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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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It’s The Way He… || #2

Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Dainsleif, Heizou, Itto, Kaveh, Xiao, Wanderer

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), injuries (Cyno), petnames (my love; Kaveh),

a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3

|| Pt. 1 ||

Alhaitham

It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.

"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"

Cyno

It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.

“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”

Dainsleif

It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.

“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”

Heizou

It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~

“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”

Itto

It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!

"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"

Kaveh

It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.

“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”

Wanderer

It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.

"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."

Xiao

It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.

“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”

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tigertale · 7 months

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A/N: I… I need to write this… Before the Rollo fever is gone…

• F!Reader; Rollo

• 〔　！〕Smut; Yander-ish theme (Not sure it is, anyways idk how to write yandere); Slight non-con? Not sure it can be even considered so; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

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"Will you be okay?" He flinched as he felt his fingers accidentally grazing hers when he went to grab another croissant, immediately recoiling back and trying to keep his detached persona up. She stared at him worryingly, tilting her head to the side, not thinking much about the slight and almost unnoticed touch she felt on her hand. But right now, he looked distressed as he coughed in his hands before he took his handkerchief and pressed it against his nose.

She saw him take a deep breath —probably to cool himself down, and with that supposition she went to grab her cup, a pinky up and her other hand under the decorated porcelain to support it as she brought it to her mouth. She should play his sudden awkwardness off, casually drinking her café au lait with closed eyes as she savored the warm drink, the one they always had together, as to allow him to pick himself back-up without the awkwardness of someone staring intensely at you.

After a while, she heard the sound of a cup being taken from its plate, signaling to her that he had taken his own beverage. "Sorry for this unsightly display." She hummed dismissively, pulling her cup down enough for her to shake her head. But her answer was not enough to dispel the shame overtaking him, she was dear to him after all, and he didn't want to risk blowing up the image he had tried so hard to build, the one he had worked hard on just for her. "As for your question… I do think that it'll be alright." Of course it'd be. It wasn't an event planned on the spur of the moment.

She breathed out with relief, putting her cup down and smiling at him with a fondness that he had grown to appreciate. Right, everything he had planned to do was all just for the two of them, even if she was unaware of the most important of his plans. But oh was she as sweet as the mercy Maria had offered him, and he knew that she would not hold any grudge towards him when she'd discover it — or perhaps was it his delusional wish whispering those sweet words in hopes that he wouldn't back down. "I'm glad to hear that. Although you seem a bit unsure, I trust you, Rollo." She pressed a hand against her chest, empathizing on the trust she had for him.

It was hard not to look up to him. For the Student Council President of the Noble Bell College to take her under his care despite her lack of magic, helping her with the consequent amount of school work given to them, and even allowing her to help him clean the gargoyles early in the morning before they would sit and enjoy the view with a cozy silence. Such kindness was rare, and she was grateful. This world may have been confusing for her, but with his presence, it was more than bearable, and she quickly got adjusted to it. If anything, she was glad that she ended up here instead of any other place.

She leaned her cheeks inside her palm as she closed her eyes with a dreamy smile. "Aah, I can't wait for that ball…" By the way she whispered the last word, it was clear that she looked up to the grand show he had planned and wanted to propose to the headmaster. "I've never been to one. You'll keep your first dance for me, right?" It was obviously a joke as she laughed and waved her hand dismissively right after, but Rollo couldn't help her proposition from lingering in his mind as he cut a piece of the croissant in his hands before eating it. While the ball was only a decoy for the much greater plan he had been working on for a while already, he only grew shy at the thought of dancing with her. Imagining her body cladded in the most beautiful gown as she would press her chest against him, the two of them partaking in that vile tradition under the gaze of those miscreants who would envy them.

"I'll take your request into consideration." Although he had already made up his mind. But she didn't know that and was only left with her mouth agape with surprise.

As if out of instincts, or more like he acted before thinking, he stretched out his hands and closed her mouth with a frown, which only made the two of them blush like teenagers experiencing their first love story. He didn't mean to do so, he just thought that her expression was unsightly, not fit for someone as merciful as her, and before he knew it one finger was under her chin and his thumb caressing her cheek. He quickly moved away, once again taking his handkerchief out and hiding the expression on his face. As for her, she timidly looked to the side, touching the spot where his thumb used to lay on her face. "Please, I'm sorry for this inappropriate gesture."

She turned back towards him, and he knew that the blood coloring his cheeks wouldn't go anytime soon as she nervously licked her bottom lips before biting on it. "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong." She meant it innocently, honestly expressing that she didn't take the gesture in a bad way, but his mind couldn't help but reel into much ill-suited thoughts.

"Is that so? Then I humbly thank you for your leniency." He held a small smile, not letting through the depraved wishes growing inside him. He had been holding himself for so long, the affection he held for her these past three years, only growing and twisting to fit those new immoral needs only sinners indulge. And unaware of that, she smiled back at Frollo, rejoicing in his change of facial expression, only managing to feel proud for making him smile.

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The same day, the news that Rollo's idea had been accepted was in everyone's mouth. All talking excitedly about the ball and wondering if bigger and more influential schools would accept their invitation and partake in the party. It was exciting, for a gathering of this size to be held on the very ground of their school, and the pride that came with it made them work hard for the entire month. The preparations went smoothly, both students and teachers alike enjoying the jovial atmosphere, enjoying the harmony in which the school seemed to have fallen into.

And the night before the ball, the students made one last round to check if everything was put together and ready to be shown to the foreign students coming to their school, all under the supervision of Rollo who looked over them diligently. The decorations were all put up, ingredients for the meals prepared and meticulously counted, and the clothes for the guests neatly folded and placed in a small chest by the Student Council President's office.

Everyone let out a deep breath once Rollo concluded everything was alright, wishing a restful night to one another as they parted ways to their dorms. She was about to do so, removing the dust in her hands by clapping them soundlessly, but was stopped by her friend who had stepped closer to her when she was focusing on something else. "Are you busy right now?" She blinked a few times, surprised by the question, but when she saw how his skin creased between his eyebrows, she immediately answered back.

"N-No, I—... I was just planning on going to bed." While stuttering at first, she managed to breath and calm herself down enough for her to say her sentence. Unlike how he would usually answer, a simple nod and called it a day, he instead approached her, closer than usual but not quite to the point that it would be indecent.

"Then I need you for a moment. Please follow me." She blinked a few times but immediately followed him once she saw that he had already started to move towards his office. She didn't know what he possibly needed, but she couldn't say no to him when he so rarely asked things out of her. She could at least do so.

And so, cluelessly, she walked behind him until they reached the room the headmaster had bestowed upon him so he could diligently performed his duty as the President of the Student Council. Once they stepped inside the office, her attention immediacy switched to the decorations in the room. While few in quantity, it was still her friend who chose them, and she was fascinated to see just what he had done to make the room more comfortable for him. By doing so, she failed to see him still standing by the door with tight lips, she could neither hear the soft click as he locked the door. She could not run away now, her fate sealed by his very hands, and it did not fail to make his heart skip a beat with excitement. Hopefully she would understand him. And if she couldn't, well... He'd just force her to.

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Chest now pressed against the table, face flushed and drooling on the table, he admired the way she seemed just pitiful under his administration. If he had known that he only needed his fingers to render her into this stupid and thoughtless state, he would have done so much earlier. How pathetic she appeared before him, wet both up and down there with that dumb look stuck to her warm face as she breathed heavily from the numerous climaxes she had had. And while he should be disgusted by this sinful sight… It only prompted him to slam a hand against her ass once more, watching as a colorful show of purple and red bloomed on her skin due to his ring scratching her skin, enjoying the cry leaving her lips, too tired to properly voice her complaints like when he had first done it.

But it wasn't enough, not for him who felt anger coursing through his body at the mere thought of all those mages —sinners— who'd step foot inside his domain, knowing that those fools would most definitely try to taint the purest being he had been given to seen to this day. And he couldn't let them do so. She was his. His to worship and protect. And with the fire growing inside him, he bent down so his chest could touch her back, his lips hanging right above her neck, breath hot and heavy against her skin.

Another whine left her mouth, but he didn't stop to listen to it as he pressed his lips on her neck, enjoying the way she was shivering under him, unaware of what he wanted to do. The first few seconds passed slowly as he merely kissed her skin over and over again as if addicted, but when he reached a spot right on her jugular, his lips switched with his teeth. What was a soft and sensual moment quickly morphing to something else as pain coursed through her body. Instead of a pleasured moan, one could hear the confusion and pain in her voice as she hissed and tried to move out of his grasp, but his weight was pinning her down and he held her hands back with fingers as strong as steel. She was lost, not knowing why he decided to make such a painful hickey where everyone could see it, but it was exactly what he had planned. He wanted for those mecreants to see that she was owned, for them to think twice before entertaining the thought of getting close to her. And the mere idea of it, imagining them with conflicted face as they would see the mark on her neck, only reminded him of the painful ache between his legs. Right, he had forgotten about that.

He didn't want to defile her just yet, wanting her to stay pure —for his twisted mind filled his brain with dreams of her standing before the altar and waiting for him in a white gown that hugged her chest perfectly, or the two of them in a dark room with only the setting sun seeping through the window and emphasizing her shapes. Or even her greeting him back from work with only a thin nightgown that teased him shamelessly— but maybe that he could try something else before claiming her body both inside out. They had gotten this far, she was creaming his fingers so mindlessly, even bucking into his hands despite him having told her not to seconds before with how fucked and cloudy her mind was.

So when he drew back from her neck, allowing her to finally breath, she was lost in her thoughts and didn't feel the hand moving between her hips and his, not feeling the way his fingers were struggling with his dress, not even sensing how his hips would buck clumsily. It wasn't until he moved his dick between her thighs did she realise what was happening.

She tried to turn around to see just what was going on, but the hand he used to free himself went to her head, keeping her face to the side. She was confused, maybe even scared as she felt something unsetlling growing in the pit of her stomach, but when she heard his heavy breath as he started to lazily rub his cock between her walls, it quickly got replaced by that familiar feeling of arousal. Maybe that she was as twisted as him, or maybe that her mind was still not in the right place after all those times she had cummed on his fingers, but she couldn't help it.

His breath stuttered when he felt her hips rolling back to his, trying her best to angle him so be could penetrate her once and for all instead of playing around. But he had none of it, continuing to tease himself but never once switching for something more intimate (although it was quite intimate already.) He was a stubborn man after all, if he ever set his goal on something, it was hard for him to ever abandon it. That was why he had even planned this ball, it was the very execution of a life-long idea he held close to his heart.

She whined under him, writhing as his cock was not enough to please her. The few times he would bump against her clit not stimulating enough for her to come just yet. And his pride swelled under her cries, growing and mixing with the pleasure he felt, effectively driving his mind off. The only thing that mattered was the growing heat in his stomach and the voice desperately calling for him to fuck her, and it only blurred out his vision, forcing him to close his eyes to better feel the assault of feelings moving his body against his will. It felt good, the softness of her skin surrounding his hard cock and her warmth teasing him each time he thrusted closer to her, smacking his hips against her ass and numbing their tender skin.

The coil inside him, the sudden warmth spreading from his lower stomach and haphazardly spreading inside his body down to his toes, threatening to spring free at any given moment drove him closer to the edge of the hill that his insanity was. It would only be a matter of time before this unhealthy fixation he had on her for these past years would finally eat him whole. And it did make him ponder whether he should come inside her, taking her off guard and offering her a life by his side — or more like forcing upon her. But when he felt the spasms slowly growing in force, he threw this idea away, instead hugging her close to him as his cum painted her stomach, still thrusting, albeit with a more sluggish pace, between her fold.

The shuddering of his body transferred to hers, making her pant as she felt the hot white droplets burning her skin. She whined, her numerous climax had successfully made her mind muddy, and tried to gain more friction from the limp cock between her legs. But she couldn't get much as a bright red hand mark appeared on the flesh of her ass cheek, a pained cry leaving her lips after he had slapped her with a frown on his face. She was too greedy, he had already made her come multiple times already yet constantly asked for more. He sighed as he took the band panties still hanging around her ankles, and pulled it up for it to hug her waist, trapping the cum clinging around her folds with it, her mewling and tired voice continuing to beg him in hopes of changing his mind. But when he set the skirt of the dress back in place, hiding any of the sinful traces of their activities, she eventually stopped, knowing that there was no need to try anymore.

His arm wrapped around hers, pulling her body up by tugging on it, but a hand immediately went to catch her shoulder as she fell into his chest. Her brain was still not properly functioning and her legs were aching, stopping her from keeping herself upright. Much to his dismay, instead of trying to walk, she nuzzled her face against his clothes, hugging herself closer to him. Although he was delighted to see the way she clinged to him — after all these countless nights wishing for her to finally realize that he was the only one she needed in this life, how couldn't he? — he couldn't help but be annoyed that she refused to move from their spot when they needed to get some kind of rest before greeting their guests in the next few hours.

Taking a deep breath to call his nerves, he pulled her arm around his shoulder and with the other pulled her waist closer so their sides could be pressed flush against one another. "Come sleep with me." He tried to compromise with her as a resort to move her somewhere. Not only was his room the closest right now, but a part inside him also rejoiced in sleeping with her even if doing so meant tainting them two. She hummed joyfully and followed quietly as he began to walk out of the office.

The casual intimacy falling between them didn't fail to create new fantasies inside his mind. If anything, he hoped that this school year would end fast so that the two of them could walk down to the altar. He couldn't wait anymore for her to finally become his.

(The fact that I'm posting a Rollo fic after Malleus made me laugh ngl lol)

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unseededtoast · 4 months

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller x F!oc

Part One

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

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a/n: Thank you for checking out this story! This is by far one of my favorites that I've ever written and I am beyond ecstatic to finally be able to share it with you all. I will be uploading a new part every week, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged! Once again thank you so much!

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Upbeat music sounds through the house, bright sunshine beaming through the open windows. The crisp breeze whips in every few seconds, blowing the sheer curtains and cooling the house. It all makes it seem more real that summer is finally here. I lightly bob my head to the beat, enjoying the first day of warmth and excited for our first cookout of the year. I hear a few of the guests in the back yard already, laughing and clinking bottles together.

I turn around and open the freezer door, grabbing the ice tray off the top shelf and breaking up the frozen water inside, so that I can dump the cubes into the glass pitcher sitting on the kitchen counter. The ice clings as it falls to the bottom of the pitcher, and I go to fill it with water to finish the lemonade. With another gust of wind, the smell of grilled burgers floats in, making me all too excited to get back out there.

The doorbell rings out and I quickly turn the water off so that the lemonade doesn't overflow into the sink. I set the pitcher off to the side and dry my hands on the towel laying on the counter. Quickly, I make my way to the door and open it, greeting the next arrivals with a wide smile on my face.

"Thank you guys for coming, please make yourselves at home! I think the burgers are just about done out back." I say and close the door behind them, grabbing a dish from my friend's full hands and placing it on the counter. Her daughter toddles through the house, mumbling about something that's apparently very important to her. I smile softly at the little girl and turn my attention to my friend, who I haven't seen in forever. Her husband quickly finds his way to the back yard with the other guests.

"Sorry we're late, someone did not want to wear shoes today." She breathily laughs, setting down a diaper bag as she watches her daughter walk around the house.

"I understand, shoes are a pain." I joke with her and open the fridge to grab a chilled bottle. I hand the wine cooler to her and she pops the cap, taking a sip. I look at my friend, who I notice looks tired and stressed, more than usual. There are dark circles under her eyes and her hair is haphazardly thrown up into a bun. Her appearance is out of character for her, she's typically always primped and dressed for the occasion.

"Tell me about it. I was half tempted to just let her come barefoot. How's Lucas?" She asks about my son, taking another sip. I turn my head to look out the back door, seeing my son being held by my husband.

"He's loving all the attention out there, that's for sure. How are things going, Lisa? I feel like I haven't seen you since last year." I inquire, casually grabbing the lemonade pitcher and setting it beside the veggie tray I took from her. She sighs,

"Things have been better. John has been working more hours lately. Which is fine, it's just that I feel like I never sleep anymore." She tries to joke, but I can sense the exhaustion in her. Her husband works as a physician at a local hospital, and has been on call for the past two weeks. I offer her a small smile and put a hand on her shoulder,

"You and little miss Amelia are welcome here anytime. Lucas would enjoy the company and I know you'd enjoy the rest. I mean it, I don't mind watching her." I tell her, knowing that she will likely never take me up on the offer. Lisa doesn't like to impose on people, though she wouldn't be imposing at all.

"I appreciate it Noelle, thank you." She nods gratefully. Amelia finds her way to the back door and puts her slobber-covered hands on the glass, mumbling nonsense but making it clear she wants out there with everyone else. I laugh at her silliness and balance the veggie tray in one hand and grab the lemonade in the other.

"I think Amelia wants to get out there. Feel free to just relax, we can watch over her. Enjoy yourself, mama." I say and make my way to the backdoor and expertly open it with my elbow. Amelia squeals and runs out onto the grass with the other kids.

Lisa goes to sit on the couch, taking another drink, and I close the door behind me. I set the veggie tray down on a foldable table where the other side dishes are and place the cold lemonade beside the other beverages. The burgers smell amazing and I can't help but glance over to the grill to see if they're done yet. To my disappointment, they're not ready, so I walk over to my husband Ryan, who has Lucas in his arms.

"Do you want me to take him?" I ask, knowing that even though Lucas is a small kid, he gets quite heavy after a while. Ryan nods and hands him off to me, kissing me on the forehead before he goes to grab a beer out of the cooler. Lucas lays his head on my shoulder and I can tell he's ready for his afternoon nap.

I go back in the house to find Lisa chilling on the couch, her drink empty in hand and her head resting back on the cushion with her eyes closed. Quietly, I make my way to Lucas' room and lay him down in bed. Of course, as soon as he's on the mattress he's starts to throw a fit, because he's so obviously not tired.

"Shhh, it's okay." I soothe him, running a hand through his short hair and tucking a light sheet around him while he curls his tiny little hand around my fingers. He always likes to be holding someone's hand as he falls asleep, I think it must be some sort of security thing for him. And thankfully, he's out in just a few minutes. Skillfully, I wiggle my hand from his grasp and close his door softly, hoping he'll sleep for at least an hour or two.

Lisa is now sitting up on the couch, her elbows resting on her knees as she leans forward, listening intensely to whatever is on. Something on the TV must have caught her attention.

I go to the fridge and grab a drink, wanting to indulge a little since Lucas is down for a nap. The words on the TV pique my interest, and I go to sit beside Lisa, who only glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Los Angeles is the latest city to be placed under Martial Law. The number of confirmed deaths has now passed two hundred. And according to a leaked report from the World Health Organization, recent vaccination attempts have failed." The reporter seems uptight and rigid as she speaks. Absentmindedly, I take another sip of my drink, feeling uneasy about what I'm hearing. The upbeat music from the yard starkly contrasts the severity of what's on the television.

The news broadcast switches to a helicopter view of Los Angeles and shows a temporary military camp being set up. Large armored trucks line the streets and soldiers instruct people where they need to go. There's smoke in the air from fires that have been set, and it looks like some foreign, war-torn country.

"What do you think of all this?" My voice is unusually hoarse as I take in the images before me. There have been reports of some sickness going around, mainly in the bigger cities, far enough from here to make us feel safe, for now. But seeing the devastation and panic of those in New York, Detroit, and now Los Angeles is making me more uneasy about the whole thing.

"I don't like it. John says we shouldn't worry about it. Whatever it is, they'll find a cure for it soon. He says he hasn't seen anything come through the hospital yet and that we're okay. But I don't know, I can't help but worry, you understand." Lisa's voice is soft, but serious. She tears her eyes away from the screen and looks to me as she finishes her sentence, and I nod my head.

"I understand. Ryan says the same thing. But we aren't that far from Detroit, really. I mean what, a few hours by car? I told him we should at least stock up on some canned goods, just in case." I say, knowing that we share the same anxiety about this mysterious sickness. The back door slides open quickly,

"Burgers are done!" Ryan's voice calls out into the house, snapping Lisa and I out of our contemplation. I clear my throat and take another drink before standing and offering Lisa my hand. She takes it and I help her up as well, and we both go outside, trying to forget what we just saw on the screen.

We join the others in the back yard and Lisa makes quick work to fix Amelia a plate. I urge others to get a plate before I do, feeling unnerved from the news report. After everyone goes through the line, I grab a plate as well, but can only bring myself to put some fruit on it, and that's just for show.

I join Ryan at the patio table and he's tucking into his burger with all the fixings. I take another drink and try my absolute best to act perfectly normal and unperturbed. Ryan swallows and looks between my plate and my face, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"Only fruit?" I nod my head, knowing it's out of my usual to not load up with a burger, chips, and some type of sweet.

"Just not feeling too well." I passively offer as an explanation and take a strawberry into my mouth. He takes another bite of his burger, keeping his eyes on me. I know he can see through my lie, but I know he won't push it in front of people. He puts a hand on my thigh and gives it a squeeze, and I place my hand on top of his.

I take another strawberry and look out into our back yard, seeing Amelia happily nibbling on a bun Lisa gave her. Another little kid sits beside Amelia, Ethan is his name, and he is content with his bowl of chips his mother gave him. Ethan's mother, Rebecca, met Lisa and I at a birthing education group a few years back and we all clicked together instantly. Rebecca's husband, Tim, fit right in with our husbands as well.

Others mill about the yard, associates of Ryan who I don't know very well, but they're friendly enough and I don't mind them. I've never been able to connect with them too well, seeing as there's a sizable age gap between me and the majority of them. Plus, they're all lawyers and I'm a florist, there's not much common ground between the two. Sometimes I wish I had more in common with Ryan's friends, but over time I've accepted that it's okay for us to have differences.

My eyes drift from the people to my flower beds, which are all manicured to perfection. Luckily, all the flowers are vibrant and full, adding more life to the yard it sometimes lacks in the colder months.

After a while, I go about collecting plates and cleaning up the food as the sun begins to disappear behind the horizon. Ryan is entertaining a newly energized Lucas as Lisa and I pack away the leftovers and hunt out the s'mores supplies. No Allen family cookout is complete without s'mores.

I turned the television off as soon as we started bringing things in, not being able to bear the words and images that were sure to be there. If I can just push those thoughts from my mind for another couple hours and make sure people enjoy the cookout, then I can worry about it for the rest of the night after they leave.

Lisa hands me a platter of leftover burgers to put in the fridge and breaks the silence,

"Your flowers are beautiful this year, I really like the tulips you have here." She compliments my fresh pink tulips on the counter. I had picked them this morning before everyone got here so they looked their best. I smile, appreciating the compliment.

"Thank you, I tried to pick the best ones. You can take those with you if you want. I have plenty." I say, motioning to the backyard. It's true, I have an abundance of flowers to choose from, and I want Lisa to have something nice for herself, she deserves it.

"Oh no, I couldn't. You worked hard on those." She dismisses with a wave of her hand, but I give her a stern look.

"Lisa, please take the flowers or I will make sure John takes them." I say, pushing the vase across the counter to her. She knows she's not going to win this argument and concedes, taking the vase in her hands.

"Thank you, Noelle." Her voice is quiet, and I give her a nod.

"Don't mention it. Now let's get these kids full of sugar before bed!" I laugh and hand her some of the s'mores ingredients to take out.

A few of the men had started the fire and have it at a nice height, it should last us long enough to get the s'mores made and for people to say their goodbyes for the night. I hand out the skewers and place the ingredients on the foldable tables, allowing people to help themselves.

Lucas waddles over to me with a marshmallow in his tiny hand, and I smile, knowing he wants me to toast it for him. I grab him in my arms and take his marshmallow, placing it on a skewer before sitting us on a chair close to the fire. Lucas is on my lap as I watch the marshmallow to ensure I don't burn it, but toast it perfectly for him. Lucas is kind of a marshmallow snob, he won't eat one that's been burnt or under-toasted, he only wants the golden-brown ones.

After rotating the marshmallow with patience, I think it's finally good enough for his standards. I grab it off the skewer and blow on it so that he doesn't burn his mouth on the hot sugar. His hands reach towards it, but I lean away to cool it off as much as possible. I can tell he's getting frustrated, and so as soon as I'm sure it's an acceptable temperature, I give it to him. He wastes no time in shoving it in his mouth, a wide, gummy smile on his face with tiny little teeth barely visible.

I watch him lovingly, enjoying seeing him so happy with something so simple. As Lucas finishes his marshmallow, some people begin filtering out for the night. I wave goodbye to them and take Lucas inside to clean him up before bed. His hands and face are sticky with marshmallow fluff, and the last thing I want is for him to touch everything in his reach and get everything coated in stickiness.

I set him up on the counter beside the sink and grab a fresh rag, wetting it lightly so I can get the gross off of him. Rebecca, Tim, and Ethan are the next ones to leave, and I wish them a safe drive home, and thank them once more for coming. Lisa, John, and Amelia are the last ones to leave, and I make sure Lisa takes the tulips with her despite her protests.

After Lucas is cleaned up and Ryan has tidied the back yard, I'm ready for bed. My eyelids are heavy with sleep, and I can't wait to get underneath my warm covers. Lucas fights his bedtime as per usual, but finally lays down for me after minutes of whining.

I close his door and turn off the main lights in the house and ensure the night lights are on, just in case Lucas gets up in the night and needs to get to our room. I rub my eyes as I enter my bedroom and go to the bathroom to do my nightly routine. Ryan is already in bed, flipping through channels to find something.

I rush through my routine and get underneath the covers, sighing with relief as I feel my spine decompress from the day. Rolling over into Ryan's side, I rest my head on his shoulder and look at the television screen. Immediately, I'm displeased with what I see. A bold headline is front and center and it reads 'Death Toll Rises, When Will This End?'. Luckily the TV is on mute so I can't hear what the news reporter is saying.

"I think we need to stock up on things tomorrow. I don't like how this is looking." I say, standing my ground this time. Ryan can believe whatever he wants about this sickness, but I won't risk Lucas going without food or any necessity if things get bad.

"First thing in the morning we can go." Ryan's voice is raspy, and he turns the TV off, not bothering to watch anything else. He adjusts his position and pulls me into him, kissing me goodnight before he rolls over to turn off his bedside lamp.

I cuddle into his side, enjoying the safety I feel in his arms and close my eyes, ready to fall asleep. As I feel myself drifting off, I hear muffled sirens in the distance.

Part Two

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fcknstar · 1 year

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hi babe! yup i do actually! i just havent really thought of any ideas, so itd be a pleasure for me to work on your imagine request! but yes, if youd like, i can think of some soon! /// I'm glad you write dark stuff... could you write about harry being a stalker, obsessive, needy, possessive and jealous of the reader? (female reader)

hihi!! thank you for the request, the ending has mentions of bj and if you dont like it you can skip that! im not entirely sure if youll like this but here you go! i might do a redo to this, not entirely sure tho.

,, our own needs "

harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : when i got the request, i was quite excited. its abit challenging but it was fun to work on nonetheless! this is my very very first time writing smut btw!

warnings : possession/obsession/stalker-like-behaviour/needy/jealous harry osborn (thats a mouthful, literally) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! , oral sex (m receiving) , masturbation , slight peter parker x reader , lmk if i missed some.

**lowercase intended**

harry seemed like a normal ceo, one that looks strict with a constant expression on which was hardly ever readable. you, being his assistant hardly ever got to know harry. you were just carrying out your job and wanted to get it over quick. harry has 'thrown' himself onto you multiple times, but you were quick to dismiss it thinking that he was probably joking around wanting to keep things professional with him.

what you didnt know was that harry liked you, a lot. probably too much that he knows every detail in your life, what you liked, what you hated, who dated you and so on. what didnt help was the his penthouse was opposite your apartment. he basically saw everything that happened as your apartment was a level lower from his.

" f-fuck, (y/n) " harrys hips buckled into his fist. he tried his hardest to contain his moans, but the images of you changing clouded his mind edged further into his climax. it wasnt his first time masturbating at the thought of you naked, on top of him and tearing him apart or pictures of you that he took without your acknowledgement. he knew hed be damned if you were to find out about his dirty little secrets. as much as he wants to destroy you, he cant help but find himself crumble under your touch.

he didnt know whether it was his hormones changing or the way you knew how to get him weak on his knees. what really did it for him was when you came to work in those filthy black dress that hugged your figure perfectly. the way he had to hold himself back and learn self control before he could even rip your dress apart to fuck you deep and slow, show you who you belong to. but again, it was only his imagination of you that kept him going. as much as he wanted to keep things professional between you both, he couldnt help but imagine the drama and mess that could happen if you found him moaning your name while touching his needy self or worse, someone walking into the whimpering mess you are while harrys in you.

while harry felt a knot deep in his stomach, he saw a cctv camera from his desk, you and someone walking towards the entrance of his office. cursing under his breathe, he had to quickly clean and zip himself up knowing how embarrassed he would be if you and someone foreign were to see him fucking his fist. he felt deeply uncomfortable not being able to release such pain and pleasure he was currently feeling. and there you walked in, with peter parker. right, he was deep in thought of you that he had forgotten his appointment with peter.

" sir, peter parker. " you had missed the way his gaze faltered when you addressed him so highly. the way your voice intoxicated him that he knew he was about to cum on the spot. swallowing harshly and walking towards you and peter not realizing how wobbly he was, knocked down a vase of his desk.

" m sorry, just abit clumsy right now " harry let out a breathy laugh when he saw you walking towards him with such concern in your eyes.

" you okay? " again, it wasnt like he didnt get enough attention from everyone, but the way you showed such sweet concern towards him made him want more. when he saw you kneeling down to help clean the shattered glass, he felt his heart beat faster and vision beginning to blur out. 'so this is how she looks like..' he thought.

but once you picked up a piece of glass, harry stopped you. insisting that he was able to call a cleaner up to clear the mess. nodding, you left the two boys alone.

" bye peter " you gave a little wave towards peter. peters gaze softened, seemingly pleased that you acknowledged him. harry didnt like the way peters gaze followed you out of the door. for a man who got everything in his life, he seemed very jealous of peter. you had never seen peter in your life, and now you are all over peter? waving goodbye to him?

turning around to face harry, peter was quick to notice harrys hard look.

" my assistant, shes very.. " as harry was about to compliment every part of you, wanting to make it clear that you are his and his only, peter cuts him off.

" very beautiful. " harry merely let out a nod, feeling abit too tense. harry and peter had a long conversation about harrys new military body armor that he was going to work on.

when peter walked out of the door after talking to harry, he bumped into you.

" hi. " peter breathed out. he didnt know your name, remembering that you were only referred to as harrys assistant. the only reason why harry didnt want to mention your name was because he felt the need to protect such an angelic name, and wanted to be the only one to moan it while thinking about you.

" hi peter. " you greeted back. it felt as if peter was in a trance when he didnt say anything. laughing quietly, you went around peter to get into harrys office. but before you could even get to it, peter stopped you. you felt your whole body tense up when you felt peters hand touch your stomach. you knew how attractive peter was upon meeting him, how slim and built he was. how gentle his hand touched you. looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow.

" your name? "

" oh, (y/n). " peter voiced your name out repeatedly in his mind. when peter placed his hand down, you were about to walk past him when he stopped you again.

" heres my number, i want to get to know you more. " it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. when he placed the crumpled paper with his number in your palm, he smiled when you didnt reject it.

" will do. " you whispered, waving him goodbye.

walking into harrys office, you notice him drinking down a shot of alcohol. it was barely five and hes already drinking.

when harry felt a presence behind him, he turned.

" oh, its you " he didnt mean to come off as rude but the images of you and peter interacting outside his office infuriated him. he was always watching you.

" uhm, yea its me? anyways, i was about to inform you that you have nothing else planned for the day. " you looked up from your tablet, making sure you got it right. harry caught on to your first sentence, he heard how hurt you were but it was probably just his imagination.

nodding in acknowledgment he walked towards you. when he was close enough, he cant help but smell the cherry scent you had on. grabbing the tablet off your hand and placing it on the nearby desk, he let his hand fondle with your arms, rubbing it slowly. harrys love eyes for you had turned to something more than that and was jealousy-drunk despite drinking. harry needed a few shots to make the alcohol take effect, so he was moderately sober.

he let his mind wild free and began holding you close to him and began swaying from side to side to the nonexistent music. being confused, you pulled away, your action angering harry.

" sir, i don't think itd be- "

" shh. all i need is you, so please " harry had barely rasped out. he didnt care about anything as his only focus was on you.

" you can tell me to stop if you dont want it, okay? " harry began to hold you, resting his right arm on your head, playing with your hair, with his other hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles.

and there you were, letting your guard down. you didn't realize how much you liked harry, to blinded in the duties of work. when he felt you lean into his touch, he couldnt help but smile, planting kisses on the crown of your head.

harrys lips then moved towards your cheek, planting a peck. you didnt know what you wanted at the moment, too unsure about the consequences if you let this continue, but you were also dazed to care as the man you wanted dearly was finally giving you what you wanted.

harry then held your face with his hands. your expression was unreadable. you could tell that harry was very hesitant to kiss you. i mean, harry did say that you could ask him to stop if you didn't want any of it, but he was still unsure. helping harry understand you better, your arms snacked around his neck making his arms move to your waist, smashing your lips onto his. the moment felt so unreal, it wasnt like his imagination, it was better. as much as he wanted to fight for dominance, he moaned into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip. allowing entrance quickly he leaned you against the desk, trying to stabilize you better. he let you take control quickly and it was so out of his character because one would think that he is very dominant, but with a single touch he was soon crumbling under your touch. he tried to deepen the kiss, as if you are the last thing on earth that can make him survive. as if you are the oxygen he needs. when he heard you moan when he placed his knee in between your legs, he swore he felt his whole body heat up.

pulling away to catch your breath, harry leaned towards your neck, hands gripping your hair to grant him more excess to your neck. it was as if he was a vampire and dearly needed blood. the way he sucked your neck, leaving tender kisses and bruises on it, marking you immediately. you have slept with a few people, but they didn't feel like this. you felt like you were in heaven with the way harry touched you. you have neglected your feelings way too well to not realize the way your heart yearned for harry. pushing harry of off you confused him. why did you want to stop now? noticing an office chair near you, you pushed harry down. climbing onto his lap, you began attacking his neck.

" f-fuck (y/n) " placing his hand onto your waist to try and pull your body closer to his. he cant help remind himself of his own whereabouts, his office. part of him is slightly eager to find out what were to happen if you both gets found out, but part of him wants this moment to be uninterrupted. but he couldnt contain himself when you knew how to push him over the edge. he felt you grind against his growing erection, you played with him like you knew how to please him. climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of him, harry tried to keep eye contact. your expression questioning him for consent and without a doubt he whimpered a 'please'

without wasting time, you unzip his pants which showed you off a better outline of his dick. pulling his pants down enough, you take his erection in your hand.

" oh god, fuck " it felt even better than he imagined. his body shivered when your thumb glide over his tip, thats already sticky with precum.

" please (y/n), fucking please " harry begged to be destroyed.

" just one gentle touch and youre already a whimpering mess.. " you whispered to no one at all, but harry heard it and replied with another strangled moan. " i wonder howd you react if i put you in my mouth " you continued, he loved the way you teased him. pumping him slowly, you began placing soft kisses onto his tip.

" fuck, better than i have imagined " he saw how dark you gaze became.

" imagined? why imagine when you have the real thing in front of you? " harry felt his body go limp and the immense amount of pleasure was throwing him off the boat. with every hard and fast pump, he felt a familiar knot in his stomach that he felt earlier in the day. that was when you finally put his whole into your mouth. you couldnt lie to yourself, you were enjoying it. the guys that ever slept with you only wanted to dominate you and not vice versa. although you did enjoy it, this experience was new to you. hollowing your cheeks out and began sucking harshly, harry tried to contain himself and stop himself from cumming, which from his end was tough considering the way you toyed around with him. due to his loud moans, you stopped. pulling away, you saw needy harry was. harry felt lonely and empty without any contact with you.

" shh, if you want me to continue, you have to be a good boy and shut it "

" please i want you " untying his tie that he had on, you rolled it small enough to put into harry mouth.

going back to your previous actions, you began sucking hard and pumping what your mouth couldn't take. that was when you felt harry grip onto your hair. you enjoyed it, the hair pulling. it did turn you on, making you moan against his dick. harry, feeling the vibrations of your moan on his dick, moaned loudly into his tie. feeling his dick twitch multiple times, you released.

" cum for me sir. " was what did it for him. webs of cum began painting your mouth, and you didnt waste anytime tasting it. the sight of you on your knees, with his cum all over you made harry feel different. it was all real, he reminded himself. he finally had you, after seeing you go out on dates with multiple guys.

#oneshots #imagines #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm smut #dane dehaan smut #dane dehaan imagine #answered #harry osborn #harry osborn smut

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year

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I should let you go

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

summary: Leon was sure you were dead. He held you till you took your lost breath. So why are you alive now? Why can’t you remember him?

warning: violence, angst, mention of death, blood

“This has to be a sick joke” Leon whispers as soon as he sees you. He doesn’t get it. How can you be alive when you clearly died in his arms years ago?

“Please don’t leave me” Leon desperately says as he clutches you to his chest, refusing to let you go. But you lost way too much blood. You shouldn’t have been so stubborn and accepted help but you wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show him that you didn’t need anyone to look after you. But this clearly went wrong and now you’re dying. You lost way too much blood and you don’t even know where your left side is. All you can focus on is Leon. You want him to be the last person that gets to hold you and you want him to be the last person to talk to you. But with your last energy you push him away from you since the building is gonna explode soon. He looks at you shocked. “I love you Leon. But please run and live before it’s too late” you tell him and see him standing up. He is clearly hesitating and before he runs off. He kisses you and tells you that he loves you. And then he starts running. You cry now and you’re making yourself ready to face death. But before death can even get you, you feel someone picking you up. And those hands are unfamiliar….

You‘re now standing in front if him, looking very much alive. But there is something about you that makes you look so unalive. Like you’re not really living.

“Y/N. My dear-” before he can finish his sentence, you run and attack him and he is defending himself. He is completely confused. Are you mad at him for leaving?

“She doesn’t know who you are. Well… Maybe she does but she can’t control her body.” The enemy appears from behind you and you quickly get back again, standing next to him. You clearly don’t look human.

“I bought her back to live. And let’s say it wasn’t very… how can I put it in words… pleasant? A few years of torture and isolation. She was very lonely in a room with no windows just her bed and herself for 5 years. That must‘ve been very very shitty.” the enemy laughs and you just stand next to him, not reacting.

“I know you’re somewhere in there. Please snap out of it” Leon yells at you but he doesn’t get any attention from you. You didn’t even blink. You did nothing.

“Well Y/N, I allow you to welcome your friend. Go and kill him and be back home afterwards” he says before he leaves you to kill Leon.

Leon won‘t do anything to hurt you. He will let you hurt him if he doesn’t react close enough. He doesn’t want to harm you.

You’re still the woman he loves. The woman he had his first everything with. The woman he wanted to marry and have a child with. He never wanted to be a father but when he met you… he changed his mind.

As you kept attacking him he tried to talk to you and tell you that you still can control yourself.

“Baby please. Remember the first time we kissed. You were nervous and kept hiding your face with your hair because your face was red” it doesn’t seem to work. Nothing seems to work.

As you push his weapon away, you put a gun to his head.

You don’t talk.

“I love you Y/N. I never stopped loving you. And everyday I keep remembering how I left you there and it was eating me alive. I wanted to die because I couldn’t live without you anymore. I love you so much it was hurting my whole body. I couldn’t eat for days because I kept thinking about you. I constantly threw up because the image of you lying in your own pool of blood would keep popping up in my head. And you know what? I never threw anything from you away. Your clothes? Still sitting next to mind. Your purple Calendar with stars? It’s still on the wall. Your post it that says I love you? Still on my mirror. Even your stuffed bear. I was sleeping with that bear because it smelled just like you. And I didn’t throw away the shirt that was covered in your blood because it was the only thing that kept me going for revenge. So if you shoot me, I‘d die happily knowing it was you but I‘d still be feeling guilty because you’re being help hostage and being used” he confesses and feels ready for you to shoot him. He closes his eyes and waits for the feeling of pain but it never comes.

As he opens his eyes he sees that you’re struggling and your hand is shaking. Your gun falls from your hand and many tears are leaving you eyes.

He sees you struggle and comes to hug you. You hand is still in the position where your gun was a few moments before. He knows you’re trying to fight your way back. You try to control your body again.

You feel the enemy coming again and take all the courage and energy you saved to turn you and him over. Soon there is a gunshot echoing through the huge hallway and Leon jumps. He looks behind you and sees him. He doesn’t waste a second. He takes out his gun and shoots him multiple times.

He has a smile on his face because gets to have you again and continue with his dreams but as he looks down at you, you collapse against his chest. He immediately catches you and now the smile washed from his face.

You’ve been shot. Now you’re leaving him again.

You can’t do that. No you can’t do that to him. Not when he got you again. Not when you’re with him again.

“Please. No” he is whispering now. His heart shatters and it feels like someone is stabbing him. Literally.

“I‘m so happy you came” you tell him. All your life you‘ve been held hostage someone in your body. You knew what you were doing. And it was breaking your heart knowing you took innocent souls. But you were never able to control yourself. Not until now. You tried way too hard. Tried to get out and gain control again. But it never happened.

“I love you Leon. I‘ll wait for you” you tell him with your last energy before you close your eyes. Again you’re leaving him. But this time he‘s not leaving you behind.

He holds you and kisses your cold forehead as he carried you out of this hellhole.

“I love you more” he whispers as he takes you somewhere quite with a beautiful view to bury you. And he doesn’t leave your side. Not now. Not ever.

He disappeared from the world and just lays next to you before he buries you.

You left him again. Twice.

#re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil x reader #fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy is my boyfriend #leon kennedy is so cute #I‘m crying #why did I write this #resident evil leon #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6

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juicycoutureheaux · 1 year

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Territorial

A Leon Kennedy x Reader X Chris Redfield one shot.

Hey y'all. This is just a quick little one shot that was actual inspired by a dream I had. I decided to hope out of bed and start writing! lol Like most of my one-shots, there is smut; so minors DNI.

Summary: Reader sees an ex hookup while out with her boyfriend.

The event space was bustling and you were beginning to feel overstimulated.

You were accompanying your new boyfriend, Chris Redfield to an important event hosted by the BSAA.

You were a civilian and had no idea of Chris’ rank when you first met. The two of you had actually met in a coffee shop in your neighborhood.

The two of you were regulars and would see eachother often. You eventually sparked up a conversation with him and he asked you out on a date.

Now, you were here, in a too expensive dress, in a crowded ballroom full of important people, trying to not mess up your boyfriend's image.

It was almost as if Chris sensed your anxiety.

He leaned down to your ear, “Only one more hour of showing face and then we can leave. You’re doing great, they love you.”

You couldn’t help but blush and you turned your face towards him to thank him.

He instead kissed you sweetly and that was all the comforting you needed.

You sat idly by as Chris made conversation with people you had seen before only on television; it was surreal to you that an important person like him thought so highly of someone like you.

You went to grab another drink for him and some water for yourself when you locked eyes with someone familiar.

His intense blue eyes lingered on you. You tried to avoid it, but his gaze was so intense you could feel it.

You quickly turned around and made your way back to your boyfriend, hoping that man wouldn’t bother you.

You must have come back looking flustered, because as soon as Chris’ conversational partner, a stout congressman, left he turned to you.

“Is everything okay? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” He half laughed.

You didn’t have time to get the words out before the man made his way to you and Chris.

“Redfield, long time no see,” he turned to you. “Did you two come together?”

“Kennedy, they still let you into these things?” Chris joked at the man.

You couldn’t tell what kind of relationship they had.

“But yes, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The blue eyed man smiled and there was something mischievous in his eye that made you suddenly self conscious.

“I believe we’ve met before y/n,” he turned to Chris, “you should ask y/n how we know each other and how I know how great her body looks underneath that dress.”

Leon left making sure to bump shoulders with Chris.

Chris' jaw hardened and he clutched his drink harder.

You quickly grabbed the glass from his hand, knowing that if he wasn’t thinking he might have crushed it.

“Chris, I really need to talk to you, in private.”

“Yeah you do.”

The two of you slipped away into a quiet corridor into one of the restrooms. The building was historic and had separate “powder rooms” in the ladies restroom areas that could lock for some privacy.

You and Chris entered and he locked the door behind.

“What the hell was that all about? How do you know Kennedy?”

You felt your ears get red, he was definitely jealous, which made you hot; but, you were also embarrassed and hurt.

Chris was an amazing boyfriend and you hoped one stupid mistake from when you first moved here wouldn’t jeopardize your entire relationship.

“He was a one night stand, he meant nothing to me.” You said honestly.

Sure, Leon was great in bed, but he was selfish and a womanizer.

“How did you even meet?”

“It was just by chance, we met at a bar. I was newly single, he was a warm blooded man. Honestly Chris, it was so long ago, I hadn’t even met you yet!”

Chris’ eyes were still dark with jealousy.

He moved towards you and grabbed you and kissed you roughly.

You felt a warmth spread violently through your lower abdomen. He had never been so rough before and it excited you.

He turned you around so your hands were on the counter and you were facing the mirror.

He bunches up your dress around your waist, pulled your panties to the side and entered you roughly. You instinctively bucked your hips into him.

He thrusted into you without mercy.

“You see how good I’m fucking you? Look at you, you can hardly handle it.”

It was true, you were completely cock drunk, you would have done anything he said to make sure he got you to climax.

“Who’s pussy is this Y/N?” He growled.

“It’s yours, Chris.”

“Say it again.”

“This pussy is yours, Chris.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He began thrusting harder than you could have imagined and your legs became jello underneath you.

Chris was holding you so tight that you let yourself go limp after a while. You couldn’t hold yourself straight.

“Your pussy is made for me baby, you take me so well.”

All you could do was moan in agreement, he was tiring you out. Damn his hardcore workouts.

Chris finished inside of you for the first time, which caught you a little off guard; up until this point the two of you would use condoms or he would pull out.

Whatever relationship he and Leon had, must not have been good.

He pulled out of you and lifted you onto the counter gently, so you could rest a minute.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were a red hot mess. You kissed, passionately and sweetly.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” You admitted.

“Good.” He said and kissed you on the neck, just under your jaw.

You smiled at the sensation of his stubble making contact with your sensitive skin.

“I better clean up.” You said embarrassed as you felt Chris’ cum leak out from you.

Chris shocked you by taking your panties away and putting them into his pocket.

“ I want everyone, especially Kennedy, to see that you’re mine.”

“Oooh, territorial. I didn’t know this side of you Chris. I like it.” You winked at him.

“They don’t call me Alpha for no reason. Come on let’s get out of here so I can fuck a baby into you.”

His words shocked and excited you. You were thankful he wasn’t mad and actually excited about this new side of Chris you were seeing.

As the two of you left the event, you didn’t notice that Chris had flashed your panties to Leon across the room as a victory.

Leon, just sipped his champagne solemnly knowing he hadn’t one-upped Redfield this time.

#chris redfield #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #Leon Kennedy x reader #chris redfield x reader #resident evil fanfiction #fanfiction #chris redfield x y/n

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veenxys · 2 years

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「Haikyuu boys as your virtual friends」

⤷ Bokuto

he’s the best friend anyone could ever have; he’s always the first to text you good morning - completely ignoring the fact that he’s sent you over twenty tiktoks or cute pictures overnight - and always says something cute like “you’re truly amazing,” “i love you so much!! have an amazing day my beautiful” with a lot of cute emojis. he always responds quickly and is always available for you; loves making calls at random times to see how you are or what you are doing, but mostly loves at night where you tell each other about everything that happened in your day and anything that comes to mind. he loves your voice and could spend all day listening to it. he also saves all the photos you send and saves it in a special folder on his phone to always look at when it misses you. he sends you gifts quite often, trying to show all of his love for you through little things you mentioned that you thought were cool or that he saw on the street and remembered you.

⤷ Kuroo

he can’t go a single day without talking to you. he is such a great listener and loves to give you advice and listen to you; he loves to know that he is now part of your life. he is also very thoughtful and playful; always asking if you’re alright, if you’re taking care of yourself. he’s also very playful and fun; always making some funny or sarcastic comment with anything just to make you smile, even just a little bit. he don’t pressure you, but he loves it when you send pictures or videos or audios. he also expects you to feel comfortable and open up to him in your own time; but always making it clear that he will never judge you or laugh at you. he is also very supportive and always supports you in all your dreams and ideas. he loves to facetime with you and talk for hours or just feel your presence while he does his own thing. he doesn’t admit it, but he’s jealous of your friends.

⤷ Atsumu

he is very affectionate and kind to you; which makes you create high relationship expectations. he always sends pictures or videos of what he’s doing, and it’s often something cute or funny or a picture of him in the mirror after a workout/after leaving the gym. he also loves to hear your voice and loves to call you - mostly facetime where he can flirt and play with you freely and smile at your cute reaction - and surprised (in a good way) when you flirt back - he makes playlists for you and reads the books you love most only to find little parts of you on the pages. he also sends you cute and unexpected gifts with a handmade letter that always makes you melt and fall in love with him even more. lots of inside jokes and pranks that no one would understand; as if the two of you created a special little world where love and joy reign.

⤷ Osamu

he always smiles embarrassed and even passionate when you send him something cute or just a picture of you; he’s completely surrendered to you and can’t show it too much at first, so he always sends you a heart emoji or something when really he wants to scream for everyone to hear how beautiful and amazing you are. he always sends you funny or cute animal videos, memes and recipes he sees on the internet and says “i’ll make this for you when we meet”. loves planning a future with you, even though you’re just friends, he can’t imagine his life without you anymore. he cares a lot about you and always knows when you are sad or angry, and he is always more than ready to listen to you and help you with whatever is needed. he loves to tell you gossip about his brother or his friends and he loves it when you tell him too; he always has to get away from his friends because he just can’t stop smiling or laughing.

⤷ Oikawa

he’s the kind of friend who loves to facetime with you, but he always puts his image as the biggest and keeps looking at him while you talk about anything. despite this, he is a great friend who is always with you, regardless of the situation. he loves teasing you and playing with you, but he also knows when to be kind and respectful. pretend not to, but smile silly and love it when you send him a picture or video, or just call him. at night, he is imagining you; what are you doing, how are you doing or what it would be like to be holding you right now. he is so attached to you that he no longer knows to see a life where you are not.

⤷ Nishinoya

he loves planning every detail of how the two of you are going to meet, how it’s going to happen, and where you’re going to see each other. he loves to imagine hugging you or just having you around, it’s one of his biggest dreams that he can’t get out of his mind. whenever you post a photo, he is the first to comment; it’s mostly just nonsense and hysterical screaming and emojis, he also loves using giant copypastes about how beautiful you are. pictures of you always have 30+ comments just of him praising you. you don’t know, but he also puts your pictures as wallpaper because looking at you always makes him happier. loves to call you and doesn’t mind if you spend all day talking, when you hang up he always gets upset because he wants to talk more and more with you, even if he doesn’t have anything else to talk about.

⤷ Kenma

he is shy at first but starts to get carried away after a while because he really likes you. he likes to send you random memes and videos that he knows you will like and he feels a slight heat build up in his chest and cheeks when you laugh or say something cute to him. he also buys you games so the two of you can play together and he loves that; the intimacy you share in the middle of the night. he likes to sleep on call with you; something like knowing you’re close to him even when you’re far away makes him feel calm and less alone. he doesn’t say, but he can’t stop thinking about you or what it would be like to finally see you in person, what it would be like to be able to hold you and have you by his side.

⤷ Suna

he’s the best friend and listener you can imagine, but he’s not used to sharing much of his life with you; he’s reserved at first, but after a while he starts to open up and tell things about his past or about his family and friends; when you listen with excitement and show him that you love to hear him, he feels a warm feeling rising in his chest and a smile growing on his lips because he realizes he can tell you everything, just as you tell him everything. he also tries to participate and find out more about your interests; read your favorite books, watch the movies or series you love so much and listen to your favorite song and artists. he loves talking about these things with you because he thinks it’s beautiful the way you talk with so much excitement and love. whenever you are alone at home, he calls you to keep you company; even if you don’t want to talk or have something important to do, he just stays on the other side of the line, letting you know he’s there, and you’re not alone.

⤷ Sakusa

you are the only person he trusts and likes to tell you things because he knows you don’t judge him and he feels extremely honored and grateful to have met you and to do the same for you as a thank you. he won’t admit it, but he always does his best to make you smile; sending random memes that he doesn’t think is funny but he knows you do, and even sending him pictures of himself because he knows you like. he also likes to send you gifts; books, letters, matching necklaces or bracelets and things he know you’ll love. when you send him a picture of you, he stops for a second and just admires you; he knows every detail of you by heart and always looks at your pictures with his eyes shining, when he locks his phone and puts it away, he realizes he’s smiling like a fool.

⤷ Hinata

if he could, he would talk to you all day. his heart warms a lot when he thinks that even far away, he has someone who understands him, who loves and respects him the way he is, and he tries to show all his gratitude for you through photos of him making heart or videos where he shows you where he is or what he is doing and saying at the end “i love you, take care” and even cute gifts he sends you - but he is anxious and often ends up telling you what the gift is - he introduces you and shows you to all his friends because he loves you very much and wants you to feel closer to him; even his mother and sister know you and love you too. he really plans to see you in person one day and can’t wait for you to see him play one day.

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skoolnites · 1 year

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚: Living Up to the Stereotype

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-> 𝙒𝘾: 1.3k

->𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Y/n is really on her psychology grind and also subsequently in her soccer mom era

->𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Swearing and suggestive content is mentioned (ie sex jokes)

->𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: Y'all I'm sorry I had some last minute school stuff then I wrote most of this after my wisdom teeth surgery and let me tell you my writing sucked. I'm back and wisdom teethless and annoying as ever. Also I'm so sorry if I got some psych stuff wrong I'm a comms major just loved AP Psych in HS. Also with these text messages the first VB GC the blue is hinata but then I realized I'm dumb so in the next images Atsumu is blue.

“When thinking of tests to perform and other theories that have been connected to attraction the first one I consistently found myself researching was the stereotype content model (2002). As a healthy baseline I believe that by trying to match Subject A’s ideal admiration stereotype they will hopefully stereotype me as such. On days Zero to Three (0-3) my main focus will be to start stereotyping as well as create a plan to spend more time with Subject A.”

How hard was it to set up an admiration stereotype, high warmth and high competence, easy.

Warmth could be achieved by some simple support for not only Atsumu but also the rest of the team. Not enough to feel maternal but enough to show she was capable of providing. Reliability was the best way to build up trust. Competence was trickier, Y/n knew she was smart but how to get Atsumu to see that she was smart.

“Hey boys,” Y/n greeting carrying a case of Gatorade for the volleyball team walking over to the bench to set down the case.

“Y/n, you are a godsend,” Suna chuckled, grabbing an orange bottle from the case and passing it to their captain then grabbing one of his own.

The other boys were quick to follow, thanking Y/n then chatting amongst themselves. When Yachi bent down to grab a red bottle she slid into the spot next to Y/n.

“Rumor has it Coach Foster is looking for good tutors for one of his athletes. A little birdie might have put your name down, might want to announce you are available.” The blonde suggested as she held out her hand for a low five which Y/n was quick to comply

“Holy shit Yachi you are the best,” Y/n praised. She could feel the excitement racing up her spine

“Yachi!” Shugo yelled, “Can you help me fill up these bottles?”

“Yeah I’ll be right over,” She shouted back getting up to help not before sending a little wink towards Y/n

“Oh and Tsumu go to coaches office for a sec please!” The captain called out again. Yachi turned to face Y/n shooting her a quick wink and mouthing “all you babe”. Y/n grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a tweet

./././././././././.

Coach’s office was cool due to the many fans normally making it a great place to congregate but at this moment no amount of cold air would calm down Atsumu’s nerves. He knew he was struggling in a few classes, namely statistics, but it was only because volleyball was his life. UTokyo was his gateway to the Japan National team, a stupid degree in communications wasn’t going to do anything for him once he made the big leagues.

“I’ve done everything I can do, kid” Coach Foster said, not looking up from his monitor. “Your Stats grade is too low, the Dean informed me that you won’t be able to play in nationals with a failing grade, I have to bench you until you get about a C,” Atsumu’s heart sank

“Coach please, I need this. Volleyball is my life. There are going to be so many scouts at that game. My career depends on that game,” Atsumu begged and Coach Foster turned to hand him a clipboard. The page clipped down was labeled in bold letters, “Tutor Recommendations”. “You want me to get tutored?” Atsumu asked, glancing at the list he saw three names jumping out at him: Kei Tsukishima, Osamu Miya, and Y/n L/n. Tsuki and him got along fine but working with his teammate was a blow to his ego. Samu, easy answer; absolutely not. Yes he is the obvious choice but they’d fight and Atsumu did not want to be patronized by his brother, they left that in high school. Now L/n was not a bad choice, she was smart and he knew a bit about her. Of course those were just the names he recognized from the list; there were a few more names. After a quick twitter and instagram search Atsumu decided against strangers, they all were pre med or like chemical engineering majors and quite frankly those super smart types terrified him, especially the women. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew the smart girls were the hottest and there was no chance he could learn about variables and distribution with steamy tutoring fantasies running through his mind. Y/n was pretty but Atsumu knew her, she wouldn’t go for him and he was pretty sure her and Tsukishima were together. He could handle her. So after practice he grabbed his phone and checked Y/n’s twitter for any tutoring information

It was four am when there was a knock on Atsumu’s door. The disheveled faux blond did not expect to find Y/n, his new tutor, at his door, donned in black tank top and sweatpants, messy hair and glasses slipping down her nose. It was like all of his steamy tutor fantasies had come to fruition. The only thing tying him back to reality was the cold air hitting his bare chest. Y/n fiddled with that paper in her hands while her eyes traveled down his body before landing on his feet. The silence was deafening. Atsumu grew smug as Y/n’s face grew red. She knew he was toned, she knew how hard he trained, she didn’t know she’d be seeing him shirtless this early on into this experiment.

“Um,” The girl fumbled, “So um as we discussed early, these tutoring sessions will be used heavily in my psychology final. I need your written consent for our conversations, online or face to face, to be recorded or documented in some form. I also need to inform you that I am purposefully not telling you about my experiment so as to not skew the results. I will be using deception tactics and need you to sign this form stating that you understand that you are a test subject. The tutoring will be completely real and I will not disregard the fact that you need tutoring. My reactions and actions might be faked in order to shift your emotions. There might be a lasting effect on your emotions and help can be provided for free if you contact me afterwards...” Atsumu was shocked, in a situation straight out of his dirtiest thoughts, Y/n was just spewing information. The girl was still rambling when he took the paper from her hands.

“Just here?” Atsumu asked, pointing at the line for his signature. Y/n nodded, reaching into her sweatpant pocket grabbing a pen. He took the pen and scribbled out a signature.

“Better keep that darlin’” Tsumu winked handing her the paper, “My signatures gonna be worth something someday,” He promptly shut the door leaving the girl stunned but her mission was successful.

“When the tutoring opportunity arose it happened to be the ideal way to build up admiration. If I could prove that I was competent in a domain that Subject A was not, I could stereotype myself as someone above him. Later on I will have to backtrack and set myself up as an equal but for now having Subject A hold me at a higher standard is ideal. An important factor I lacked to acknowledge was that we are both college students. I had not been acting as such, and for this experiment to be successful I need to be my authentic self instead of someone dead set on data. When choosing my next effect to showcase I realized I needed to be active during our tutoring sessions in order to truly get authentic results. I also acknowledge that I have used the SCM unconsciously to stereotype Subject A on my own. A sense of pity has fallen upon my views of Subject A which will also have to be cleared up through other tests as to not create domestic feelings instead of romantic feelings.”

tags: @milkteeboba, @90s-belladonna, @rosieyama, @buggy-cj

#atsumu fluff #haikyu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu smau #atsumu x reader

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I am now home and fuck, I have so many thoughts about why this song feels like a Nancy anthem!

The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about "sad" If you wanted me dead, you should've just said Nothing makes me feel more alive

There were so many people that were out for blood. From the high school bully level to the goddamn government, Nancy has her enemies. This is apparent right away, but no one gives Nancy more grief than herself. She has so much guilt for Barb, that I believe she will always hold. When Barb goes missing and is presumed dead, everyone besides Jonathan expects her to move on. To keep going like her best friend is not gone- and that had she not walked inside with Steve, Barb may have very well survived. No one else can tell Nancy Wheeler about sad. She is intimately acquainted with grief and pain and sadness.

But...in the midst of all of this, she finds herself. she finds her strength and she turns her sadness into rage. Even when Jon isn't as understanding anymore, she fights her own battles and for what she believes is right. Nothing makes her feel more alive than to fight back.

"Who's afraid of little old me?" You should be The scandal was contained The bullet had just grazed At all costs, keep your good name You don't get to tell me you feel bad Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke

And

You caged me and then you called me crazy I am what I am 'cause you trained me

That first time she screams who's afraid of little old me, she is genuinely asking. But that first you should be is a realization of her own power. They should be afraid of her. She is realizing just what she is capable of. Nancy Wheeler fights monsters and wields guns, is willing to do whatever it takes to avenge Barb, to do what is right.

Steve wanted to go back to normal, to pretend like everything was fine because he was scared of his parents reaction. He cares so much about whatever thinks. (at all costs keep your good name, you don't get to tell me you feel bad) He comes through in the end, but nancy felt betrayed by his insistence to carry on. To go to parties and play act like they were in love. Meanwhile, his friends are making fun of her and she knows it. Nancy is very aware of everything going on around her. She breaks. She chooses to right the wrong regardless of the cost to her or her relationships.

I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean "Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth" I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong

The soft, sweet even prim image that Nancy has in the beginning of the show quickly reveals that her truest nature is something much more fierce. She was the quiet bookworm. Hell, she was that person to an extent before trauma transformed her into a woman who is fearsome and wretched and wrong. We see her seek out something to make her world a little less tame and gentle only for her to realize that isn't who she truly is.

Nancy is willing to do whatever it takes avenge Barb, to take out Vecna, to do what she believes must be done. This is without apology and with no concern to what it costs. We see it in her relationships with Steve and Jon. We see it in the way she is the first to suggest going right back into the Upside Down. What is called mean is something else entirely because she is not mean. But she is absolutely fearsome.

I think she realizes how this makes her seem sometimes, but she is a woman on a mission. It is as much a flaw as it is one of her best qualities. The duality of her nature that makes her such an engaging character. She took on the government and won. She shot a monster in the face, dove into a lake knowing the monsters were waiting to just to save a boy who hurt her.

Nancy's is fierce and unrelenting in the face of adversity. She is also deeply caring and willing to fight for those she loves. She is undeniably the woman you want on your team when the world starts falling apart. I think it's unreal how often Nancy gets characterized as being cold or unfeeling. Isn't it clear just how truly the exact opposite she is? She feels and loves with everything. It's why she had such monumental grief and rage. It's also why she is such a good friend.

So, who's afraid of little old me? You should be. Fuck yeah, you should be and Nancy Wheeler unabashedly knows it and I love that for her.

#Please take the mild jon and steve criticisms in this as being through nancy's pov love both the boys #nancy wheeler #this is a love letter to the woman you are #taylor swift meets stranger things: the story of my life somehow??

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vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds · 1 year

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George's SFW Alphabet

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Like I said last post, I am so sorry for my absence. Again, mental health said, "no post today lol" and I couldn't argue with that. Anyway, this is the second post for today, and the third in the SFW Alphabet series. Sequel to this post.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The ever-stoic George is actually much more affectionate than he appears. Loves holding hands.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I imagine you and George have been friends since school. A lot of your time is spent trying new foods together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

George is very middle ground on cuddling. Sometimes, getting into a comfortable position can just be too much, but other times, it doesn’t matter to him. Likes to “cradle” you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Quite keen on settling down. Not so much as certain other Beatles, but definitely more than John. I have an image of George in a maid dress with a feather duster in my mind.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would break the news extremely gently. Gives them a goodbye kiss on the top of the head.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Keen on the idea of marriage. One of the most likely people to suggest elopement.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentler than one would expect. Very in touch with your and his feelings.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

George enjoys hugs, to a degree. He’s not always keen on super tight hugs, unless the mood calls for it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Says it quite quickly, probably on the third date. He’s sort of joking at first, but at some point, you both realize he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t imagine George as the jealous type. He might have qualms over certain things, but usually he just keeps quiet and lets you handle it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Teeth are usually involved in George’s kisses. He loves biting your lip, ever so slightly. Loves to be kissed on his jaw and shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Again, quite middle ground. He’s not always quite sure what to do with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings are lazy. George tends to sleep late, and that habit eventually rubs off on you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

George’s late nights are the reason for his late awakenings every morning. Usually likes to dance or watch telly in the evenings.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Similarly to John, he’s quite closed. He might eventually open up slightly, but there are things he would never say.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I’m not really sure on this one. On one hand, I can see George with a fuse similar in length to John’s. On the other, I see him as extremely patient. Choose your own adventure?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

George tends to remember big things more easily, but does remember a few random little things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you kissed, or when you finally said “I love you”.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective to the max, almost more than John. Doesn’t like to keep weapons but will bite and punch.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

George puts a good amount of effort into everything he does. You’ll never catch him half-assing anything.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Smokes like a chimney. Also leaves crumbs in the bed.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like most things, George is middle ground on this too. Always makes sure he looks tidy before going out, but not one to spend several hours on an outfit.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely. I mean, he has his days where he’d rather be the only person in existence, but who doesn’t?

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

George actually doesn’t like nicknames. You and the lads are the only ones he’s okay with using them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

George is not particularly fond of some bland food.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Medium sleeper. Some loud noises wake him up, but quieter sounds don’t. Has never heard of wearing a shirt to bed.

#mine #george harrison #george harrison x reader #sfw alphabet #vivi in the sky with fanfics

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(Fanfic that I really like by @kitsunefyuu )(strongly recommend)

Something about this mental image of AFO dressing izuku in fancy clothes, like very dear doll, just stuck with me. And I felt like drawing a few of the more feminine outfits since every one of them has some kind of meaning to the story.

The first more feminine outfit was the one izuku chose specifically when he tried to convince his father to let him go to UA.

"Dad, I want to go back to a real school and make actual friends," Izuku spoke bluntly. Trying his damn hardest to keep himself calm as he asks, and had even prepared himself with his dads favorite outfit. It was a traditional green Hanfu dress with flowers. More than aware it is for women, but it isn't as if it matters in a home where the only company he's allowed is his father.

Absolutely creepy, but in sweet way. As he doesn't care about what he supposed to be wearing and enjoys everything, but at the same time trying to persuade his father to what he wants with it.

The second outfit I drew was the black dress he wore when he accidentally met his childhood friend. And it escalated quickly to the worst

Maybe Izuku was desperate for some kind of recognition. To gather a fraction of the past that his father took him away from after all these years. That he dug far back to that nickname he hated even if didn’t want to say that name as Kacchan was about to leave, “How about Deku?”

Now that seemed to trigger something and a curiously amused expression showed on Bakugou’s face. The recognition sparked in his eyes as a loud hum escaped him.

“Oh yeah! Deku must explain why you look like a weird doll,” Katsuki said with amusement.

Izuku felt a stab in his chest at the other words.

This happened right after izuku ran away from his dinner with his father. Naturally he was wearing a dress. I can't find the exact quote but I remember it being described as dress with a ribbon. Maybe it was just my imagination, but izuku wearing a dress and looks like a doll, Plus kachan recognizing him by his old nickname just felt very symbolic. Like Deku will never be more than just a doll for others.

The last image, and the one I liked the most was izuku wearing his school uniform.

"Dad! Can you grab me my uniform!?"

(...)

Izuku doesn't even check what the man brought feeling pretty good right now. Though clearly, he was going to end up late so he just throws it on.

(...)

"Sorry he's just- Well he's excited I have a friend," Izuku noted only to realize Shoto was looking at him up and down. "What? Is something wrong?" Ugh, did he not put on enough makeup? Did he put the uniform on and mess up his hair? Izuku felt nervous at his friend's suddenly very critical gaze wondering if he needs to run back home to fix up-

"You look nice,"

(...)

Though when he arrived at the school Izuku felt like he was getting a LOT more looks than normal. To the point if he was honest he kind of felt almost anxious about it as while attention can be nice it felt more like they were weirded out. Wondering why that is the case, he worked hard on his appearance! Even Shoto said he looked nice, did he miss something? "Hey do I look weird?" Izuku questioned wondering why people were staring knowing his friend would be honest. Shoto glanced around a bit then back at him in confusion before a light bulb seemed to register. Those eyes light up as he finally decides to answer the question.

"Probably because you're wearing the girl uniform?" Shoto questioned. As if he hadn't just revealed the most horrifying thing Izuku could have done. The innocent way his best friend didn't even think to point out the uniform was for a girl.

The betrayal izuku felt. For his father it was simply a joke. For izuku it was world shattering. How he took izuku's trust and played with it.

Shoto, with his pure heart didn't question it.

I reason chose to give izuku white hair even when he supposed to still have his green is because he's under his father's manipulation. From the moment his mother died his father was everything to him and he was everything for hisashi.

And still, he plays with izuku's life like he's some kind of doll. Just because he doesn't see a problem with it. But for izuku it affects everything.

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sun-undone · 2 years

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OBX details that make me feral (14/?)

How Rafe's introduction and characterization parallels JJ's

So I’ve already ranted and raved here about how JJ’s true character unfolds throughout the first half of season 1, and I think the writers use a very similar formula for Rafe as well (and maybe that’s part of the reason why they’re both such effective and compelling characters)

Starting off kind of one-note but with one particular moment to spark interest

I already talked about this in the other post about JJ's characterization, but basically in 1x01, JJ starts off as the impulsive, witty, maybe kinda dumb and annoying comic relief character, and then the “nothing to lose” speech suddenly hints to much more depth. We pretty quickly get the sense that there’s something else to him as a character.

Rafe starts off as the spoiled rich brat archetype, the black sheep of the family who dabbles in cocaine like every other white rich 19 year old. But even in literally the very first moment that we see him in 1x02, where he’s joking about Sarah getting electrocuted with a straight face, we can see that maybe there’s something a little off there.

But then he’s back to being your garden variety rich bitch for a bit, so you’re probably just left storing that little moment in the back of your mind, but the point is that it lingers. Just like how JJ’s vulnerability during the “nothing to lose” speech latches onto this image of an otherwise archetypal character, the “little fried Sarah” line does as well, just ever so slightly (or even subconsciously) changing the way you read his scenes moving forward and generating interest for his character right off the bat.

More hints pile up

For JJ, these hints come through passing mentionings of Luke, his heightened fear response to the square groupers raiding Lana’s house, his attachment to the gun, and most obviously when he tells the story about Luke threatening to hit him to the security guard. For Rafe, these hints come through his enjoyment in jumping Pope at the country club in 1x03 despite Topper trying to get him to stop,

(if i knew how to make them, this is where i'd put a gif of Rafe laughing while slamming the golf club right next to Pope's head)

his excitement when Topper almost kills Pope at the movie night in 1x04,

and him screaming at and threatening Sarah when he’s trying to get her to give Barry’s money back in 1x07.

Through these subsequent moments, we slowly see how Rafe is much more than just an irresponsible rich kid with some validation issues. As external stressors continue to push him, we see the underbelly of his volatile anger and just how deeply his daddy issues run in order to create this mess of emotional dysregulation in the form of one Rafe Cameron.

I feel like JJ and Rafe kind of unfold in opposite directions. With JJ, we see his anger first, and then we see everything else and the reasons why he is the way he is. With Rafe, we see someone whose brattiness seems relatively harmless on the surface, but then the full extent of his anger (and jealousy and immaturity and urge to be loved by his father, etc.) shows its face again and again until it finally culminates in him shooting Peterkin.

I just really love how Rafe is developed throughout season 1, and it's such a joy to rewatch, just like JJ's development.

(I probably could’ve formatted this differently in order to really dive into all the parallels between Rafe and JJ, cause there really are a lot of them, but it’s just easier to handle it piecemeal like this. I know for a fact that there are more parallels in season 2, so I’ll just try to freak out about them as they become most relevant.)

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keyboardandquill · 2 years

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Tiny Scene Sunday ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

caution, scars, desperate (bonus: valour) | Hawthorne and Beck :D ❤️

@bloodlessheirbyjacques ❤️✨👀

Jacques thank youuu!!! These have been PERCOLATING in my BRAIN for a long while so I'm glad to finally present to you a not-so-Tiny Scene on this beautiful not-Sunday :]

(CW: gunshot wound, guns, wound tending)

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There's gauze wrapped around my middle when I wake up. I know this ache—the searing agony of a wound I could have avoided. I'm not sure what hurts more, this, or the fact that I could have prevented it had I shown just a little more caution.

Hawthorne knows it. He offers me a lopsided smile from where he sits beside me, apologetic, almost.

Running my fingers along the neatly-wrapped bandage, it takes my pain-fogged mind a few moments to comprehend what must have happened. Cal has no first aid training, nor does he show any inclination toward it. Yarrow, in her inexperience, wouldn't have been so tidy.

Which leaves Hawthorne.

"Let me know if they're too tight," he murmurs. He reaches out, his hand stopping short of touching me, and clenches it into a fist. "It's been a while since I've had to do that."

I take a slow breath and wince. This one's gonna scar. There's no way it won't. Yet another mark on the patchwork canvas of my body, another painful reminder of everything this world has come to. I glance over at Hawthorne again.

His hunched shoulders, his downcast face, the worried furrow of his brow—all of it is so opposite to the way he usually is, it leaves me craving... normalcy. (The fact that I so quickly took his loud presence as normal, I'll have to examine at a later date.)

"Hey," I croak. He's unscrewing the cap on his canteen before I can even get the next words out, bringing it to my lips to sate my thirst before I continue. "This isn't my first time getting shot, you know. I've built an immunity."

Expressionless, he stares at me for a long moment. "You're telling jokes. Now I know something's really wrong," he says, his somber tone belied by the twinkle in his eye. That's better. "Is that what the other scar was?"

The image of a terrified little boy flashes through my mind. His trembling hands hold a gun, point it at me. He's desperate. We all are. Somebody screams and he startles and his finger pulls the trigger and I double over and wake up wrapped up not unlike I am now.

"Yeah," I say.

"Did you get that one while committing unwise acts of valour too?"

The gun in my memory clatters to the floor. All I could think then was about how empty my stomach had been, how filling it with lead wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I came across that house in the middle of nowhere.

I breathe out a laugh. It hurts. "Not quite." Valour, after all, is a choice. And I didn't choose any of this.

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thank you @bloodlessheirbyjacques I loved writing this!! It's been stewing in my mind for ages so I hope you enjoy <3

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homestucky · 2 years

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tw for pretty heavy discussion of diet, body image, weight, eating disorders etc. and emetophobia

so i grew up overweight. ive been overweight my whole life pretty much, with the exception of maybe 2 years when i was around 19 where i was a little lighter.

im a practical person. im a reasonable person. i grew up a tomboy. i dont like shallowness. i had minimal interest in sex and relationships. i was never rejected for my appearance. looking conventionally attractive has no reason to be a high priority for me

but still

i am completely insane.

there is no other way i can say it concisely. and i suspect that if you did not grow up overweight, perhaps particularly as an overweight girl/afab person, there are some things you just cant understand, because how would you even know?

so yeah, insane. like, obsessive. deluded. unable to fully comprehend reality. i cant tell what i look like most of the time. from the age of about 7 i fantasised daily about being skinny. fantasies about shedding my outer layers and showing everyone. and i wasnt even usually someone who wanted to impress or appease boys or ‘cool’ people. i honestly am not that motivated by what people think of me. yet my goal was always - figure out how to lose weight.

any eyelash i wished on, any 11:11, it was that. i thought about it every day.

and there was honestly no reason for it. it felt like life or death sometimes. i TRIED to have eating disorders. it feels so shameful to admit - i tried and failed. its so easy to imagine how funny that might be to some (mean) people. if i dont eat regularly, i literally get faint in a way that impacts my functioning VERY quickly, and other people can see. my gag reflex does NOT work. and trust me, i have tried. for hours, once. but I cant even do that right. id binge but i couldnt purge. my body would not let me give the food up.

‘i tried to be anorexic but i got too hungry’, ‘i tried to be bulimic but i couldnt purge so i just binged’ sound like sick jokes, like things fatphobic people would say to mock people they think dont try hard enough, because overweight people are lazy.

heres the thing. its good that i wasnt able to develop these disorders. of course it is. they are terrible things and i do not take them lightly. so im glad. im lucky that my body didnt let me. but that didnt stop me from feeling like a failure, feeling frantic and like at least if i could do this people would be sympathetic, bcaus its evidence that i was TRYING, even if it was in a bad way.

the feelings i had about myself and still have...

it impacts everything. its such a massive part of my identity. it stopped me from playing, climbing, doing sports. it stopped me from playing about with style and clothing because trying things on in changing rooms, looking at myself in the mirror, made me so anxious that i would feel physically ill.

and most batshit of all, it made me truly believe that i was a joke. that any room i walked into, people would pity me or be amused by me just at a glance. that i was always viewed by everyone else as just slghtly less human. that if someone was gonna be mocked id be first.

that if i ever did anything silly or made a mistake, it would be made 100x worse by my body - like if i said something awkward, or dressed bad, or came in to class late, or fell over, it wasnt something i could just brush off. because i was already a joke, so this would just add to it. if you are skinny and you get a question wrong in class, thats fine somehow, but if youre chubby and you do the same, you are slotted into the role of ‘stupid *and* fat person’ because everybody knows that stereotype so thats just who you are.

its wack that it doesnt just impact my confidence with sports, or clothing, or people finding me attractive, but literally EVERYTHING.

it feels like as long as youre fat, ANYTHING you do could potentially have a laugh track put over it. falling, crying, laughing, dancing, getting hit by a car, it doesnt matter.

and that is an INSANE way to feel. especially aged like, 10.

i lost some weight when i was 18 but i didnt feel different. i didnt feel more worthy or like i was a better person. i wasnt more deserving of love and respect. i just had more time and some money for a gym membership, and had little by way of responsibilties so didnt stress eat. and theres the fact i was diagnosed with an overactive thyroid too.

my situation changed, my thyroid got treated, and i gained it all back and then some. so i started to feel less bad about it. how could i feel so bad about not being that weight, when being that weight required me to have a chronic disease while also spending about 14 hours at the gym a week and calorie count? it was a bit of a revelation

but the craziness didnt go away completely. its still my first wish when i see an eyelash. i still feel like i will be who im really supposed to be ““when”“ i ““finally”“ lose weight, that fabled goal ive had most of my life and rarely achieved, and it will make people like me more, understand me more, respect me more, love me more. i also know that this is not correct. but i feel it anyway.

i have a shit tonne of things to worry about, like the fact im unemployed, or the state of the whole entire world, but theres still part of me that insists that being skinny is the most important goal. because if i was skinny people would be sympathetic to any of my other failings. i work out and try to be healthy as much as i can, because i want to be fit and healthy, because i think it is helpful to improve my experience as a human animal. but still when i say ‘i just work out for fitness, i just watch my diet to make sure im getting what i need, its not about weight or looks’ on some level....im alwaaays lyingggggggg ;)

i have no reason why im saying this now. its not pertinent. i just had to get it out.

#dont want this to appear #in #tags #i know usually i could just put the tws in tags but idk it feels significant so why not just say it stright up at the beginning ykno #idk this is just a sort of vent #diet #weight #weight loss #body image #eating disorders #bulimia #anorexia #emetophobia #long post

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