic, becoming more optimistic and learning to fly/run fast enough to keep up with Sonic, meeting Sonic for the first time and following him into battle), and it's not only only in the manual, it happens before the events of the game itself. Even Knuckles has more of a character arc/involvement in his introductory game plot. (This is how we ended up with early adaptations where Tails thinks that math is yucky and hard despite canon Tails literally being an engineer) Tails just. Doesn't get to make the same impression, and never will, because he's a 30+ old character and that ship has sailed. (And it's ironic to see how people latched onto Nine since he's technically having the same arc, it's just like you know... Show, don't tell. It really works. (And also he's angsty, that helps too))

Yeah... I love people being excited about versions of Tails from adaptations, but it really brings me down when people use them to talk shit about mainline Tails. You know what this reminds me of? When there's a new Scooby Doo adaptation and everyone is like "Finally they fixed Daphne so she's competent and isn't a damsel in distress anymore". And it's like. Do you know anything about Daphne. And. Why are you giving credit to the adaptation for doing something that has always been a thing?

I'm not expecting Frontiers to break through Tails's public image either, but I hope he at least has an enjoyable gameplay so people could be like "Wow that was fun! I wish Sega would make even more games where you could play as Tails!" :3c And then maybe we could get this "solo adventure".

(Though the way it's worded in Frontiers it's more of a "Tails is going to the mountains to train" than "Tails is becoming a solo operation". Like he clearly just wants to get "stronger"(in a broad sense of the word. Though personally I think what he actually needs is to stop basing his self worth on his usefulness and Sonic's opinions. Ironically if he was more like Sonic in this way he would be happier) and is expecting to get back to Sonic at some point. I could live with this though, I don't mind it at all as long as he's actually treated as Sonic's partner afterwards rather than a cute accessory that Sonic talks to so he doesn't look weird talking to the broken robots.)

I love tmosth! Ian Sr is such a good writer, honestly I don't know about his abilities to write a cool adventure plot, but he has the character voices nailed down! (Except for maybe kleptomania jokes with Rouge) But Tails was so good! He was basically a co-protag with Barry (they had a very cute dynamic), we saw him interacting with other characters who aren't Sonic (honestly he and Sonic barely interact with each other there at all), he took charge of the investigation and got to show off his smarts beyond "I fix this broken thing like it's magic"(Though he did that as well!), and he was still shown to be insecure and childish at times, it's just *clenches fist* so good.

Sorry had to take a break to gush, this post was becoming too negative ahaha. Ok back to it.

The Unbreakable Bond thing. Yeah... I also love their relationship, but the fact that Tails doesn't really have developed relationships with the rest of the cast makes him feel very isolated and like his life revolves around Sonic. Even Amy and Knuckles, whose most developed relationships are with Sonic as well, have other characters that they interact with without Sonic being involved, (or at least used to interact with), like Rouge or Cream. Who does Tails have? Professor Pickle? Barry? Please. Tails is getting suffocated by the soulmate bond.

(And I don't love to criticize how other fans engage with the franchise because I also have my silly headcanons and interpretations. Like. I literally hc Tails as nonbinary which he isn't, in canon, as far as I'm aware. But. Yeah sometimes it feels like people are more into the idea of Sonic having a little brother that he can dote on. Rather than, you know. Sonic & Tails's actual relationship. Like I literally saw someone say (genuinely as far as I could guess) "Sonic sacrificed so much to raise Tails" and like. Ok. It's time to step back a little and look at the actual canon content. Sonic didn't even know where Tails's house was in sa1, what exactly is he sacrificing with such attentive parenting I wonder. But I do also love cute brotherly bonding stuff so. (One of the reasons why I love aosth so much, though there are other reasons as well. Also while I'm complaining, nobody understands the "Mom, Dad and the Picket Fence" thing.))

Sorry if this post got a big edgy at times, sometimes I start going and slip into it a little bit, even though I'm generally trying not to complain too much about the stuff I don't like and instead focus on the things I do.

#tails #project.txt #project.ask #tails the fox #miles tails prower #negativity #rant #idw critical #<- again I'm not really criticizing anything but I feel like I got a little mean so just in case #long post #also... I'm really hoping we could get Sage and Tails as rivals later on #especially looking at the japanese adaptation of frontiers. i feel like there are things they could have in common but have different #stances on and it could really help to flesh out and develop both of them as characters especially if tails does stick with #his character development from the game

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okay I just rewatched the first 2 episodes of saint tail and like. I was expecting it to be, you know, kinda shitty, BUT it was better than I expected. While there was a lot of suspension of disbelief, once you get over the fact she can basically jump from building to building as fast as a car can drive, the plot points are actually kind of good?

Like Saint Tail didn't start off sending challenges to Asuka Jr. but he managed to end up in the same place as her during the first episode because he figured out that the rich mansions in the area were getting targetted and this was the only place that hadn't been hit yet... (even though it wasn't even Saint Tail stealing the things.)

And like. even for each individual episode the plot was more complex than I remembered. In the first episode, a jewel appraiser deliberately misappriased two jewels, declaring the real a fake and the fake to be real, giving the fake to the owner and buying the real one at a bargain price. However, he begins to feel guilty about it, and so Saint Tail's job is to switch the two jewels. But then this is just a small part of the big picture, which is that the owner had been selling jewels to other rich people and then sent someone to steal it back, so they could sell it again. And I just wasn't expecting that kind of complexity in a 20 minute episode, I guess!

It's hard to explain in a paragraph, but the pacing of it was quite good and there was no confusion at all with regards to what was going on at the time. which. well. the pacing in the recent g-witch episodes left me kind of cranky so this was really nice.

The plot of the second episode was likewise quite interesting— Meimi sends Asuka Jr. a challenge... which is like. weird and sus you know. why would she do that. and people conclude that ohhh they must be in cahoots which is a really lovely plot development because yeah that is weird. and I think these two episodes set up a really lovely dynamic between Asuka Jr and St. Tail, where I guess it's a type of tsundere, but Asuka insists that St. Tail is a criminal at school, but when cornering the jewel resellers he tells them that St. Tail never engages in petty crime for no reason... where you find out like ohh he actually respects her and what she's doing after all.

And so the second episode I think really cements that in? Like obviously Meimi has to steal the tiara that she was going to steal anyways, BUT if she stole it from behind the minute hand of the clock, they would know Asuka Jr. isn't a collaborator, since he fully believes the tiara is behind the hour hand, and thus clears his name... but of course she's not doing it to help him. no way. and when she's trying to make her getaway and the tiara's wrongful owner tries to pop her balloon with a knife Asuka knocks it out of his hand. but like he's not trying to help her either okay don't get him wrong. you know?

anyways just coming from the magic kaito vibes I do think I enjoy saint tail more... like MK was great but when asuka jr was like "dad since you're so lame you can't catch saint tail I'M gonna do it for you!!!" and his dad was like "girl what? I have better things to do than wait around for saint tail every day boy. what do you think the police does." and it's like. i dunno. you'd expect gosho to not lean into the "we are mobilizing hundreds of policemen for a single heist" kinda thing since he's you know. the detective conan guy. and yet he does. so whatever right

I also think this sort of came before the tsundere craze of the... like... 2010s? and so I feel like this flavor of tsundere is a lot more tolerable to me. Like YES they're like "hmph. I'm NOT doing it because of them!" but like. meimi kinda does it in her own time off the clock and while she's saint tail she's like. i dunno. professional about it you know? like okay maybe she's a tsundere but the commitment to the bit (Catholic magical girl) is more important on the job you know. and the tsundere trope never got as like. flanderized in male characters as it did in the female ones so whatever Asuka Jr is doing doesn't bother me that much either

anyways we'll see. I watched this anime as a kid and was just curious about how it aged. I will say that it's significantly more normal about Catholicism than the manga though, for better or worse. It's better because it's more normal, but also I do think there's an irreplaceable sense of comedy of Asuka Jr. saying shit like

hello. the whole lot of you are sinners. it's a crime against god. hello. where's my anime with him going 'I have the power of god AND anime on my side'

#kaitou saint tail #saint tail #just thinking thoughts...