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olderthannetfic · 5 months

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You've encountered site changes over time as a fan elder, what do you make of Tumblr potentially being put out to pasture? Tumblr was my coming of age fan site, and im looking for advice to transition to the next thing with grace and less bitterness than I feel now.

Ahaha. God, you should have heard the howling about LJ. "Fandom is over!" "Never again shall we dwell in fandom's True Home!" etc.

Hell, this endless "only LJ was good" crap turns up in replies here on posts where I as OP have very clearly laid out why that's rose colored glasses nonsense and you can so make friends on tumblr, have a conversation on tumblr, etc.

I had my crabby phase about this during the transition from Yahoo Groups to LJ. A lot of the real olds had it over paper zines and the transition to the internet.

I don't know if reading these hilariously samey old posts would help. It does give perspective, I think.

As for what you should do, do what I did with Tumblr:

Look around to identify the Next Thing fandom is going to camp out on.

It may take a few guesses and some time to figure this out. You will likely not be an early adopter. Fandom was well established here by the time I joined at the end of 2010. Of course, by now, all those 2009 and before accounts are long gone, but at the time, I was a n00b joining other people's space despite having been in fandom for ages.

Don't expect to enjoy it

I didn't join tumblr because I liked it. In fact, I despised it. I kept right on despising it until a brief stint in Sherlock fandom, a fandom that was so active here at the time that I was able to finally see the good aspects of the site's structure and features.

This is the mistake a lot of people make. They give things a cursory try, don't enjoy them, and go "not for me", forgetting that the last site also had a steep learning curve that was either difficult or that they didn't notice because they were in a different phase of their life.

Bitterness and grief are, frankly, an inherent part of the process. You can try not to be a debbie downer in your public comments, but you can't just not feel those things during the awkward part of the transition. Sometimes, acting positive and cutting off excessively negative thoughts can make you feel less negative overall, but it doesn't happen immediately.

Accept that feeling cranky and old is both a you problem and a state of mind, not a property of the new site

Relatedly, the way we remember fandom platform X feeling usually has more to do with us being in college with fandom friends down the hall or having discovered Our People for the first time or some other time when we had a lot of energy and positive emotions. Often, we were in the throes of a first or new fandom love too, probably for some megafandom that other people also cared about at the same time.

When fandom is leaving some site, there's a grieving process anyway, but we're also often in a worse part of our lives for starting new things. We're busy. We're tired. We're between fandoms. We feel like we already paid our dues to build up our community. Why should we have to start again?

But let me tell you, you always need to start again eventually. I go to a weekly vidders' zoom chat, and a lot of the people in there are old as balls, including Kandy, the person who invented vidding back in the 70s. She's a lot of decades and a few cancers in, and she had to relearn how to vid on a computer after transitioning from slideshows to VCR vidding back in the day. If bad health, platform changes, and dead friends were going to stop her, she'd be long gone.

It's like sharks: you stop swimming, you die.

This isn't just about fandom, obviously. It's about avoiding a midlife crisis and, later, about avoiding feeling emotionally geriatric even when your body is falling apart.

Change gets us all, but being mentally old is a choice. The real reason I gave tumblr such a try was that I had been so resistant to getting on LJ. I was 20. Even a year later, it was fucking embarrassing to have been a crotchety old hag as a college student. I promised myself I'd soldier through the next change instead of dragging my feet about it. And it totally worked in the end! But boy did it not make the transition any less unpleasant emotionally!

Find your joy

As is obvious from the above, the vast majority of the problem is just emotions. Fandom has been on a million broken sites with shitty features. We go where the people are, regardless of whether it has the technological aspects we liked at the last place. The actual shape of that platform is largely irrelevant.

What does matter is whether we as an individual fan are still excited and happy about something. I was between fandoms recently and went looking around for BL series I hadn't watched yet. People kept suggesting things set in the present day with too-cheesy production values and too many banal schoolboys in modern day settings without even anything spicy going on. I realized that the BL/danmei scene wasn't really cutting it for me and I should go for production values and genre and non-canon ships. You probably scrolled annoyedly past the picspams that resulted.

(Of course, hilariously, someone has now shown me the trailer of Red Peafowl, so someone may be making BL that feels like it's for me after all. Look at all that badwrong and very dark color grading.)

When you're in a good place emotionally, it's a hell of a lot easier to weather any change, and when you have a new fandom, it's a lot easier to connect with other fans.

A lot of people wait around for lightning to strike twice. They found their first fandom by accident, and they expect it to happen seamlessly again. For me, it's far more productive to brute force it: collect up a big list of what's popular or what's new and go through it till you find things you might like, then try them all.

And part of this, obviously, is not waiting for other fans to make the party happen. The more you need to join something other people are already doing, the less choice you'll have in fandoms or in platforms. If you aren't picky and just go where the tropey longfic is, that can work, but even then, favorite authors disappear or go to fandoms you hate and former megafandoms dry up. If you're the one bringing the party, it's a lot easier to find a new fandom or platform or community to have fun in.

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ashstfu · 13 days

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hello ash. I want some tips on being disciplined.

im a student in my senior year of high schl and am preparing for a national level exam. I keep getting distracted when I'm studying and fall asleep at night feeling guilty for having achieved nothing throughout the day. all my classmates are wayyyyy ahead of me and I know I am more potent than them but I simply can't concentrate and be disciplined like them. any tips? ik you're a stem major yourself so you must have the advice I seek

thanks! xoxo

hi the only advice i have for you is to fucking study. put in some work. this is not a game. this is your fucking future. put in the hours, study, and become the best version of yourself. those hours you spent on social media? what did they ever get you other than headaches, low self esteem, dark eye circles. you won’t be doing tiktok dances or making pinterest boards in the examination hall. plus you can sleep in the coffin. stop taking this lightly. you owe it to yourself to be consistent, disciplined & focused.

being a stem major is so not easy. minimize ur distractions, identify what distracts you the most while studying and try to avoid those things. this might mean studying in a quiet place, using website blockers or apps to limit social media usage, or finding a study buddy to keep you accountable.

establish a study schedule and stick to it as much as possible!!!!!! set aside specific times for studying, breaks, and relaxation.

set achievable goals. this could be completing a certain number of practice questions, reviewing specific chapters, or mastering a particular concept. and reward yourself for the progress made! no matter how small. treat yourself to something you enjoy after completing a study session :) remember, everyone has their own pace and methods of studying. don’t compare yourself to your classmates or feel guilty for not studying in the same way as them, just stick to ur plans and NO MORE FUCKING PROCRASTINATING! bye love u <3

#ask

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agaypanic · 5 months

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Headcannons on being the Davenports bestfriend 💗

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A/N: this is probably asking for being best friends with all of them at the same time, but i’m gonna do individual headcanons. also even tho it says davenport, im also adding leo (i know he’s technically a davenport but idk i dont see him as a davenport i see him as a dooley)

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Adam

You always enable and encourage his silly ideas

Which his family doesn’t like much

But you and Adam have fun, so you don’t care much

You help him with his homework a bunch

He doesn’t like asking Chase for help bc he makes him feel really dumb

Your favorite activity is probably going to the zoo bc he loves all the animals

You peeked through the front door of the Davenport’s house. When the coast was clear, you opened the door wider and waved for Adam to come in. How he was gonna hide this when his family saw, you didn’t know.

“What is that?” Leo’s sudden voice made the two of you jump. He had come from down the hall, and was staring at you with an incredulous look and pointed finger.

“Lunch,” Adam answered, pointing at the bag of food in your hand. Leo rolled his eyes, furiously trying to make where he was pointing more obvious.

“No, that!”

You and Adam looked at the alpaca that Leo was pointing to, knowing you were unable to avoid it any longer.

“Oh my gosh, how did that get there?” You asked dumbly, as if you didn’t help Adam break it out of the zoo and bring it home.

“This is definitely the first time I’ve seen this,” Adam said in a faux shocked tone, petting the alpaca’s head. “But since it’s here, we can keep it, right?”

Bree

You guys become extremely close extremely fast

Being surrounded by guys all her life, you’re very refreshing to be around

The two of you love to gossip

About who’s with whom, her siblings’ antics, everything and nothing

You guys like going to the mall to shop, eat, and catch up

Even though you hang out literally every day

“Oh my gosh, did I tell you what happened with my brothers this week?” Bree asked as she looked through a rack of shirts.

“You probably have, but tell me anyway.” You laugh, looking at the clothes with her.

“So Leo likes this girl, right? And Chase comes up with some plan to get her to fall for him- oh, this is cute. Well, anyways, it completely backfires, and she ends up going after Adam.”

“No.” You gasped.

“Yes! And that’s not even the craziest part.” Bree took something off the rack and held it up to you, wanting your opinion. You nodded furiously at the sight, and she grinned, adding it to the try-on pile of clothes she was carrying. “So Chase tells Leo that he’ll talk to the girl for him, and guess what.”

“What? Does she start liking Chase?” You ask jokingly. Bree raised her eyebrows at you and pursed her lips, signaling you were correct. “No!”

“Yes!”

Chase

Yall are that duo at school

Smart, sassy, and pretty

You guys sign up for extracurriculars like science fair and debate club together

Even though he’s literally the smartest man in the world, he likes having you go over his work

Very occasionally, he’ll miss a detail, and you’ll point it out

But he mainly just likes the validation

But you also never hesitate to put him in his place when needed

“Hey, can you read this over for me?” Chase asked as he handed you his laptop. You decided to come over to watch a movie when he suddenly remembered he needed to revise one of his papers for a class.

Pausing the TV, you set the computer on your lap and read the essay. You didn’t comment until you were finished, handing the laptop back to Chase.

“Pretty good.” You said, playing the movie again.

“I knew it.” Chase gloated, reclining on the couch next to you. “Perks of being the smartest guy ever.”

“Yeah, well, you also misspelled ‘and,’ genius.” You laughed as you watched him scramble for his computer, looking through every word to find the mistake. “Perks of not knowing how to type, I guess.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, fixing the error and crossing his arms with a pout.

Leo

The blind leading the blind

You encourage all of his delusions, mainly because you think it’s funny

You two are a comedic duo tbh

You guys bounce off each other really well

Before the bionic trio, you always defended Leo from bullies

You still do sometimes

Leo was currently talking your ear off about his current crush, some girl named Danielle. This was part of your guys’ routine. He’d tell you about someone he liked, you’d tell him that the two of them were meant to be, something would go wrong, you’d laugh about it, and then Leo would find someone new the next week.

“We’re so close to being boyfriend and girlfriend; I can feel it!” He said excitedly.

“Oh yeah.” You nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. “I know that if I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to be my human footstool because it’s what I deserve.”

“Exactly! You’re like the only one who gets it.”

“Ooh, there she is now.” You said, looking over his shoulder to see his girl of the week at her locker. “She came into the same hallway you’re in, so she clearly wants to see you. You should go talk to her.”

“Really?” Leo asked, slowly standing up. You nodded and pushed him in Danielle’s direction, waiting for everything to unfold.

Leo somehow found the courage to talk to Danielle, but it was a pretty short conversation. When she walked away, she looked at him from over her shoulder and said goodbye.

“See you later, Lenny!”

The name made you bust out laughing, almost weak in the knees to stand up and go over to the now somewhat sad boy.

“Better luck next time, Lenny.” You said, patting his shoulder and laughing some more.

#agaypanic #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport #bree davenport #bree davenport x reader #adam davenport x reader #adam davenport #leo dooley x reader #leo dooley #lab rats x reader #lab rats

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2cutie · 3 months

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Since you're opening requests, bi han x fem reader truama bonding over their daddy issues😁

anon, why must you call me out like this? im not saying bi-han could fix my daddy issues, i'm just saying he's very pretty & would probably make them worse. i'd still tap it.

Your relationship, if you could call it one, to your father was strained. Connection was minimal; you were left with an absence in your heart. In your upbringing, you had been brought into the Lin Kuei for being a potentially successful warrior. You were brought in relatively young, so you had mostly grown up with Bi-Han and his brothers.

But after time, the future grandmaster and you had an upspoken bond that you didn't share with others. You two never spoke much about it, but the parallel connection was there. You knew his father for a long enough time before his death to see how alike it was to your own, and the strain he put on Bi-Han. His life seemed akin to yours, specifically with how yours had molded you.

The past trauma you constantly buried down was weighing on you. So you sat alone in one of the gardens of the temple, where you knew minimal people visited. You were in your thoughts, your memories and past, and allowing yourself to wallow solemn. It was your own form of growth.

Bi-Han had been wondering the halls. His mind was rampant with alike thoughts and couldn't focus on his work. He's no better at healthily dealing with emotions, so instead of trying to manage and work through them, he decided to walk and let the thoughts drift off naturally.

He ended up passing through the gardens and saw you there, sitting on the bench. He didn't pay much mind at first, instead quickening his pace since he wanted minimal interaction in his avoidant state.

But you weren't moving. Barely blinking. You were typically a bit more on the hyperactive side. He wasn't used to such a… phlegmatic stance from you.

The more he looked, the more he saw the barely-there glaze in your eyes.

Bi-Han may not have the greatest grip on emotions but he could identify them in another person. He found himself approaching you. He eventually sat beside you, though you didn't seem to notice right away.

You didn't state anything, but he seemed to know where your thoughts were,; as if yours and his mind were intertwining. It's like he heard your unbridled emotions you never spoke to, ones he knew. It gave him a reason to sit and reflect.

As he stayed, he looked to you. He thought to the past you shared. About how much had changed, and how much older you were now. It was something he never took the time to think about, but your silence was so off-kilter that it made you seem too old. Too hurt and scarred for your age. He never would admit that he preferred your normal persona to this absent visage of you.

But mostly, he didn't want you to be like him. To become what he was, vacant and distant; the byproduct of his father's teachings. It didn't suit you.

Your eyes blinked then, like you heard his rampant thought. A gleam shone in them, even if it was faint. You moved for the first in quite some time. You met each other's eyes and there was an understanding there. As if your eyes could speak the memories that haunted you, as if they were displaying each of your younger selves that you both hid away, and still hid deep inside that stayed sheltered.

Your thoughts were between your father and life before the Lin Kuei. You had never even found solace in Bi-Han's father, either. There was a mutual estranged relationships there.

But the reciprocal bond had subjected you both to an understanding of the other. He could speak with his eyes and you could speak with yours, with no need for words. There would be no need to display emotions you both hid. The volumes your eyes spoke were parallel to each other's suffering. You were in sync to each other without having your problems being exactly the same.

You saw how Bi-Han never accepted his father's teachings. How he grew indifferent to them, and seemed outcasted by his father. It was why he wanted to break tradition, and it seemed only you had noticed that. Only you respected that. And that brought solace to him; a peace he could not find in anyone else.

You then moved closer to him, just a bit. Just until both of your arms would press against each other. It was ever subtle, but it was an evident sign of trust. Of comfort. For both you and him.

Bi-Han's eyes would follow the movement. It was a simple gesture, but it resonated within him. He was devoid to expression, but even he could be affected by such a simple gesticulation. And yours were one he could never deny. One he could feel at ease with.

It was a elusive display that you both cared for each other, just not in an expressive way.

He would stay with you then, until you felt better. Until you gained yourself again, or even just a small fragment. He didn't care how long it would take. There weren't many words to say, even less that needed to be spoken.

You stayed alone in the garden together, in each other's mutual comfort of each other and that was enough for the both of you. To be vulnerable with each other yet still maintain a front. You both saw past each other's exterior. You were one of the same.

#mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han #sub zero x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #i hope this reads well because i started typing too much to try to be poetic but it may be a mouthful lol #my art

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 25 days

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Aita for blocking a friend on instinct? So i (f16) have this friend, (m16) we can call him D, who i've been friends with since kindergarten.

About a year ago, i started growing very close to D through our friend group's dnd campaign we held every friday. I knew him for a long time but that was the first time we had started hanging out out of school. We were talking on snapchat every night just chatting and after a while he started to send much more... revealing snaps. Just his bare shoulders but like without a shirt. He said it was because he had to let his medication for his back dry. I was a little uncomfortable, but we were friends so i didnt think that it would escalate into anything weird.

After about a month, D starts sending snaps in a towel and pictures of his chest which made me very uncomfortable. I kind of let the chatting die down after that because it was the only way i could think of that would be enough to gently let him down easy (i was wrong). I stopped going to the hangouts with that group and kind of distanced myself because how uncomfortable D made me. This only made D try harder to get my attention.

I was still friends with the others in the group so i would often have one-on-one hangouts with the others and watch tv. One thing we watched was Miraculous and we laughed and joked about it all the time. D overheard us or something and went home and binge watched the entire series in a week. Then everytime i ate lunch with that friend group, D would always make direct references to Miraculous or sing the theme song really loud. This wasnt once a day, D would make miraculous references every single minute. He became obsessed with the show (which, for reference of how weird it was, D is a very religious Christian boy. He gets upset if he gets an A- and never drinks caffeine (no problem with any of those things but just understand that kind of guy being deep within the fandom of Miraculous out of all shows 😭)). It was so bad, and it once again was making me very uncomfortable.

Eventually, it got to an insufferable point where D changed his route to go home and made sure to pass me every day after school and wave. I started avoiding him in the halls, he would always ask obscure questions that werent that important. I couldn't understand why he couldn't get that i didnt want to be friends with him anymore so i set boundaries.

A text i sent to D: i apologize if i ever caused any misunderstanding, but i would like to make it clear that im not romantically interested in you. i can see that you have been trying to grow closer, but i dont feel the same way. i don't appreciate being followed around, and i dont like when people force themselves to like the same things i like. its not attractive to be a copy of someone. i enjoy being your friend but it's difficult to disregard these things. if im being totally honest, when you do things like this, it makes me really uncomfortable and borderline creeped out. i know crushes wont disappear overnight but i would appreciate more space. if youre looking for a girlfriend, this isnt the right person, nor the right way to get it. and i wont tell anyone about this so dont worry about word spreading or anything. thank you

D's response: Oh, I'm so sorry I made you think that! I don't have a crush on you, I just noticed how you don't hang out with our friend group as often and I just wanted to make sure that I was being as nice as possible to make sure you weren't mad at us or anything. I did start to think that maybe me trying all that made me seem clingy or annoying, so I'm really sorry for all of that. Thanks for bringing this to my attention, I'll try to do better now!

This didnt sit right with me because after all of that i cannot fathom how that translates to "i wanted to include you". This made me question a lot about the situation.

Reasons i feel like i MBTA: i'm over thinking things and D could be a genuinely a nice person. Its hard for me to read the room and i need to work on that and probably apologize to D.

Reasons i feel like i MNBTA: i should trust my instincts rather than ignore them. I've had a psychological abuser in my family before and the situation could be a stalker behavior that i've learned is not ok to have.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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l0starl · 5 months

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𝐁𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 iii

-𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙄’𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

‼️𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 3 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲‼️

this the last part anyways 😋

PART 1 , and part 2 is linked in part 1

this took so long because I ran out of ideas IM SORRY-

I used Spanishdict so correct me if some stuff are wrong

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 to lovers?????

sᴏɴɢ: ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ (ғᴇᴀᴛ. ᴋᴀᴀsʜ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ)

ʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ 🌚

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Warnings: Cursing i guess 😶, mention of guns

The smoke filled the room as you saw the neon purple lights illuminating the room…

Prowler?

You feel your hands being untied from the chair, another prowler comes in, guessing the original one..

After the prowler unties you, he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack and proceeds to leave, you would argue, but you don’t have the energy for that right now..

“Why you always gotta drag someone in your shenanigans” you heard the original prowler speak

“I ain’t drag em, they’ll be fine” prowler responded as she carried you like a sack of potatoes.

You could barely speak so you stayed silent and watched them argue, it was honestly so irritating, their argument was stopped abruptly from another explosion was heard nearby inside the building.

“There they are! Get them!!” One of the men yelled as they started to fire their guns

Bullets echoed through the room, your ears start to ring.

“Damn it we gotta go!” The prowler shouts

Bullets flew through the room, they quickly made a run for it.

“STOP THEM” the man yelled as shots continued to fire.

They run down the hall, sprinting for the stairs, gunshots echo throughout the building.

After they outrun the guards they make it to the rooftop, it seems your at the old alchemax building, the roof looks a bit run down but overall it looks stable

“Where the hell are we goin-“ you spoke but the prowler cut you off.

”Cállate, “shut up” we’re taking you home” the prowler spoke

“Alright damn! Don’t gotta cut me off” you muttered

“no eres hábil” “you’re not slick” he snickered.

You scoffed in response, but something about the prowler’s voice seemed familiar, you couldn’t quite figure it out. But whatever it was, you’ll figure it out eventually.

Soon after they dropped you home, this is a night to remember since you literally got kidnapped….but at least your home now and safe!……..right?

The next day at school the news spread like wildfire, left and right kids were asking “How was it like” “Did ya get to see the prowler’s face” Honestly these questions were getting irritating.

You spent most of the day avoiding people, but one person always managed to find you..

Miles

“Heard the prowler saved ya” Miles mocked

“Not now miles! I don’t need your bullshit” you retorted

“Don’t get so pissed off” he sneered

You scoffed completely ignoring him, though….

How did the prowler know where you were?

You went to class avoiding anyone who asked questions about it. It was pretty annoying but you just had to learn to deal with it for now.

You quickly sat down, not bothering to look in miles direction, but he always found a way to annoy you.

you were losing your mind, miles hasn’t stopped, neither had his determination. He seemed so eager to piss you off and all you do is stare coldly as you try to ignore him every time.

“How do I have all my classes with this guy” You grumbled to yourself in frustration as you stare at the clock, watching and waiting for class to end

Tick - Tok - Tick - Tock…..

each minute goes by slower and slower, you weren’t paying attention to class at all, that is until the teacher called on you…

“Pay attention!” The teacher scolded

You grumbled but cooperated at least, 30 minutes later class ended. You were walking to your next class, since miles literally has the same schedule as you, he took pride in annoying you as much as possible, sure you guys could make up, but why would you? All for a stupid sketchbook, maybe you’ll think about it.

“Geez miles you could always be nice enough to give me a break” you groaned as miles walked behind you

“Nah, you’ll be fine ma” he smirked

You rolled your eyes, as you walked into Spanish class right alongside miles.

“tú ambos eres tarde “you both are late” “ The teacher scolded, as she gestured you to both sit down.

You both took a seat, the room was awkwardly quiet, it’s not the first time it’s been like this. Ever since the start of the school year, it’s always been so quiet, what makes it worse is that the a/c barely works!!

“You good ma?” Miles glanced in your direction

“yeah I’m good, just hot in here” you groaned

He chuckled in response, for the rest of the class period you layed your head down on your desk as you slept for the remainder of the session. Thank god this was the last period for today, you were planning to just stay in bed, but then you remembered that moment with the prowler…

How does he know where you live?

Maybe it’s just a coincidence?

Does he know I saw?

What about yesterday, how did he know where I was?

did he know it was gonna happen?

Questions spiraled in your head constantly, it’s not like he would answer them himself, but one question stood out from the rest, something that jus might be right in our faces…

Why does he remind me someone?

After the bell rang you left the class immediately, not wanting to handle miles shenanigans, but he probably has a feeling what your silence has been about…

You ran to your bus stop just in time before the bus leaves, you sat near the window seat and sighed of relief, lately, the crime in the city has been skyrocketing, the sinister six cartel have been more active at night, and the prowler hasn’t been able to keep up much, but at least he still tries..

The city is becoming more dangerous every single day, more people are going missing, or found dead somewhere….

You look out the window examining your surroundings, some of the city hasn’t been affected by it, but good things don’t ever last that long….

The bus came to a stop, you walked the rest of the way home with thoughts swirling through your mind…

Later that night their was a knock at your window, which doesn’t make sense since your on the second floor? You look out your window and there he was

“Prowler?!?! What the hell are you doing-“ you spoke

he covered your mouth with a irritated look, as he came inside he spoke with a distorted voice, maybe from the mask?

“I need to speak to you about something important” he responded

Few hours earlier with miles

“MILES! You actually wanna tell them that?” Uncle Aaron spoke annoyed

“Yeah, it won’t be much of a problem, what’s the worse that can happen hm?” Miles responded

“Alright man, but if something happens it’s all on you, I won’t be able to help you at all” Uncle Aaron retorted in a serious tone

He nodded as he suited up and headed towards the building near your house…

Now the present

“Then tell me what you gotta say!” You responded impatiently

He chuckled as he removed his mask, his braids fall over his shoulders

“Hey ma, surprised to see me?” Miles had a smug grin on his face

You were taken aback by this sudden news, that’s why the prowlers voice sounded so familiar! You would have never guessed it was miles…

“So your the prowler huh? And why do you have the need to tell me?” She responded confused

“Yk, I just felt like it, plus I take great pride in annoying you, plus I get to drop by and annoy you even more” he snickered as he ruffled your hair.

You groaned smacking his hand away

“Is this about the sketchbook?! If it is can we put that behind us now?” You replied

“Hm, maybe, but only if you apologize” he responded

“For what?! You should’ve just done the project in the first pla-“ you retorted

“Apologize, we wouldn’t have a problem in the first place if ya didn’t snatch it” he responded amused but slightly annoyed

“Fine I apologize, can we finally put this behind us now?” You said with a irritated voice

“Yep, I guess you can say we’re friends now” He smirked

“No, just acquaintances“ you cut him off

“Friends it is” he says, completely ignoring your answer

You both ended up sharing mutual interests, you both grew to become best friends…..

Maybe even more…..

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hello-kuni · 2 years

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𝚸𝐑𝚶𝐌𝚰𝐒𝚬 𝚰𝚴 𝐇𝚬𝐋𝐋

♱ — starring : toji fushiguro

♱ — collection : kinktober masterlist

♱ — synopsis : his on-again off-again nature can be so tiring, but every time he shows up your door can't help cut let him in. things take a heated turn after a painful confrontation.

♱ — length : 4.5k

♱ — warnings : 18+ mdni, f!reader, angst, size kink, dacryphilia, minor cnc, fingering, tit sucking, one instance of sir kink, overstimulation, creampie

♱ — notes : toji canonically loved megumi's mom so why can't he love reader the same way? in this essay i will—

for the better part of the night, toji’s phone was pinging with a slew of texts from you. he tapped a finger on the rim of his glass, staring at the other end of the bar from his place in the corner, and slipped the phone from his pocket. it took him a moment to look at the screen. a dull pang shot through him.

please, i just need to know you’re ok.

the words twisted his heart. he read the ones that came in before. a mix of pleas for him to talk to you and cursing his entire existence. with the occasional, i’m just worried about you thrown into the mix. he shouldn’t be surprised. this always happened and it was always his fault. he wasn’t too far up his own ass that he didn’t realize it. and while he felt guilty for causing you so much distress tonight, he was tired. you should get this hint if he wasn’t answering.

he brought his glass to his lips and shut off his phone.

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two days had passed and toji still hadn’t responded to you. you stopped trying to reach him yesterday afternoon when you realized your messages weren’t being delivered. the anxiety ebbed away steadily over the last day, replaced with anger. rain hit the window in the living room, a sound that normally you’d enjoy, but now was just a nuisance.

curled up on the couch in nothing but your underwear and his t-shirt, you stared at the tv, trying to get lost in the show but it was no use. even though you didn’t want to, your mind kept wandering back to him. wondering what the hell he could be doing that he couldn’t text you a simple im fine. tears welled in your eyes against your will, forming a painful lump in your throat you tried to swallow away.

heavy knocks landed on your front door, louder than the rain pounding on the windows, and drew your attention away from the tv. you knew who it was standing on the other side. no one knocked like that except for him. steady, firm, and never more or less than three. you took your time turning off the tv and making your way over to the door. if he wanted to keep his distance why was he always crawling back to your apartment? he could wait a little longer.

you inched the door open and peered at him through the crack. he looked relaxed as ever, hands tucked in his pockets and eyes looking distantly down the hall. he looked to you when the door creaked. “what?” the word came out sharper than you’d intended.

“let me stay the night.”

a crease formed between your brows, eyes narrowing. “you go from avoiding me to asking for a place to stay? i don’t think so.”

you started to close the door but he shoved his foot into the gap. his hand wrapped around the edge of the door, prying it open enough that he could see you. “don’t be like that,” he said. he held up a finger to cut you off when you opened your mouth to argue. “you send me a thousand texts to come see you and now you turn me away—”

“because you disappeared without a word,” you shouted, his raised hand unable to prevent your outburst. inside, you prayed your neighbors magically had worse than average hearing, lest you get hit with a noise complaint in the morning. “a whole week, toji. a whole week of you ignoring my texts and calls. i thought you were dead. how long have you kept this up? do you have any idea?”

“a year.” his answer was quick, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t shock you. “the first six months were fine. after that it was hell.” “hell?” you could do nothing to hide the hurt washing over your face, twisting every beautiful feature into something so painful for him to look at. tears brimmed in your eyes, voice wobbling as you spoke. “is being with me really hell for you?”

“the hell isn’t being with you,” he said slowly. “it’s thinking i deserve to be with you.”

your face fell at his confession. there were no words that came to you that would be an appropriate response. you both stood there, staring wordlessly at each other. he broke eye contact first, looking at a point over your shoulder and swallowing hard.

he hated this. he hated that he’d ever met you. he hated that you offered him a soul. hated that you made him believe he could be something more than he was. most of all, he hated that he couldn’t voice any of the things he truly wanted to say to you—the things that actually mattered and needed to be said.

“let me stay the night,” he repeated, still not looking at you. that expression on your face was too much for him to bear. hidden in his pockets, his hand clenched tightly into fists. but he relaxed if only a bit at your next action.

you took a step back, letting the door open as you moved, and mumbled out an, “ok.”

he stepped inside, arm brushing yours as he walked past you. he let the warmth of your apartment envelope him. there was something so comforting about the place you called home. but it was shadowed by delusion.

after locking the door, you hovered there. a myriad of thoughts rushed in your mind, each one more confusing than the last. you let your forehead fall against the cold door, arms hanging uselessly by your sides. taking a steadying breath, you peered over your shoulder. toji had found a place on your couch, broad back hunched over with his arms on his knees. his back was to you, but you could just imagine how his hands were tightly clasped, mouth pressed into a firm line and tugging at the scar on the right side of his mouth. a similar intensity he watched games with.

on quiet feet, you walked towards him. the couch had a low back, which wasn’t always comfortable but it was what you could afford. it was perfect right now, it allowed you to reach over and wrap your arms around his muscular shoulders. holding him in a similar fashion to the way he’d once held you after watching a tragic romance movie. it was such a mundane moment, one you cradled in your heart. his body had always been hard and so much bigger than yours. but it was comforting.

he laid a gentle hand over where your wrists overlapped. six months of bliss. frequent dates, late nights, mind-blowing sex. and then alternating periods of no contact followed by him turning up at your door with zero explanations. you had put up with it for so long, but not anymore. you wanted to be with him and to do that you needed to understand him. he had to be willing to give as much as he took.

“talk to me,” you murmured into the back of his neck, placing a soft kiss where his hair curled against the skin.

he shook his head. you swung a leg over the back of the couch and hauled yourself beside him. you hugged his arm, speaking softly, “do you remember the night we met?”

he turned his head to look at you, curiosity piqued. you continued, “i thought you were scary. attractive, but scary. when you approached me i swore you were going to say something corny.”

toji narrowed his eyes at you. “is this supposed a way for you to insult me disguised as a sweet moment?”

“it’s nice to know you do have a heart,” you teased, patting his arm lightly. “as i was saying, you gave me a heartfelt compliment about my outfit instead.” you smiled dreamily at the memory. “talking to you that night was as easy as breathing. i can still remember the way you smiled when you made me laugh so hard i almost fell off the bar stool. that was the first time i’d ever gone to a bar alone. i was so nervous.”

in all the time you’d been together, he’d never heard the story of your first encounter. not through your eyes. there were so many things he wanted to say. yet the words evaded him. what excuse could he give for his treatment of you for the last year?

after he left his family, changing his name in the process, he began to lose himself. getting with you when he did was meant to be a distraction. it wasn’t supposed to become something so real. something so consuming. when you weren’t around, you plagued his mind. every smile, every soft curve and hard angle, every laugh. all of it—all of you was staked into his mind. to think someone such as yourself would see anything of value in him. to believe you thought him worthy of your time, your affection. he couldn’t fathom it. he tried to destroy what you had built together in that short time. but he kept finding himself back at your door, aching for your touch and to touch you. and you let him in every time.

he truly didn’t know what he could say.

“i want to hate you,” you said seriously, surprising him. it stung. but he couldn’t blame you. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “but i can’t.”

it was like the entire world stopped for an extended moment. his breath pulled from his chest, heart squeezing, the air around him going cold. your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you, brought him back to the present, the world starting up again.

“i need you to commit to me,” you said, voice low and soft but stern, sure in your conviction. “i need your full effort. no more disappearing. no more distance. if you really want this to work, you have to give me your everything.”

he’d been a man of few attachments for so long. cast aside by his family for things outside of his control, unable to reach their impossible standards. and now here he was, with a woman opening her heart to him. offering him something he never thought possible.

looking at him like this, warring inside himself, so quiet and distraught…it twisted your heart. it was so at odds with the confident, sometimes cold-natured man you were accustomed to. this was an inevitable conversation, but you wanted it to be over just as much as he did. you wanted to fall back into your old ways, as you always had after arguments or distant periods. because pretending nothing was wrong was easier than facing it head on. but this time that wouldn’t be possible. not anymore. not after your ultimatum.

all you wanted was your toji back. the one you knew and fell for. plus a little more.

you swung a leg over his, placing yourself in his lap. his hands instinctively went to your hips. with your hands still cupping his face, you pressed your forehead against his. and waited for his answer. your breaths mixed together, his smelling faintly of smoke—an occasional habit you always chided him for. you stared into his eyes. such a pretty green you could get lost in them for hours. your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

“i can't promise to be perfect,” he said, voice a low rumble.

you smiled a little. “i didn’t ask for perfect. only that you’ll be by my side. at least for a while longer.”

his eyes bore into yours, his conviction conveying the words before he spoke, “i promise.”

he repeated the phrase again, chanting it as he connected his lips with yours, hesitantly at first and then with an unwavering surety. your hands slid to the back of his neck, twining in the hair that curled at his nape, and pulled him closer. he groaned against you, tongue licking your bottom lip, a silent request. you let his tongue slide against your own.

pent up emotions bled out from each of you, an opening gate into something still shrouded in secrets. but it would be fine. he’d tell you in his own time. each glide of his tongue said it all.

it had been so long since you last had your hands on him. you were greedy and so was he. his hands slid around your back, trailing lower until they cupped your ass. you sighed against his lips, fingers tightening in his hair.

the shirt of his you wore had bunched around your hips, exposing your panties.

he pulled you closer to him, against the growing bulge in his loose pants.

you parted from his lips long enough to moan his name. and then you were back on him, craving the taste of his mouth.

one of his hands grazed along the exposed skin of your thigh until it found its home between your legs. he dragged his fingers along your clothes cunt, groaning low in his throat at the wetness already pooling there.

“look at you, doll,” he said, pulling away from your lips and leaving you to give a pathetic whimper. “so needy.”

there it was, that pet name you loved to hear. it made your heart skip a beat. you almost didn’t care how cold your lips felt in the absence of his, he was a completely different man compared to a few moments ago. like a fire lit his soul. having you in the palm of his hands always drove him crazy.

he circled your clit through your panties with a calloused thumb, a slow and tortuous movement.

“toji, please,” you bit out, pushing your hips against his hand.

“please, what?” he said. “c’mon, you were so good at using your words earlier.”

you whimpered. the sudden change in personality had thrown you off a little at first, and now you were cursing it. the same toji you’d known from your first encounter was back, teasing you to your limits. and no amount of begging or pleading would get him to easily comply with your wishes.

“use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want, doll.” he moved your panties to the side, fingers dancing along your folds, smearing the slick that collected there.

your focus zeroed in on his touch. words abandoned you. all you could do was hope he gave you what your body ached for. your nails dug into the back of his neck, hips trying to grind on his hand.

he clicked his tongue at you, pinching your ass in disapproval. he pulled his hand away from your pussy, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. “what happened? you were so talkative earlier.”

“touch me,” you whined, tugging on his neck. “please, touch me.”

“now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, grin tugging at his scar. his hand was back between your thighs, mouth attaching to your neck. your back arched at the contact, his fingers rubbing at your clit with more force this time. before drawing away again.

he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tore them off with ease, tossing the remains aside. you looked to the ruins discarded on the floor with a pout. “i really liked those.”

he nibbled on your neck, drawing a soft gasp from you. “i’ll make it up to you,” he promised, words muffled against your skin.

his fingers dragged through your pussy, teasing your hole and eliciting a low moan from you. finally, he slipped one thick finger inside. in his long absence, all you had was your own hand, which could never stretch you the way he could. he didn’t pump his hand, rather he curled his finger inside you, searching for that one spot. never was he careless when it came to your pleasure, he knew your body better than anyone before him. he knew just what to do to make you sing.

he knew he hit that spot, not by the way it felt on the rough pad of his finger, but by the way your back arched, the sudden rut of your hips. a blissful moan falling past your lips. he placed a trail of open-mouth kisses up your neck, stopping just below your ear. his breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“so fuckin’ pretty, doll,” he groaned, adding another finger with ease, your pussy sucking him in. he curled them again and gave a subtle pump of his hand, the heel of his palm grazing your clit. you clenched around him at the contact.

“more,” you moaned, hips matching the pace of his hand. all you could think about was the delightful stretch of your pussy and wanting to cum by his hand alone. you told him as much, words slurred with pleasure.

“already? you’re so sensitive,” he teased. his pace slowed to a cruel dragging along your walls, pointedly ignoring the spot that had your toes curling just moments ago. “all that begging, but i don’t hear you askin’ right. that’s not how you get what you want.”

you whimpered, bottom lip wobbling. this was the toji you’d known, the one you wanted back. you were glad for it, heart racing at the prospect of what was about to unfold. the shift in his demeanor unleashed with that one kiss. you’d give him whatever he wanted right now if it ensured you got what you wanted as well. and you knew what made him cave every time.

“please, sir,” you said, breath heaving and hips desperately trying to get some friction, “‘want you to make me cum.”

his lips curled, eyes glinting with hunger. he loved it when you called him that. it gave him a sense of power over you. he curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot with every quick pump of his hand.

moans poured from your lips in a never-ending stream. he coaxed you to the edge of your pleasure, guiding you through the fall. his hand never faltered as your trembled in his lap, pussy spasming around his fingers. your hands fell from their place at his neck, beating lightly at his chest and he stopped his movements. you let your head fall to his shoulder, panting as your heart calmed its racing rhythm. he slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you to feel empty and aching to be filled once more.

“toji,” his name came out no more than a whisper. you leveraged yourself against his body, looking up at him with doe eyes he could never resist. “i want you.”

he grasped the meaning between the words. his cock twitched at the thought of how he was going to ruin you tonight. both of his hands slid under you to cup the backs of your thighs. “if i’m gonna fuck you,” he said, standing with you in his arms, “i’m gonna fuck you right. i’m takin’ my time with you tonight.”

your pussy throbbed at the promise. you clung to his shoulders for stability as he walked to your bedroom. before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the edge of the bed, his shirt you wore riding up to expose your belly; legs and pussy on full display for him. he stalked towards you, coming to stand between your legs. large hands ran up your thighs, spreading you as wide as possible. his thumbs spread your pussy. he marveled at the sight of you.

he hauled you up by your arm, swiftly ridding you of his stolen shirt. finally bearing to him what he’d been missing tonight since that first heated kiss. his focus zeroed in on your tits, their perfection displayed for his eyes alone.

he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around one nipple. one hand supported him on the bed and the other one came up to massage your neglected breast.

your arms, supporting your weight, trembled on the mattress. he had a wickedly skillful tongue, making it known even with just its attention on your tits. he pulled away before you could beg him to give you what you needed. the ache between your legs only growing with each second he dragged this on.

in one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on your floor. his bare chest rose and fell quickly as he stared at you, eyes devouring you with an insatiable hunger. those same eyes that had looked so lost and despondent when you had clung to his arm and asked him to give you all of him.

you focused on the slow motion of him undoing the tie of his pants. he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, cock springing free. your mouth watered at the sight of his tip already leaking precum. and you hadn’t even touched him yet. nor would you. he wouldn’t give you the chance. not tonight, at least.

he kicked his pants to the side and stepped closer to the edge of the bed, hands rubbing your thighs. he pulled you by your hips as close to him as possible without you falling off the bed. he towered over you, making you feel so small in his presence. the wide breadth of his shoulders, the size of his hands on your body, his height. all of it coming together to dwarf you in comparison. it made your heart beat wildly. one hand stayed on your hip while the other wrapped around his cock, dragging the tip through your slick folds. and then he slowly pushed in.

you whined at the stretching of your pussy. “‘s too big, toji,” you sniffled, tears brimming your eyes. not even the foreplay was enough to prepare you. it had only been two weeks since the last time he’d fucked you. how could you forget just how big he was above you—and in you?

“relax, doll,” he said, voice a low rumble, “it’ll fit. it always does.”

you collapsed onto your back as he sank all the way in, biting your thumb to keep from crying out. for a brief moment, he didn’t move, but then he pulled back, leaving only the tip. and sank back in with one swift thrust.

he swore, groaning at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

it wasn’t long before he picked up a ruthless pace, slamming his cock into you repeatedly with a slight brutality you missed. yet he wasn’t unkind in his movements. something vaguely gentle lay within his thrusts.

both hands were firmly on your hips again, keeping you right where he wanted you. he couldn’t decide what to focus on: your tits bouncing in time with each thrust; your pussy taking his cock; your face melting with pleasure and a hint of pain. all of it was mesmerizing.

you still had yet to adjust to his sheer size splitting you in half. but each drag of his cock had you seeing stars. your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, pussy already beginning to clench around him, the tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm.

he brought one foot up to rest on the bed, giving him a deeper reach into your cunt. the new angle eliminated any gap between you, letting him hit the spot that had your toes curling.

“c’mon,” he coaxed, voice reaching you through your own string moans, “don’t hold back on me.”

as if on command, you came, back arching and hands clasping the sheets even tighter. your pussy spasmed around him and he never stopped his movements, guiding you through your high and beyond it. it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted more. needed it.

he picked you up, cock still buried inside you, and crawled onto the bed. he set you against the pillows, propping himself on his knees between your spread legs.

your mind was too fuzzy with the lingering orgasm to realize he had moved you until he pulled your hips up off the bed, introducing a new angle. you looked so small under him as he bullied his cock into you. the sight drove him crazy, spurring on the pace of his thrusts. his thumbs rubbed soothingly on your hips, mimicking your earlier action, so at odds with his brutal pace.

roughness and passion blurred lines with each drag of cock against your sensitive walls, melding and separating until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. but you found it hard to care, not when he made you feel like this. so full and wanted in this moment.

another orgasm washed over you, thighs trembling where they rested over his own. he kept a vise grip on your hips as he rode you through your pleasure, enough to leave bruises in the morning. little reminders of the night.

still, he didn’t stop, chasing his own high. he wanted to see you come undone again.

you pawed weakly at his arms, tears streaming down into your hair. “toji, please,” you cried, “can’t do it. no more.”

his hands tightened their hold on you ever so slightly. “i know you can, doll. just give me one more.”

you gave a wordless sob in response. he wanted to lick your tears away, wanted to taste the salty evidence of the pleasure he elicited in you.

it didn’t take long for his wish to be fulfilled. between his thick cock stretching you to your limit and each thrust grazing your poor abused cunt, you were clenching him around him with a broken cry.

“i promised you i’d give you everything i have,” he said, hips faltering. “and i meant it.”

with that, and a few more quick strokes, he was cumming inside you. he remained buried in you for a long moment, catching his breath. his cum began to spill out of you before he pulled out. and when he finally did, it came in a thick rush, your hole clenching around nothing as if it missed him already.

he collapsed on the bed beside you, wiping the remains of your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. he looked down at the fingerprints marring your hips. this could be considered one of his gentler nights.

you turned onto your side, facing him fully. he wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head beneath his chin. you didn’t want to move just yet. being there, in his arms as he drew shapes on your back, was all you needed.

neither of you said anything. you didn’t need to. the unspoken words hung in the air around you. traveled with you as he drew a bath and carried you to it. they stayed with you through the night as you slept tangled in each other’s limbs.

this night, all of it, a reconciliation in a way he best knew how to communicate.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes

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thesithdiaries · 2 years

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One-Sided Love (Criston Cole imagine)

Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader

Requested: Yes Warnings: criston is psychotic in this because love makes you crazy and im not kidding, criston is deranged and in desperate need of grippy socks, this is depressing, borderline pathetic, alexa play that should be by justin bieber and give this man alcohol, mentions of what's happening in the show so from ep 2 to 5, angst, the terrible “one sided love” trope, he goes apeshit in this, you have been warned

Part 2

Thanks to Princess Rhaenyra, Criston Cole joined the Kingsguard. It was nerve-wracking, to be in charge of the King’s (and his family’s) safety.

King Viserys tasked him with Rhaenyra’s protection on his first day.

Criston was following the Princess along the Keep, taking mental notes to try and remember important places. Just as they were going to head back to her bedchamber's, they heard a pleased sigh.

“Nyra!” A girl exclaimed, making the Princess turn around. To Criston’s confusion, they ran towards each other, coming together in a hug. “I have missed you terribly.”

“And I you,” the Princess replied. “What are you doing here at this late hour?”

“I decided to spend a time with you here, to give my parents a rest. You know how they are with me,” the girl confessed. “We sent a letter to your father, did he not tell you about it?”

Rhaenyra looked down for a few seconds, before looking up at her friend. “We haven't spoken much, since mother passed.” Y/N frowned. “Do not worry about it, I’m glad you came.”

Criston stood motionless as they walked towards him. He finally got to properly look at her. The girl was beautiful.

“Ser Criston, this is my cousin, Y/N,” Rhaenyra introduced them. The girl smiled at him, while he softly nodded his head. “Come, Y/N, we have much to talk about. Good night, Ser Criston.” Both girls walked quickly towards the Princess's bedchamber, the giggles echoing through the hall.

Criston stood outside of the chambers all night, still mesmerized by her.

Months went on and Criston was in love with Y/N.

He had to accompany Otto Hightower to retrieve a dragon’s egg. All that time away from the Keep made him sad. He did not like staying away from Y/N at all. Even if they were not in the same space, he felt a sense of comfort knowing she was close. What if something went wrong? What if there was an attack on the castle? Who was going to protect her?

When they returned safely to King’s Landing during the night, he headed towards the kitchens. He knew she would be there because she loved getting a refreshment before going to bed. Criston heard voices, her voice.

He acted as if he did not know she would be there, to avoid being painfully obvious about what his intentions were. Criston walked like he was exhausted, grimacing at the rough movements. The voices stopped as he walked in, making him look up, surprised. “Oh, Lady Y/N,” he gasped. “My apologies, I did not think anyone would be here at this hour.”

“Ser Criston! You came back,” she smiled sweetly, pulling a chair out so he could sit. Oh, gods. Criston took a seat nervously. “You must be so tired.”

“Oh, um,” he cleared his throat, “not really.” I am exhausted but you come first.

“Are you certain?” Criston nodded, leaving Y/N unconvinced. “Alright. Well, Rhaenyra told me everything. You must have been scared. I know I was terrified when I visited Dragonstone.”

Criston’s expression showed confusion. “You have visited Dragonstone before?”

“Yes, I believe I was 9 years younger at that time. The King was planning to go there with his family and invited me to go. It was breathtaking.” Y/N smiled at that memory.

Before he could even speak again, she departed, bidding him good night. Criston sat there by himself, saddened that she left but also content because he learned something about her.

She left.

Criston changed the day Y/N left King’s Landing to head back to her home. He was not even aware that she was departing, only found out when he heard two maids talking about it.

He truly felt empty inside, like his heart was not there. No goodbye, no warning, nothing he could touch to remember her. Only the memories of the few moments they spent together.

Two years have gone by and Y/N has not visited. She sent letters almost weekly. Unfortunately, he had not read one but peaked over the Princess’ shoulder to see the handwriting. It was gorgeous.

Princess Rhaenyra made several trips during that time, but Criston was told he had to stay back, as other knights had to go. He wanted to fight, to scream, to plead that he was the one that needed to do the journey because he was dying without her.

Rhaenyra always came back with gifts for the family. Intricate dresses, jewelry, and paintings. He was in awe because of it. Y/N had good taste. Seeing all those things made him smile. Maybe she was not there, but now he had something to look forward to every day.

The trip to Aegon’s second nameday hunt was filled with fantasies and dreams. Criston only thought about Y/N. Her hair, her skin, even the way she strutted with confidence. He missed her deeply.

To his surprise she was there, waiting for them.

Y/N and Rhaenyra hugged tightly since they had not seen each other for a while. She then greeted the King and the Queen, thanking them for the invitation. Lastly, Queen Alicent handed Aegon over to her, so she could carry him.

Criston smiled, the sight igniting even more fantasies in his head. Y/N would be an amazing mother. We would have beautiful children together. Once again, he shook his head at those improper thoughts.

Returning the little Prince to the Queen, Y/n spotted him. “Ser Criston! It has been so long since I saw you last, you look wonderful. How are you?”

Wonderful. “My Lady,” he said, bowing his head in greeting. “I am well, and you?”

“I am alright. Was quite bored with all the mindless chatter inside but now I have good company.” She heard her name being called from inside the tent. “My apologies, Ser Criston. I have been summoned.” She giggled playful, squeezing his hand and later walking towards the tent.

Her touch had not changed. Still warm and inviting. Criston let out a sigh of happiness. Finally, maybe she did care for him and was finally going to tell him she felt the same way. That was enough to give him the motivation and strength to be there.

She left. Again.

Y/N said her goodbyes after the hunt, stating that she had to return home. Since he was far away at the moment she was leaving, she waved at him. Criston waved back, earning a big smile from her.

I will miss you, my love.

They were on their way back to King’s Landing, sailing on a ship. Y/N had joined them on the tour to meet Rhaenyra’s many suitors.

During that time, Criston learned other things about her and what she likes. Y/N loves to tend the flowers in her home. Explains why he would always find her near the flowers outside of the Keep. She loves to read and learn new things. And is very smart, sharing that the Maester in her House taught her, as well as her Septa.

Criston stood by the door of the cabin as Rhaenyra and Y/N sat together.

“Did you see someone you liked?” Rhaenyra teased, causing a fit of giggles from Y/N.

“I did.” That reply alone made Criston tense up. She did? No. Gods no.

“Well then, please share. I would love to know who caught your eye.”

Y/N hesitated, but thanks to Rhaenyra's playful nudge, she said “It was in the Vale, the Arryn boy.”

The Vale. Criston remembers the boy. He was… handsome. He was not focused on the Princess at all during their visit. Instead, he centered his attention on Y/N. Criston had thought nothing of it. He was certain that Y/N would not even look his way.

Criston stopped listening to the girls as they kept talking about him. He gripped the handle of his sword tightly. Criston was furious. All he wanted to do was go to the Eyrie and find that boy. The only man that was worthy of Y/N’s love was him, not a petulant boy with no skills on how to love and protect a lady like her.

Criston broke his oath of chastity when he slept with Princess Rhaenyra.

He hated himself for it. He committed sin, broke his oath, and betrayed the woman he loved. Y/N would never forgive him if she knew he was unfaithful with her own cousin. He let himself be engulfed with jealousy and spite, he did not want to think anymore. He needed something to calm him down… and the Princess was the one that initiated it.

The journey from Driftmark back to King’s Landing was making Criston go insane. His world came crashing down while they waited for the King to speak with the Velaryons.

“I have to tell you something,” Y/N whispered, tugging at Rhaenyra's sleeve. She looked at her with concern.

“Yes, of course. What is it?” The Princess replied.

“I am betrothed…,” Y/N said, breaking out into a huge smile.

Criston slowly turned his head towards the two excited girls, the anger bubbling inside of him. He felt betrayed that she would just go and accept somebody else's marriage proposal. This is insulting.

“You are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling her dear cousin into a tight hug. “With who? The boy from the Vale?”

“Yes,” Y/N confirmed. “Him.”

“How did it all happen? When is the wedding? I want to know everything.” The Princess babbled on, making Y/N blush in embarrassment.

“Alright, firstly, his name is Jon. After I returned home, he visited. I had no idea he was going to do it. He spoke with my father and, to my surprise, he accepted. I am to leave for the Vale in two full moons.”

Two full moons? No. No, no, no. She cannot leave.

“How exciting! I imagine how happy you must feel,” Rhaenyra told her.

“I know how you feel about your own impending marriage, cousin. I wish it did not have to be in these circumstances,” Y/N lamented. “I did not want to say anything but I also did not want this to be a surprise in the future.”

“It is quite alright, Y/N. I love that you share your happiness with me,” the Princess assured her. “Tell me, am I invited to your wedding?”

Y/N laughed. “Of course you are. I would not dare to leave you out of it.”

The girls had not noticed the knight at all. Criston now had tears of frustration running down his face. It was supposed to be him. He wanted to run away with her to the Free Cities, where they could have a family and be free. He wanted to kill that boy.

“Ser Laenor is quite dear to me. As I know... the Princess is to you.” Ser Joffrey Lonmouth decided it was a good idea to speak to Criston.

His mind was clouded, all his emotions running berserk. Criston saw Princess Rhaenyra dancing with Lord Laenor, like she did not care about him.

After listening to the conversation he overheard at the ship, he snapped. Criston asked Rhaenyra to run away with him to Essos. If he could not have one, then he would settle for the other. He could pretend it was Y/N with him. Yet she shamelessly rejected him, citing that her duty to the throne was more important.

Criston was destroyed. He broke his oath in a moment of weakness and now it meant nothing. He also babbled to Queen Alicent about it. He might as well be dead right now.

Next thing he knew, he was on top of Joffrey. Punching him like a madman. His ears were ringing painfully, muffling the screams and cries of those around him. All he wanted was to eliminate the threat.

For this reason, he did not stop. He could not stop.

At the end, when Joffrey Lonmouth’s face was bashed in and was unrecognizable, he sat back. The ringing in his ears was diminishing, all the noises around him making his head hurt.

He saw a flash of gold next to him, so he turned his head. It was Y/N.

Criston’s heart dropped to his stomach as he took in the sight of her. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her beautiful gold-detailed dress was ripped.

He stood up, extending his hand towards her. He planned to get her to safety… without even realizing he was the danger. Y/N let out a cry, stepping away from him. “You are a monster.” She told him through tears.

Criston could not believe her words. He was no monster. He was her protector, her white knight. But in reality, that was far from the truth. He was clouded with obsession and that alone led to his downfall.

Part 2

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Ice cold secret P5

P1 P2 P3 P4

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival.

Warnings: cursing, alcoholism, smoking

-g3z0

„Wolfie! Lets go!“ Ethan’s voice rings through the ice rink. I swallow, feeling the burning pain in my throat.

I look up, meeting the eyes of Ethan. The boys are already standing at the exit, their eyes on me as they wait.

I lick my lips and shake my head „im gonna stay here a little longer.“ I mumble under my breath.

Jacob lets out a groan and leans his head back into his neck. „Always the same with him.“ he sighs before he pushes the door handle down and walks out of the ice rink.

„Fucking let him.“ Ethan says through gritted teeth as he looks over at the other boys. He nods to the door, implying them to leave.

„Bye, Wolfie!“ Noah yells to me before he and the other boys follow after Jacob. „Bye.“ I say, my gaze not leaving Ethan’s.

Ethan buries his hands into the pockets of his jacket, making his way up to the barrier wich separates the ice and the solid ground.

„You gonna be okay?“ he asks, not breaking eye contact with me.

I hate when he does this.

He’s reading me again. And when he does I’m vulnerable. I can’t do anything about it and I’m feeling like 5 year old me again who can’t speak up for himself.

Me and Ethan met in pre school. He just moved from Fall River to Boston, to his grandma. His grandma was completely overwhelmed with 5 year old Ethan.

He was kind of an trouble maker. The complete opposite of 5 year old me who was too afraid to even speak up.

He stood up for me and had a new scar or black eye on his face almost every week because of it.

I don’t know why, but the first time me and Ethan’s eyes met, we just knew that we need each other. There was a understanding between us no one else understood.

„Yeah.“ I breathe as I grip my stick around my hand thighter.

He presses his lips together and nods, squinting his eyes at me. „When was the last time you ate?“

I let out a sigh and roll my eyes. He flicks his tounge and shakes his head „as I thought.“ he mumbles.

„im Fine, Jesus.“ I almost whisper, looking away from him to avoid his burning gaze.

„As always.“ he lets out a breathe „look- I’m not gonna try to convince you to come with us.“ he starts.

I look back at him and bite my inner cheek. „But the whole team would be happy if our captain would join us for dinner again, sometime. Just saying.“ he continues as he shrugs his shoulders.

I nod a little „okay.“ He sighs „alright.“ he says before he turns around and walks towards the door of the ice rink.

My breathe catches into my throat as the door is being pushed open, a similar pair of blue eyes meeting mine before shooting to Ethan.

„Oh- hey.“ nick mumbles as he hesitates to walk in. Ethan’s eyes shoot back to me with a frown. „Hey.“ he mutters before he walks out of the Hall.

I wait till the door closes itself again before speaking „you‘re early.“ I say, looking back at Nick.

„Sorry.“ he smiles before he walks up to the bench, sitting down on it.

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head „where are your skates?“ I question. He shrugs casually and adjust the way he’s sitting on the bench.

„Thought I’m gonna just watch you today.“ he says, fidgeting with his hands. I roll my eyes and try to bite back a smile, which isn’t working.

„Weirdo.“ I whisper before I continue to skate on the ice.

„I heard that!“ he yells at me. „Good!“ I yell back with a laugh.

„Home!“ I yell through my house as I step in. I lay my keys on the cupboard next to our front door.

No answer.

I frown to myself before I kick my sneaker off my feet.

„Ma? Dad?“ I yell before I walk into the kitchen.

The lights are off and there’s no sign of my parents. I sigh before I grab the handle of the fridge, opening it and grabbing a water bottle.

I close the fridge and walk into our living room.

The lights from our porch shine through the big windows of our living room. I walk over to the door, pushing it open.

My eyes fall onto my mom, who’s sitting in one of the chairs, a blanket wrapped around her body.

I smile as I step outside, wich quickly fades when I see the wine glass and the cigarette in my moms petite hands.

„Hey.“ I say softly, closing the door behind me. She looks up at me and smiles weakly before she quickly looks away „hey, sweetie.“ she whispers, trying to hide her broken voice.

She’s been crying. I lick my lips before I sit into the chair that’s next to her, resting my elbows on my legs.

She’s drinking again.

„Everything good?“ I ask, looking down at the wine glass in her hand. She shrugs and waves it off with her hand in wich she’s holding the cigarette.

„Yeah- Just another fight with your old man..“ she chuckles weakly.

My dad isn’t a good husband. Nor a good father. I don’t know if he ever was.

My mom and my dad met in Highschool, they are together since that. I don’t think my mom has much of self respect because if she would, she would‘ve left my dad’s ass a long time ago.

My dad still hasn’t got over it that Jimmy Sturniolo was better in hockey than him. And that Jimmy was the one who got the scholarship, not my dad.

He’s obsessed with it. He wants me to get the scholarship, instead of Chris, so bad. But not because he would happy for me - it’s because he thinks it‘ll be his „revenge“ to Jimmy or something.

She looks over at me and my eyes shoot quickly up to her face. I don’t want to make her feel like I’m judging her.

„How was practice?“ she smiles softly as she brings the cigarette up to her mouth, taking a long drag from it.

I look down at my hands and crack my knuckles „good. Yeah.“ I breathe.

„You know we’re proud of you.“ she whispers. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod a little. „I know..“ I whisper.

I think my mom knows how much this whole scholarship thing affects me. Not like my dad who’s only giving me more pressure.

„Alright.“ I put on a smile and look back to her before I stand up. „Gonna take a shower and then head to bed.“

She nods and smiles up at me „okay, honey. Good night.“

„Good Night, ma.“ I mumble before I get back into the house.

„What?“ nick looks at me with an shocked expression as I drive through the drive way off Mc Donald’s.

I frown and look at him for a second before looking back at at the road „what?“ I repeat.

„Cheeseburger with no cheese.“ he says throwing his hands up. I lick my lips and shrug my shoulders „yeah?“

„no?“ he mocks me. „Why are you even getting a cheeseburger if you don’t want the cheese on it?“ he shakes his head.

„Nick.“

„what?“

„Shut up.“

He chuckles and leans back in the passenger seat. „Fucking weirdo..“ he mumbles.

We get our food and I park on a empty parking lot near the Mc Donald’s.

He scrunches his nose and squints his eyes at me as I bite into my cheeseburger - with no cheese.

„mhmmmmm“ I moan, closing my eyes. „You‘re disgusting“ he laughs before he takes a sip from his drink.

„Did you ever ate cheese with Nutella?“ I ask as I wipe my thumb over the corner of my mouth.

He opens his mouth and looks at me almost terrified. I laugh and lean my head back onto the headrest of my seat.

„Y/n, please tell me you‘re not being serious right now..“ he whispers. I shrug my shoulders and look over to him, grinning from ear to ear.

„Hey, don’t judge if you haven’t tried it.“ I chuckle. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head „no- ew! You‘re fucking disgusting!“ he laughs.

I raise my eyebrows „okay, what’s your favorite food then?“ He blinks at me „garlic bread.“

I roll my eyes and look out of my window „yeah, I can’t argue with that.“ I sigh, putting the straw of my drink into my mouth.

„Yeah, cause I’m a normal person.“ he chuckles. I smile and look back at him.

I don’t think Nick even knows how much I enjoy spending time with him.

When we hang out, I get a break from all the pressure in my head. My mind is quiet when nick’s around.

No hockey, no family problems, no school. Just us. Just Nick.

It feels like I can finally breathe again.

„Y/n?“

„What?“

„You‘re staring, you weirdo.“

„Nick?“

„What?“

„Shut up.“

I bounce my knee up and down as I look around in coach’s office, trying to avoid his burning gaze on me.

He sighs and leans back into his chair. „Wolfie.“ I let out a breathe and look at him „coach.“

He licks his lips before speaking „you can’t let your grades down.“ I swallow and look down at my hands.

I think my coach is the nearest thing I have to an dad. Okay, it’s kinda weird. I know. But he knows me since my actual dad dragged my ass on the ice at the age of Three.

He teached me how to play hockey, how to not ending up to be an asshole, he knows what I like, what I don’t like, he knows my friends - likes my friends.

Ethan didn’t want to play hockey. But coach insisted. He talked to Ethan’s grandma - hockey will help him to deal with his anger issues.

And it did.

When I had a bad grade, coach helped me after our practice and we went through the problems together.

Jesus, it sounds like I have daddy issues.

„I know, I’m sorry.“ I mumble, not daring to look him into the eyes. I don’t want to see the disappointment.

„I know it’s hard y/n.“ he starts. I clench my jaw. „Being the captain, dealing with your own problems, the whole situation with Sturniolo-“

My heart skips a beat and I look up „what?“ He raises his eyebrows. „Chris Sturniolo.“ he corrects himself.

Right. Chris.

„But this is your future kid.“ coach says, resting his Elbows on the table in front of him. „And it’s up to you if you play with the big guys one day or if you end up like your old man.“

I bite my teeth together.

„So don’t let school fall back. Alright?“ - „alright.“

„Good.“ the corner of his lips curl up into a little smile „now get back to class.“

I let the breathe I was holding out once I’m walking through the empty hallways of my school.

My mind is an chaos again.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I pull it out, only to see nicks name on my Homescreen.

Nick. Nick. Nick.

My heartbeat calms a little at the thought of him.

Nick 1:46 pm

Do you want to hangout after your practice?

Y/n 1:46 pm

Nah, got plans with some weirdo who likes to take pics of me.

Nick 1:47 pm

Funny mf.

What time does practice end?

Don’t want to run into your friends again

Y/n 1.48 pm

Skipping practice today.

Lets do something nice, I’ll pick you up

Nick 1.48 pm

Such a Gentleman 🤥

Y/n 1.49 pm

So funny 🖕🏻

Be ready at 6

And send me ur location

„You‘re insane.“ nick says while he shakes his head.

I roll my eyes playfully and take his hand, interlocking it in mine.

„you don’t like the water?“ I ask as I begin to walk along the beach with him.

„It’s winter. And it’s night.“ he chuckles. „Yeah, so no one is here expect us.“ I smile.

„Okay.“ he sighs and smiles softly „it’s nice. But I’m not getting into the water.“ I laugh a little and push him on his shoulders playfully „Awhh, Nick doesn’t want his hair to get wet.“

He lets out an laugh and pushes me on my shoulder away. I get caught off guard by his sudden strength and stumble a little back.

„No? It’s fucking cold. You do it then, pussy.“ he laughs. I raise my eyebrows and lick my lips. „alright.“ I say, kicking my sneaker off my feet.

He frowns at me „seriously?“ I shrug my shoulders and smirk at him as I unzip my jeans and pull them down „I’m not a pussy. But you certainly are.“

He rolls his eyes and looks around „no, thank you. I don’t want people to see me naked.“

„I have some clothes in my car.“ I say as I pull my hoodie over my head, leaving me shirtless.

He scoffs before he pulls his shoes off „I hate you.“ he mumbles.

„Sure you do.“ I chuckle before I walk nearer to the water.

Nick follows after me, only in his boxers and T-Shirt.

We both gasp as step into the cold water. I stop as the water reaches my knees.

„what are you waiting for?“ he whispers, smirking at me. I roll my eyes and nudge him with my elbow „its fucking cold..“ I mumble.

„no shit.“ he gasps sarcastically. „Shut up.“ I laugh. Before I can even do something about it, nicks Hands make their way to up to my back before he pushes me into the water.

I quickly stand back up and push my hair with my hands behind. „Fucking bastard!“ I gasp, shivering from the sudden coldness.

He bursts out in laughter. I let out a laugh as I wrap my arms around his waist, throwing myself with him into the water.

He pushes me off him and quickly gets back up. „oh fuck..“ he gasps, taking long breathes.

The water reaches our collarbones now and I smile, standing myself in front of him.

He laughs and shakes his head as he pushes his hair back „I fucking hate you..“ he whispers with a shaky voice.

„I hate you more.“ I whisper back before I lay my hand on the back of his neck, pressing my lips softly against his.

He smiles against my lips, bringing his hands up to my waist to pull me closer.

We move our lips against each others, getting more needy and passionate each second that’s passes.

He’s the first one to break the kiss „it’s fucking cold..“ he whispers against my lips.

I lean my forehead against his and let out a laugh „lets get out..“

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froggibus · 1 year

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Daddy Issues - Soldier 76

Pairing: Soldier 76 x reader

Genre: fluff but its a lil suggestive

Word Count: too many for this prompt 1.5k

Summary: in which your little crush on the Commander doesn't go unnoticed, and he wants to see just how far he can push you

CW: young! Soldier, Overwatch days, reader is shy + gets flustered easily, fainting, teasing, Soldier is a bastard

reader is described GN but is described to be blushing/having red cheeks a lot! i know this description may not fit everyone so i am putting this here to not waste time/ruin the immersion!

ok anyway im too lazy to write today so you guys can have my drafts lmao anyway enjoy <3 i am very down bad for this man anyway

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John Francis “Jack” Morrison: super soldier, Overwatch commander, the best of the best, and unfortunately for you, a total DILF.

The man was gorgeous. Despite working closely with him and Overwatch for years, you still couldn’t even look at him without getting flustered. Stuttered words and red cheeks had become a staple of your conversations with Jack, and all you could do was pray he didn’t notice.

Unbeknownst to you, it was common knowledge among the other agents of your little crush on the Commander. Jack himself had always found it somewhat cute regardless of the teasing he received from Ana and Reyes, and found himself wondering how much it would take to push you past the breaking point.

“L/n,” Jack’s voice boomed, “can I talk to you for a second?”

You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning, and approached him. You were painfully aware of the looks the two of you were receiving along the way.

“W-what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you’d be open to taking on a mission next weekend.”

“Oh,” you looked everywhere but his eyes, trying to hide the desperate flush on your face. “I-I can for sure. Who’s all going?”

“It would just be you and I.”

If your face was burning before, it was an inferno now. A mission, all alone with Commander Morrison?

“I-I…”

“Come on, y/n,” he rested a hand on your shoulder.

His touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach. You stuttered out a bunch of words that essentially meant ‘yes’, and that was good enough for the Commander. You walked away quickly, covering the lower half of your face with your hand.

Ana Amari laughed, “come on, Jack. Give y/n a break.”

“Mind your business,” the Commander said, but even he knew he was pushing you a little hard.

—

It was the dead of night, and you were yet to sleep. It had been too hot and then too cold, and then your mind could not stop racing. Thoughts of Jack and the mission filled your head.

As soon as the clock ticked to 2:22am, you found yourself rolling out of bed and slipping your feet into your slippers. You tiptoed your way down the hall, being careful not to wake any of the other agents. You knew how skittish they could be, especially in the dead of night.

You made it to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, sitting at the counter and waiting for it to boil. Soft footsteps behind you made you whip your head around, your eyes settling on Jack.

You immediately flushed at what he was wearing. A pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt and bunny slippers. You couldn’t help but look at his bare chest. He was all shredded muscles and perfectly carved abs. Duh, he’s a super soldier, you thought.

“What are you still doing awake?” He asked, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

“I-I could ask you the same thing.”

He shot a glance at the steaming kettle, “couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

“Same here,” you nodded, your gaze once again slipping to his bare stomach.

He smirked, knowing full well where your gaze was. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, “like what you see?”

You instantly hid your face in your hands, trying to avoid looking at him. Jack cursed himself—he was normally so composed, so in control of himself. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Jack!” You squealed, voice going up an octave.

He laughed slightly, “hey, I’m just teasing.”

He wanted to say that he also liked what he saw, but he thought that was a little too far given your current state. Still, he thought you looked gorgeous. In your pyjamas, hair a complete mess, looking all sleepy and cute.

“S-still,” you mumbled, finally peeling your hands away from your face. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set a teabag in it, “I’m too tired for this.”

Jack backed off for now, deciding to give you a reprieve you from his teasing. The image of you all flustered and trying to hide your face was burned into his mind, and it would suffice for tonight.

—

Combat training was your favorite part of the week, making every Monday somewhat bearable. Usually, you would pair off with Ana or Angela, given they were around the same skill level as you.

Today, though, Morrison had claimed you before you could even say anything. As soon as he announced the two of you would be partners, your face was pink tinted and all thoughts left your brain.

“So, what do you want to work on first?” Jack stretched his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of track pants and a tight blue Overwatch shirt that clung to his abs.

Memories of the other night in the kitchen filled your brain, setting a fire inside you. “I could use s-self defense practice,” you admitted.

“Okay, I have a few ideas then.”

Before you knew it, he was positioned behind you, grabbing your hips tightly. He tugged you towards him slightly, your hips slamming against his. You let out a soft whine, instantly pressing a hand over your mouth.

Jack mumbled in your ear, “too much for you?”

You shook your head quickly, grateful that he couldn’t see how hot and sweaty your face was. “I-I can keep g-going,” your voice was an octave higher.

You tried to focus on anything but the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard chest on your back, his warm hands on your hips.

“Okay,” he said and moved an arm up to around your shoulders, and stretched the other around your waist. “So if I were to do this, what would you do?”

He gripped you tight enough to pick you up off of the ground. His touch was so intense it was hard to concentrate, taking you a minute before you could remember the steps.

You twisted in his grip, ducking under the arm on your shoulder and using it as leverage to turn him around. You held it tightly behind his back.

“Good, really good,” his praise made you flush, “but you have to be faster than that in the field.”

In an instant, he broke free of your grip and threw you over his shoulder. He tossed you into the ground, cradling the back of your head and the small of your back as he did to break your fall. You landed with a soft groan, Jack on top of you.

His face was only a few inches from yours, a smirk plastered on his face. Your heart raced in your chest, hammering against your rib cage. The blood rushed to your face. There was no way he didn’t notice how flustered you were.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he noted.

Blood roared in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to move your hands to cover your face, but he was holding them down.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “Why are you trying to hide from me?”

You shook your head, eyes still closed. “I-I’m not.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?”

“Cause you’re so close to me!”

He laughed, letting go of your hands, “I thought you’d like this position.”

That was your breaking point. Your heart raced faster, so fast it was almost painful, and your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t breathe. Your skin was unbearably hot, as if it would melt off your bones any second.

“Y/n?” Jack backed off, “are you okay?”

He blinked at you, waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t, he completely got off of you. You managed to take in one, gasping breath before everything went dark.

—

You woke up in the infirmary, a blanket wrapped around you. Your head spun, and when you opened your eyes, there were four Jack’s sitting on the end of your bed. You blinked a few times, and all but one of them disappeared.

Jack was staring at you with a mix of caution and excitement. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good, I think.”

“Good,” he sighs in relief. “Ana would have killed me if you weren’t.”

“What even happened?”

“You fainted,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone get so flustered from sparring before.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re a jerk. I know what you’ve been doing—and it’s mean!”

“It’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re embarrassed!”

Your face flushed again, and Jack looked at you cautiously. “You’re not going to faint again, are you?” He asked.

“I-I don’t think so, why?”

“Because I can’t kiss you if you pass out.”

Your face burned, but your heart still beat normally. “Y-you really want to kiss me?”

He answered by cupping your cheek and closing the distance between the two of you. His lips smashed against yours, sending electric shocks down your spine. You moved against him and tangled a hand in his hair.

“You’re sure you’re not going to pass out?”

You tugged on his shirt, “shut up,” and kissed him again.

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #ow #xreader #overwatch headcanons #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x reader #soldier 76 x you #jack morrison #jack morrison x you #jack Morrison x reader

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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Helloo Smooches

Would you like another episode of me being possessed by angst ghosts? I was just thinking about Arlie with lover from Fontaine.. I'll try to avoid 4.2 spoilers as much as possible, so:

Reader helps those, who are caught up in primordial sea catastrophe. Arlie will try to persuade you into staying out of this, since the water is dangerous for you, but you just.. Can't leave these people, even if it's a little help because it's your mutual home

But.. just a single mistake and you're gone. Disappeared without a trace in seawater. No matter how much fatui agents and children from Heart of Hearth try to search for you - you're gone gone gone.

You were the only person Arlecchino let in her life on personal level. The one she could drop her mask before and be not Arlecchino, not The Knave, but just.. herself (if only we knew her real name..)

And now.. she can't even do a proper funeral for you, because your body is dissolved. Her mind is plagued by infinite "what if". What if she didn't let you go? What if she was there? What if she came to you just a mere minutes earlier to catch you? What if it wasn't you, who died..?

"Father", who told Freminet that tears are a sign of weakness found herself all alone, hidden from everyone's gaze, with tears streaks on her face, which she doesn't even bother to wipe. Ah, if you were there.. you'd gently come to her, placing hands on her face, wiping the tears gently..

This is exactly why she teaches her children to value their life above all else.

-🥀

(just venting my frustration over the fact Fontaine just has so many beautiful women😭. It's not fair to my wallet)

🥀 ANON... 🥀 ANON... IM SENDING YOU AWAY!! STOP THIS MADNESS!! But yes... i have to admit i do love and enjoy your angst.

In all honesty, Arlecchino did not want you to come to Fontaine with her. She wanted you to stay in Snezhnaya, where you'd be safe. Which, wasn't particularly unusual - although you came with her on a lot of missions, sometimes she wanted you to stay home. Whether to rest, or take on other duties, or if this mission was going to be especially bloody... but this time, uncharacteristically, it's out of gnawing fear. She knows she shouldn't be nervous, she knows you're strong, you're careful, you're her other hand after all, but... the threat of death is far more looming in Fontaine, especially as a Fontainian. But no, you're stubborn, you always have been. Always wanting to help, always wanting to look out for others. That's probably why you got so attached to the three siblings as well. So, Arlecchino can't fight you anymore, the only thing she can do is keep a watchful eye on you.

Only that her eyes are not watchful enough. If only Arlecchino knew that morning would be the last she saw you, the last that she kissed you and held you. If only she knew. If only she was able to protect you, or if she instructed you to go elsewhere, the water wouldn't have gotten you. She's the Fourth Harbinger, with incomparable strength, yet she couldn't save one person? If she tried harder, she could have. Could have forced you to stay, could have done something. It is even worse this way, your body isn't here for a proper funeral, neither she nor her children being able to find closure and say goodbye to you one last time.

Lyney and Lynette are trying to calm their shaking bodies, while Freminet is already on the verge of tears despite knowing how much Father dislikes crying children, but he can't help it. And Arlecchino could not blame him for once, because in the privacy of her office, she does the same thing. She longs for you to walk through that door, come behind her, and hold her, softly wiping the silent tears away, murmuring how it was okay for her to be vulnerable, and how it was all going to be okay since you two had each other.

Not anymore...

Children who enter the House of the Hearth after that are always greeted by a large painting of an unfamiliar person in the halls, questioning who it could possibly be. The only response they get is a head pat, a sad smile, and "someone who was very important to Lord Arlecchino."

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #more like arlecchino goodbye note cuz WHYYY #also im TOTALLY feeling you on that last line. especially after seeing the livestream it hurts me SO bad to skip navia #and to skip furina and clorinde. I WANT THEM ALL SOOOO BAD.#but im trying to c6r1 arlie so sacrifices have to be made 😭😭#also im sorry for throwing in the three siblings here I HAD to i just love reader parenting them sm #ALSO yes i need to know her real name sooooo badly. 😭 i just know its gonna be beautiful though

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ceilidho · 3 months

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Hey! I think youre an amazing writer and i really look up to you. Ive been reading your works since reylo, you inspired me to write my own reylo stuff. I think youre wonderful and could read your works over and over again. I was just wondering if I could ask you advice. I'm trying to get into writing second person pov fanfic, but I'm terrible at it. I can write it from third person or first person no problem. I was wondering if you had any tips.

oh thank you, i really appreciate that!!! and im so glad you're giving writing a shot!! honestly it's so tough to actually make the decision to sit down and write something and then show it to other people (and it's very scary and kind of humbling as you get better and better and look back at your old work haha) so that's so awesome!!

i actually wrote so much beneath this so i needed the "read more" lmaooo

actually, i'll tell you what, when you first transition from writing 1st or 3rd person to writing in 2nd person, it feels weird and abnormal, but i've actually grown to love 2nd pov. i just love the way it sounds in my head when i'm constructing a sentence. and tbh there's actually not a huge difference from writing 1st and 2nd pov in my opinion.

like my general thoughts around 2nd pov are:

obviously since it's an internal dialogue (like the perspective is rooted in the person you're writing from rather than some omniscient 3rd pov), while you can still describe what's happening on the main character's face ("you purse your lips" "you frown, annoyed" etc), it's still coming from their perspective, so there's a level of depth there that other characters around them don't have. like Price in my western fic is a bit more mysterious on account of him not being a narrator figure in the story.

if you're using 2nd pov because you're writing an x reader fic, and you want to keep your reader character quite neutral, ensure that you're avoiding big descriptors like skin colour, hair texture/length, body size (unless you're specifically writing a fat reader or a reader with a specific body type, in which case, go wild!), height, etc. your reader character is never going to be 100% neutral, but just pay attention to any descriptors you add and you can make sure they're as neutral as can be.

this is probably obvious, but you don't have to start every sentence with "you did x" or "you said y" or whatever. you can still be loose and flexible with your sentences like you might be in a 3rd person narration. like, i'll take apart a paragraph from my fic and highlight where i've added the "you/your" pov:

The worry making your body tense and stiff finally releases once you’re alone. You curl up on the bed without pulling down the sheets or taking your dress off. The journey's left you weak, sapped of energy. Worn down to your base elements. Hardly unexpected after what you’ve gone through, after leaving behind a cooling body two states away. The days since have left you sick with worry, nerves shot when you consider how the authorities will look to you first, the maid, and find in your absence all the answers they need.

notice that i only started one sentence with "you" here. i think some people mistake using 2nd pov for thinking that the entire story/fic has to be a direct narration of what the character is doing (i.e. "you walk to the end of the hall and then you sit down. you notice a silver bullet on the table near you. you pick it up.") but that's not the case.

the narration is coming from this character, yes, but it's also still a story. this is hard to describe, but there's almost a weird, unconscious 3rd pov in the story at the same time, like you're looking down at this narrator and you're speaking through them, but you still have some externality. in order to tell an evocative, interesting story, you HAVE to know and notice at least a bit more than your narrator consciously does.

this kind of mirrors real life in a way actually because your brain picks up a lot of information that you as a person don't consciously absorb. it's why humans are able to have quick reflexes and dodge/duck things or whatever without realizing what they're doing. (look up "unconscious perception"). you can do this with 1st pov as well, but 1st pov is very useful for stream of consciousness stories or really getting into a character's head. 2nd pov is still governed by that narrator character, but it's picking up on other details and information in the surrounding environment.

anyway i hope this is in any way helpful haha - it's how i like to think of writing in 2nd pov!

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agaypanic · 8 months

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OMG CAN I REQUEST Soemthing?! so imagine rory keaner x reader but reader is friends or related to benny in some way and she also practices magic like benny does and she thinks rory being a vampire is so cool but he thinks her being a wizard is so cool and its just 2 dorks silently in love but maybe reader is accidentally a little cold to rory so theres a miscommunication of sorts? sorry if I worded this weird

Rory Keaner With Benny's Spellcaster Sister Headcanons

Masterlist

Request Something!

A/N: i was planning to do an actual fic but i had no idea how to start it so im doing headcanons instead, hope that’s ok

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Being Benny’s little sister, you’ve known Rory as long as Benny has

You had always been the little sister that had a crush on her brother’s best friend

As you’ve all grown up, you learned how to hide the big crush you had on the blonde boy

You lay in bed, trying to shake all the exhaustion from school off when there was a knock on the door. You groaned before grumbling that the person could come in and rolling over to see who it was.

“Hey, the guys are gonna come over in like an hour.” Your brother Benny said, leaning on the door frame.

“Okay.” You rolled back over, expecting him to leave. Not hearing the door close, you were ready to yell at Benny for not closing it when he left, just to find that he was still in your room. Begrudgingly, you sat up and looked up at him. “Anything else, Benny?”

“Yeah, could you maybe…” Benny sighed, taking a seat on the side of your bed. “Could you maybe not be so weird around Rory?”

You laughed, hoping that the heat rising to your cheeks from the mention of him wasn’t evident.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, Y/n.” Benny rolled his eyes. “You know what I’m talking about. Every time you see him, you practically avoid him like he’s the plague.”

“Nuh-uh.” He raised his brow, looking at you with a look that said he wasn’t buying it. You sighed, leaning back on your headboard. “I don’t really see why it’s any of your business.”

“Because I don’t know why, but he gets sad whenever he sees you leave. He probably thinks you hate him or something.”

“I don’t hate Rory, Benny.”

“Yeah, I know that. Believe me, I know that.” Benny got up and went to leave. You yelled at him to come back to close your door, but he didn’t answer or sound like he was coming back. Grumbling about what a brat he was, you finally got out of bed. But before you could close the door, Benny’s face popped out from behind it. “But I don’t think Rory knows.”

Yea, maybe avoiding Rory wasn’t the best idea, especially since he was always around

When Rory became a vampire and you and Benny found out you can do magic, things changed

He just became even more attractive to you; you didn’t think that was possible

“It’s honestly messed up that vampire venom makes you good-looking.” You muttered to Erica and Sarah while you grabbed some books from your locker, looking down the hall. “He already had that cute dorky look, and now he’s a hot dork.”

“Can I pretend we’re talking about someone who’s not Rory?” Erica asked. “Someone who’s actually hot.” You ignored her, still focusing on Rory, who was talking enthusiastically to Benny and Ethan.

“When he smiles, he doesn’t even try to hide his fangs. It’s so cool.”

“And dangerous.” Sarah reminded. “If people find out what he or we are, there’s no telling what they’ll do to us.”

“He’s so pretty when he smiles.” You shut your locker and leaned against it, still watching it. “What do you think they’re talking about?”

“Probably having a dork-off,” Erica responded before walking away.

Unbeknownst to you, Rory thought the same thing about you and your magic

It made Benny sick, the way Rory always talked about you

“She’s so cool, guys! She’s, like, so good at magic.”

“I’m better.” Benny sneered, but Rory just brushed him off.

“And she’s pretty. I mean, Y/n was always pretty. But there’s something about her taking down a demon or something with some magic that makes her even prettier!” Rory looked down the hall at you, watching you talk to Erica and Sarah with a dreamy smile. “It’s like she cast a spell on me, man.”

“Rory, you’ve gotta shut up about my sister.”

“Aw, come on, Benny. They’re in love.” Ethan teased, making Benny groan and Rory widen his grin.

“Yeah, Benny. Who can deny the Ror-ster?”

“For the good of my sanity, hopefully Y/n.”

As if you could ever deny Rory of anything

Sometimes you still avoided him because you were scared of embarrassing yourself or something

You did it way less than you did when you were younger, but Rory still noticed every time you did

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore

Ethan had everyone over at his house to play some games, a usual occurrence. Especially when his parents were out for the night. On the agenda for tonight was pizza, popcorn, and Clue.

“I call Plum!” Rory yelled from the kitchen while his popcorn cooked. You took the purple piece out, setting it on the table close to where he usually sat.

“As if you could be a professor.” Erica joked, grabbing the red piece to be Ms. Scarlet.

“To be fair, it’s an alias.” Ethan reminded, taking a bite of his pizza before shuffling the cards.

“Yeah, but we all saw the movie,” Rory said, returning to the living room with a fresh bowl of popcorn. “He was a therapist or something. That’s close to a professor, right?”

“Not really, Rory.” For some reason, instead of sitting in his regular spot, Rory made his way to you and sat next to you on the couch. Almost instantly, you stood up, deciding to go to the kitchen to get food so you wouldn’t just be standing for no reason. You glanced behind you and saw Rory’s eyes following your movements, looking a bit dejected. When you came back, you dropped your plate of food on the table. “I, uh, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” Then you sped out of the room and up the stairs.

Sitting on the side of the bathtub, you could’ve hit yourself. You probably just made everything so awkward, running off just because your crush was sitting next to you. And Rory looked so sad; it made you feel horrible. But it’s not like you could explain why sometimes you still ran off when he got close to you.

“It’s fine. It’ll be fine.” You muttered to yourself. “By the time I come back, he’s not gonna care. I’ll go back down, and we’ll have fun, and then me running off won’t even matter.” The pep talk ended with you getting up and leaving the bathroom. Walking down the hall, you were startled by someone popping up on the stairs. “Oh! Hey, Rory.”

“Hey.”

“Watcha doing?” You couldn’t just leave; he was blocking you from going too far down the staircase by standing in the middle.

“Waiting for you,” Rory answered somewhat shyly. “I wanted to ask you about something.” You became nervous, having an idea about what he wanted to know.

“Okay.”

It took him a while to muster the courage to ask you his question.

“Do you not like me or something?” You knew it was coming, but that didn’t take away any of the guilt you felt from hearing his question. The look of confusion and sadness on Rory’s face didn’t help.

“Of course, I like you, Rory.” You laughed nervously, taking a few steps down the stairs. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

“Well, I mean, maybe it’s just my imagination, but I think you keep avoiding me or something. Like, just now, I sat down next to you, and you immediately got up and left.”

“I wanted food.”

“Yeah, but it was like you were repulsed by me, Y/n.”

“Rory, it’s not like that at all.”

“Then what’s it like?”

“I like you, okay!” You slapped your hand over your mouth after you revealed the truth. Luckily, it sounded like the rest of your friends were still talking amongst themselves. Rory stared blankly at you, and you realized it would probably be best to explain further so he’d stopped having that cute, confused look. “God, I think I’ve liked you since we met. But I didn’t know how to handle being around you without overthinking, so I’d avoid you. And then, when we all got our powers or whatever, I liked you even more, but I knew I couldn’t keep avoiding you. I guess that old habits die hard, though.”

Rory still stared, trying to register your words, and you felt like throwing up. You ruined everything more than you thought you could have. You should’ve just lied, saying it was something else keeping you away from Rory and not the fact that you had the biggest crush on him. You’d never recover from this. You’d have to run away from Whitechapel and start a new life.

But then Rory started to smile up at you. That pretty smile with those pearly white fangs.

“You like me?” He asked in a quiet but elated voice. You nodded, and he laughed in relief. “Dude, I’ve had a crush on you for years! It made me, like, miserable whenever you’d run away or not talk to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Rory.” You said, stepping down until you were standing on the step above him, now matching heights. Rory touched your waist, suddenly feeling much closer than a second ago.

“Well, at least you’re not running away now.” He grinned, and you mirrored his expression before leaning into him. His smile faded away so he could kiss you properly. His arms wrapped around you while yours went around his neck, bringing each other closer. “You’re my favorite spellcaster,” Rory whispered against your lips.

“You’re my favorite vampire.” You whispered back before kissing him again.

“And you two are my least favorite people right now.” Benny startled you, clearly disgusted by the sight in front of him. The rest of your friends followed behind him, stopping to look at you with faces that ranged from disgusted to amused.

“Looks like it’s Professor Plum and Mrs. Peacock making out on the staircase.” Sarah laughed lightly, then harder at Ethan and Benny’s expressions. They were both disturbed and grossed out: Benny for watching his little sister kiss one of his best friends and Ethan for having to see two of his friends make out on his staircase.

#rory keaner x reader #rory keaner headcanons #rory keaner #my babysitter's a vampire x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #agaypanic

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sundropdaevon · 1 year

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IM CHANGKYUN - CONFESSION

he's just chill

was probably enjoying being single until he got a glance at you in a hotel he was staying at for vacation

boi was hooked

he tried to follow you in the midst of the hotel bar's crowd

then, he caught up to you

grabbing your wrist and twirling you around as the music was matching the atmosphere between you two

that's when he truly fell for you

yeah, cliche but its the romantic side of kyunnie, c'mon!

so from there, he tried to ask you out

you didn't have anything tying you down to say no to him, so you said yes (i swear if you'd say no to him grrr)

starting from that night, you two always went out on dates

he was trying to get to know you and you the same

and everytime, he falls for you even harder

he'd become clingy and would start to joke and tease you

you could say that from all those dates you had with him, he had built up his confidence to really ask you out to court you until you agree to become his

hed probably realize that when he's on a date with you tho

then hed suddenly say, "oh y/n, i have somewhere else i need to be"

you'd be shocked because of the speed when he ran out the doors

youd be there dumbfounded and just paid for the bill and went home

After a few weeks, hed be out of reach most of the time

Yeah, another cliche romantic stupidity, but how else can Changkyun prepare if you're going to keep buzzing his phone

So, he has no choice but to turn it off frequently within the whole week

Also, for sure he's going to choose to talk to you rather than achieving his main goal to surprise you

And then, he called

You were surprised to see his name with the ringing on your phone

You answered it and he told you to come to the hotel where you first met, but this time, the event hall

You knew it was an event, so you went there all dressed up, right for the occassion that awaited you

When you got to the doors of the event hall, you looked around the room

Flowers were scattered, lights were dimmed, only the fairy lights remained on

And in front of you was a carpet leading to the man behind all this

IM CHANGKYUN

you started walking towards him and he did too

You both met in the middle of the isle-like way, now staring intensely at each others eyes

You could feel the love that Kyunnie has for you, that luring stare, the agaped lips, and his whole outfit just matching everything

As you observed him, breaking the staring contest you two had, eyes wandering to his hands

From observation, you could tell that he's nervous

You took his hands out of initiative and carressed them

He couldn't talk, so you tried to guide him

"So, what were you going to say to me?"

"Uhm, uhhh...i- i"

"You?...what?"

"Damn it! I like you y/n!"

"Yeah, seems like it"

"Do you not like me too?" Boi would start to have tears in his eyes, so far from the character that he wants to embed in your mind

"Is this why you were not answering my calls and messages?" You tried to avoid the question, somehow teasing IM because you were seizing the moment on him

"You're avoiding the question, you must not like me back...that's okay I can just pack up and you can bring home the food i prepared and maybe can we just go back to being fri-"

You cut him off, making his eyes widen and body frozen

"Screw it, stop talking! I like you too!" You shouted and kissed him intensely like you were so pissed from his babbling

Within the kiss, you could feel his hands go through your hair then on your neck and another to your waist, pulling you closer

You both then broke off with the kiss and gave each other reassuring smiles that this wasn't a dream, this was real

#fluff #kpop fluff #kpop #monsta x #monsta x fluff #monsta x x y/n #im chang kyun #im changkyun #changkyun #imagines #monsta x im changkyun #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #scenarios #monsta x x reader #changkyun x reader #changkyun x you #changkyun x y/n #kpop scenarios

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enassbraid · 1 year

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HII im request this, because i love ur writing sm<333

but what if akito x f!reader

but the readers a idol and shes kinda popular, so shes has a lot of boys hitting on her in school and akito gets jealous.

-> “𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞?”

He knew this would be a common occurrence when he started dating you… but do these guys seriously not see him holding your hand while they flirt?

With Akito Shinonome | Genre - fluff

Cw) cursing, mean jealous people boooo, jealous akito is not one of them

Akito knew what he was getting himself into. He had to after all. You- a popular idol known all around the country, who can be recognized from a mile away, with him, an average guy. You both went over it several times before it was made official, though you refused to let him refer to himself as “an average guy.”

You and Akito attempted to keep it on the low, but the paparazzi sees everything apparently. No amount of disguises and wigs could keep you hidden from at least one skeptical eye, even at an underground live house. But today the simple wig and glasses seemed to do the trick.

It took every ounce of self control in you to avoid cheering, not wanting your voice to get recognized. But when your boyfriend hit a perfect high note- you couldn’t help the loud cheer of enthusiasm and excitement you let out. A few heads turned, but they didn’t pay any mind until…

“Hey- you sound a lot like (Full Name), and now that I look at you-“ a random crowd member said. You couldn’t bear to keep listening, hoping if you ignored him he’d leave it be.

While he might have left it be in that moment, he was certainly determined to find out whether it was really you or not, even after the event ended. Going as far as to follow you backstage…

You immediately jumped on Akito once you saw him, praising him and how well he did on stage tonight. Of course praising his fellow group members, but mainly Akito. Giggles erupted from An as everyone watched the ginger go beet red. Assuming no one was around to see this, he tugged your wig off along with the net.

Your real locks fell into place like dominoes. ‘That’s better’ he thinks, preferring your natural self over any disguise you have.

The other members of Vivid Bad Squad already knew who you were, and found it less odd due to An’s connection with Haruka Kiritani. It felt a little surreal at first, but they’ve become accustomed to your presence over a short period of time. So of course you and Akito were okay with being open about your relationship around them.

As long as no other witnesses are around… which unfortunately wasn’t the case this time. The man’s camera snapped a bit, taking off before any of you could notice.

The next day was absolute hell.

All eyes were on you in the halls of Kamiyama High School. But not the same stares you usually got, no no no. These stares were full of… disgust. Did you do something that didn’t fit their image of you? Everything was normal yesterday, what happened since then?

Whispers grew louder the closer you got to a certain green eyed male. Louder… louder… louder… and louder.

“Was the idol status seriously not enough for them? They just have to have a boyfriend as well?”

“He’s gonna drag their reputation through the mud, just watch..”

“I bet I’m a better match for them.”

“They’re getting too spoiled…”

You kept your head low until you reached the one you were looking for, the only person you wanted to look for.

“We need to talk.” He said, keeping his head low just like you while still trying to look at you.

You followed him to an empty classroom, silently praying in your head this isn’t going to end up with a heart split in half. Dread filled your stomach the longer he took to talk.

He finally broke the silence. “People- no, someone saw us, last night. Took a picture and everything.”

Your eyes went wide with shock. You could have sworn no one was around, no one else but Akito and his teammates. Someone was there that whole time? Or just long enough to get a picture as evidence you and the street singer had a thing?

“And everyone saw it?” You asked.

Akito nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. He felt ashamed of himself. Everything he’s heard today revolved around your reputation- how he’s going to ruin it. Others going as far as to say you’re too good to even be in his presence. He can’t help but wonder now if these things are true.

You however, seem to notice his distress. You gently rubbed his cheek in a reassuring way. If there’s one good thing that’s come out of all this, it’s that you don’t need to be as wary about PDA anymore.

“Whatever happens next, we have each other, yeah?” You say, not needing any response from Akito to know he agrees.

You two give a look of reassurance to each other before walking out the classroom door, hand in hand. The whispers got louder, but neither of you cared. After all, in days time this will all be forgotten about. Hopefully.

For some reason, Akito felt more dread while he held your hand. Your touch was the most comforting thing in the world to him- but he couldn’t help but feel as if someone was plotting something. It was unnerving.

He’s grown used to the whispers, the stares, and even the direct remarks over the past few days. But today felt different. People were eyeing him more than they were eyeing you, and the whispers included his name more than usual.

“Is something wrong, ‘Kito?” You asked, concern written all over your face.

“Not really, just a bit annoyed. Wish these guys would just… shut up. You know?” Of course you knew. You probably knew more than him anyways, dealing with rumors for so many years.

You chuckled softly, distracting you enough for you to not notice a new presence approaching.

The guy looked like he was up to no good. His hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face set alarms off in Akito’s mind immediately. What could he possibly want with you, or him?

You seemed to finally notice him, turning your head and raising a brow. “Can I help you?” You asked with your typical idol facade.

“Actually, you can. You see there’s a party going on at my place tonight, and it’d be great if you came. I already told some people you’d be there with me, so I kinda need you to.”

‘Hell no’ Akito thought. It was wrong enough he told people you’d be there when you lost certainly weren’t, but the nerve to ask just you to this party in front of him? Your boyfriend? He knew what this guy was up to, and he didn’t like it.

“I don’t think I should be at any parties, especially with-“ Akito cut you off.

“They can’t go man, fuck off.” His tone was harsher than normal, emphasizing his point even more.

“Who do you think your telling to fuck off, Shinonome? Surely you don’t think they’re better off spending the evening with you?” The guy’s posture straightened even more, his stance seemingly gettin defensive.

“Actually I do think that. I don’t think they should go to any party of yours, especially without me. So if you’ll excuse us…” Akito tugged your hand, pulling you away from the commotion. It didn’t take a genius to know he was frustrated.

He didn’t care if it was the middle of the school day, you and him were going home. You two could use a break after the week you’ve had.

Quietly opening the front door to avoid alerting Ena, he made his way inside the house alongside you. Throwing off your shoes and hanging his bag, you made your way to the living room.

“I… I heard things about that guy… it took me a bit to realize it was him, but I knew it was as soon as he went on about that party.” Akito sighed and took a breath before continuing. “He messes with other guys by getting close to their partners… I know Someone in my class who’s girl cheated on him with that dude.”

You understood now, he wasn‘r frustrated cause the guy was trying to use you for a party, he was frustrated cause he was trying to take you from him. You took Akito’s hand for the nth time that day, rubbing small circles on the back with your thumb.

“I didn’t have any intentions on going with him, especially without you. I also have no intentions in ever leaving you, for anyone. You got that?” Akito nodded and let his head fall on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he was so jealous for, but he felt better now that his mind is clear.

“We had a long week, why don’t we take a nap here?”

“That sounds nice.” Akito replied. Already pulling you down with him on the couch before shutting his eyes. He didn’t seem to care you and guys were still in school uniform, and honestly that seemed to be the last of his concerns.

He couldn’t care less if he was sleeping in his school uniform. As long as you were next to him, it was okay.

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