#n would think this is so cringe which just means i should definitely do it more

[cicadas]

I just thjnk this is funny. Everyone look at the magic of friendship 💕🌸

#tw self harm #self harm #scars #tw scars #trigger warning #tw #blood #tw blood #im going to post my cringe edits fuck you and yolo bitch #but im not gonna trigger my followers who do their proper tagging im not about that life #cutting #tw cutting #i know theyre pathetic okay #i know this #n would think this is so cringe which just means i should definitely do it more

[beiasluv]

sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

masterlist

although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #fanfiction #imagines

[aewinty]

The way you heal me

Wednesday Addams x fem reader

Playlist

Part 1

You stormed out of Wednesday and Enid’s dorm, footsteps leaving a trail of desolation in his wake. If your tears weren’t flowing before, they definitely were now. You swung open the door to your dorm, quietly hoping your room safe wasn’t around to see you in your current state. Your request was fulfilled as she was nowhere in sight.

Flinging yourself on your bed was a bad idea - Wednesday’s scent still lingered on the sheets from the night before; a thought that urged more tears to spill. A quiet knock resounded from the door; one in which you ignored. If they really needed you they could send you a voice message on your phone. But they never left - the knocks persisted as you attempted to block out the noise with music in the background.

Grumbling, you stood up and pulled the door open to reveal Enid Sinclair. She gave you a look of pity when she saw your disheveled state before asking “can I come in?”. Wordlessly nodding, you opened the door a bit wider so she could slip in. You sat back down at your bed, hearing the door click before the soft padding of socks came towards you. You were grateful Enid sat right next to you as you opted to lean your head on her shoulder.

A couple of deafening minutes passed before Enid spoke up “Sooo.. what happened back there?”.

She could feel you physically stiffen before groaning. You picked at the skin near your fingernails, not feeling the need to answer her question at the moment.

“You don’t have to tell me Y/n; whatever you feel comfortable with saying is fine.”

You stayed quiet for a bit before speaking up, voice rasping as you did so. “I was just trying to get her to take a break Enid.”

“I understand that Y/n; Wednesday can always be a little stubborn.”

“She said it like I was pathetic for caring about her health.”You spat out the word while grimacing.

Enid sighed, grabbing your arm to make you look at her. “Listen, Wednesday doesn’t think you’re pathetic and you should be the first person to know so. I’ve seen the way she looks at you - like you’re the star of the world. So, instead of subjecting yourself to these deteriorating thoughts, how about we talk about how she shows she loves you?”

You seemed to contemplate her idea prior to obliging.

“She does this thing when I’m upset with something - like she kisses my ring finger to comfort me I don’t know how to explain”

“Great! So how does that make you feel?”

“Like I’m the only one she looks at” You say, cringing at your words.

“Because you are she only looks at you and when you enter, she stares at you like you’re the only one in the world. It’s kinda creepy to be honest..”

“Enid she also looks at you, Yoko and Bianca I’m not the only person she knows.”

“Okay but I swear she looks at you differently like I’m being real here she looks at everyone else the same but with you it’s not the same. And you’re her girlfriend for crying out loud!”

You chuckle a bit before frowning right after. “Then why did she..”

“Y/n it could be from the stress, the pressure, or even in the spur of the moment! I don’t know, but I definitely know that she didn’t mean it. Wednesday would never say that without a reason. She even tells me you’re the love of her life; the one that keeps her going. But enough of that - how else do you know she loves you?

“Well she also calls me Y/n/n but don’t tell her cause she will get mad..”

The night was full of laughter with a few breakdowns before turning right back up with the faint music playing from the disc in your room.

—

When you woke up Enid was nowhere to be found. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for a few solid minutes bracing yourself for the pounding headache you had.

Not feeling up for classes, you sent your friends a quick text telling them to tell the teacher that you would be absent. Finding yourself unable to lull yourself back to sleep, you settled for a cup of coffee and a random romcom you and Wednesday would never live in.

—

Wednesday’s book thudded on the table while she sat down in her seat beside Xavier.

“What has you so worked up??” He said while staring at Wednesday.

“Nothing that concerns you.” Wednesday responded, eyes never peeling from the door.

“Erm..okay” he said, diverting his attention away.

Wednesday’s eyes stared at the door in hopes of you to turn up.

Yoko came in

Then Bianca

Then Enid

Then Ms. Thornhill

Maybe you were just late? She thought

But you never showed up - you didn’t even attend your club with Eugene where you two would crack random bee jokes.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wednesday asked Enid.

“Probably at her dorm sobbing her eyes out because of something YOU blew up at her for.” Enid snapped at her

“I didn’t mean to hurt her”

“I had to stay with her all night while she cried her eyes out thinking you hated her for caring about you.”

Wednesday paused for a moment. “Is she okay?” She asked in an unusually quiet voice.

“I don’t know Wednesday you should ask her not me. Look, I know you don’t hate her but you have to apologize because right now she fully believed you loath her so you have to clear that up with Y/n - not me.”

Wednesday gave Enid a silent nod before pulling on her shoes to rush towards your dorm.

—

Your roommate shot Wednesday a weird glance when she entered your dorm room. “What are you doing here?”

With a quick glance, Wednesday could tell you weren’t there so she had no choice but to converse with your roommate. “Do you know where Y/n is?”

“Umm can you tell me why you are here first?”

“No.”

“Then no I don’t know where Y/n is.”

“Tell me”

“No.”

“Okay. Fine. I need to apologize to her for something.”

“THE Wednesday Addams apologizing? Never would’ve guessed.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes before asking “Can you tell me where she is now?”

“She’s right there” Your roommate said while pointing at the door Wednesday came in a few seconds prior.

Sure enough, you were standing there, eyes narrowed at Wednesday.

“Hey..?” You said slowly setting your drink down on your desk. You shot your roommate a look telling her to get out, which she did at that.

Wednesday watched you sit down at your bed, eyes staring intently at you.

“So..” You started

“I would like to apologize.”

“Oh.”

“I apologize. Can you forgive me?”

Knowing Wednesday had trouble expressing her emotions, you pushed on.

“Can you tell me why you’re apologizing?”

“I apologize for implying you were a burden to me.”

“And?”

“And I apologize for spouting that you weren’t able to assist me. I understand you care for my mental stability and insinuating that you would oppress me in the future was discourteous. Although I previously inferred you wouldn’t be a big presence in my future, I would like to retract those words. These past few hours have been displeasing without you - something I would normally crave for, but without you, that feeling is nothing to me.”

“Do you know how that made me feel?”

Wednesday grimaced. “It made you feel unhappy.”

“Not only did it make me feel unhappy Wednesday. It made me feel inferior. I understand that the Hyde case puts a lot of pressure on you but you can’t take that out on me. I’m similar to you. I get frustrated. I get stressed, but I don’t take it out on other people especially you. In the future, if you are uncomfortable with what I’m doing, you can just tell me and I will stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me.”

“It’s not that you made me uncomfortable. I presume the stress buildup caused me to lose my temper. For that, I apologize.”

“Wednesday you don’t have to apologize. Feeling stress is normal and you unconsciously get it. I understand that you didn’t know how to relieve it.”

Wednesday just gave you a ridged nod at that.

“Wednesday come here.”

She strides towards you until she stood in-front of you. You pulled her down into an embrace. Wednesday’s hands hung stiffly around your torso but not quite touching it. You chuckled at that.

“You know you can touch me I’m your girlfriend.”

At that, her hands rested at your waist. Your head buried itself into her neck, leaving a chaste kiss on the skin there. You pulled back, hands still intertwined behind her neck.

“I love you. Do you know that?”

“Yes.”

You pulled her chin towards you, giving her a quick peck on her lips.

“Say it back Wends”

“I love you too.” Wednesday muttered, pale cheeks growing into a dark red color.

You smiled, pulling her back into a heart searing kiss, sealing the emotions drawn from today behind you as a memory of strengthening your relationship.

A/n

Woo part two to The way you hurt me!! How did you like it?? Honestly idk if I do the comforting//apologizing part correctly/well bc I’m not really good with apologizing either. I also hope I portrayed each character accurately

If there are any mistakes in my writing please msg me or cmt it down - this is not reread at all

Always happy for constructive criticism!

Again thank you for reading and thank you for the notes on my last post!

#wednsday addams #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #fem reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #enid sinclair #emma myers #female #female reader #x you #jenna x reader

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: a short chapter but it’ll get better 🫶🏻

Warnings: my writing, language, suggestive shit

Jenna Ortega x reader

“I’m going to kill you,” you watch Lyle’s eye twitch a few times as he stares at you from the other half of your bed. “And then I’m going to kill myself so I can beat you in hell.”

You groan out, picking up your pillow and shoving it onto your face. “I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not! You got your kiss!” He says yanking the pillow off your face. “You couldn’t even tell me before so I could at least be excited to hear about it!”

“It just happened!” You groan out kicking your legs and rolling onto your front, already regretting telling him about your first kiss with Jenna. So much for bestfriends. “You guys were asleep so I brought her out onto the fire escape so we could talk, I didn’t expect to kiss her! Or for her to kiss me back!”

“Pathetic!” He yells out as he begins hitting you with the pillow. “Expect the unexpected! I could have told you that you both wanted to kiss each other!” He hits you one more time harshly as he says the last words, glaring down toward.

“Ow!” You say, hitting his arm as he settles down.

“And then what?” He demands, eyes wide as he hugs the pillow.

“We talked for a bit then she left.” You mumble, playing with your hoodie strings with a small pout on your face.

You couldn’t say you weren’t expecting more to happen, anything at all. You didn’t care as long as it didn’t make the whole situation awkward. God, you didn’t want to make it awkward. Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed her, then you wouldn’t have to worry about it.

You just hoped things would stay the same with some exceptions of course. Like the kiss, oh you definitely wanted to kiss her again.

“That’s it?” He asks, disgust written all over his face as he speaks. “Are you hiding some details from me? Thats not all that could have happened?”

“What do you mean that’s it? You want me to fuck her on my fire escape!?” You ask, sitting up quickly to stare wide eyed at the man.

“No! It’s too early for that!” He rolls his eyes and throws your pillow off to the side. You groan loudly as you let yourself fall back onto the bed, hands dragging down your face as you feel it beat up.

“Oh, calm down.” He rolls his eyes again and waves his hand toward you. “Don’t act as if I haven’t told you about all my sex stories.”

You glare at him through your fingers but he isn’t exactly fazed, he seems more amused by it all. Great not only are you embarrassed, he’s making fun of you while you are.

“I don’t want you to fuck her, yet,” he mutters the last part in hopes you wouldn’t hear but you hear it loud and clear, feeling your cheeks warm up. You roll onto your side so he can see your face as you glare at him.

“But I do want you to talk to her.” He says as he begins fixing pieces of your hair that are sticking to your forehead and on places they should be.

“See what the feels are.” You cringe at his words, nose scrunching up as you stare at him through your side eye view.

“Tell her your feelings, I’m sure she’ll tell you yours.” He says getting out of your bed and walking toward the bathroom.

You lay there for a moment, thinking about how it would come out to be. She could reciprocate your feelings and all could go well or she could just tell you it was an accident and she was just drunk, which was doubtful but still possible as you all were drinking before hand. You definitely liked the first one better.

“What if she doesn’t have ‘the feels’.” You say, making a hand gesture as you lay on your stomach to look up at him as he starts getting undressed.

“Yeah, she definitely kissed you cause she doesn’t like you back.” He says, a snort coming out after as he looks back at you with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes at him before speaking after a moment of silence. “What if I don’t like her?” You rest your chin in both of your hands as you watch him finish getting undressed leaving him in his boxer — well, yours you let him borrow for the not.

“Don’t bullshit me.” His face is blank when he says still but there’s still a glare on it as you roll onto your back to let him finish getting undressed.

You smile as you do so, he was — for once — right. But that didn’t make you any less nervous about doing any confessing.

“And then, once I’m proven right, you can ask her out on a date. A real one not that shit you two have been doing.” He calls out from inside the shower and you huff out as you grab your phone.

You tap the back of case as you stare at your message screen with Jenna. There were so many text — more than you’d like to admit as you’ve been texting for the last few months — and even more where you’d both text back to back.

It was embarrassing at first when your friends would catch glimpses of your message thread that never seemed to end but now it only made you smile.

You just stare at it before just deciding to send the message to get it over with.

————

You had gotten a response way to quick. You didn’t have time to process before the message bubble popped up, it was as if she were in the same predicament as you. You began to wonder if she too was degraded by a friend.

So, here you sat, music blaring in your ears on the subway going halfway across the city to see her as a man in his baggy spider man costume tries to give you a lap dance from the stanchions in front of your seat.

A sight to see as you lean more into your seat watching the man try to flip on the pole.

As soon as the bell rings your up on your feet and off the train before he can do anything else. You make your way up the stairs and maneuver your way around the large crowd and into the bustling Manhattan.

The snow was completely melted — well, almost. —which left mushy puddles and dirty streets and side walks, it didn’t help that the large chunks that were left looked like boulders as they sat frozen solid until it was warm enough to melt. The sign of the end of winter in New York, one no one who lived there enjoyed.

You let out a loud huff as you check the location one more time before setting off toward her hotel. You knew exactly where it was, coming often to do various things in the big city.

You’re quick to move past people and the angry traffic as they lay on their horns on the particularly busy day and time. You didn’t let that stop you from getting to where your supposed to, Jay walking when needed and ignoring people when they yell things and flick you off.

And soon enough your in front of the large hotel, standing not too far the doorman stands watching you closely too see if you’ll walk toward the doors or not.

You check your phone one more time just in case.

You

So I just.. walk in?

You text before looking back up at the hotel.

Jenna

Yeah, they should just let you in I called before hand

You

I don’t know, this guy looks like he’ll fight me if I get to close.

You look back up toward the doorman who continues to eye you.

Jenna

Would you like me to come down?

Jenna

I could even hold your hand if you’re really scared.

You

Haha, no I’ll just come up shaking in my boots.

Jenna

The offer is still open if you get too scared

You press your lips together before looking back up toward the doorman who narrows his eyes at you.

You narrow them right back as you move toward the door, keeping eye contact even after he opens the door and you move to go inside.

Once you enter you’re only met with the beautiful entrance and reception. Mostly old people lingering around speaking to one another while people in suits signed in or out.

Fancy. You thought as your eyes landed on the elevator. You make a bee line for it, letting the few people inside go out first before entering yourself along side an older couple who seemed to be having a bit of an argument.

“I just don’t see the problem.” The man rolled his eyes as the elevator dinged causing the woman to snap her head toward him.

“You don’t see the problem?” She asked exasperated. “You we’re sitting there with me while flirting with that waitress.” She says sharply and you press into the corner of the elevator, watching the numbers go up with anew found eagerness.

“No I wasn’t.” He rolls his eyes once again.

“Yes, you were!”

“We’re not doing this here.” He says as his eyes travel to you causing you to simply send him a glance as you look around as if nothing were happening.

“We’ll do this we I say we this!” She yells and as soon as that bell dings and the door opens, you’re out before it could go any farther.

You walk down the long hallway scanning the doors carefully. One side having B’s and the other having A’s. Jenna’s was 654B.

As you continue down the hall you can’t help but feel more and more nervous about how the talk will go.

You count down the doors until you reach 654B, seeing the number only making your heart race faster.

You take a moment to just stand there and contain yourself, breathing in and out slowly as you just stand and stare. If anyone were to see you they’d think you’re crazy and call security.

The door finally opens and you’re met with Jenna, face bare of any makeup baggy sweatshirt that almost hits her knees with a pair of shorts just hitting under it.

Her smile grows instantly at the sight of you, dimples that came whenever she would fitting perfectly with her freckled face.

The nervousness only made your heart beat faster at the sight.

“Hey.” She says, and a shy smile forms on your face as you look down at her.

“Hey.” You say back as she moves aside and opens the door a little more for you to enter.

The actress' hotel room is spacious and luxurious, with tall windows overlooking the city. The furniture is modern and sleek, and there's a faint scent of vanilla in the air.

Fits her just nice.

“Glad you could make it, was wondering if I was the only one who made it to this exclusive meeting.” She says with a teasing smile that makes your heart skip a beat before it starts up again, beating much faster than before.

Teasing was a good sign though. Right?

“It’s definitely a step up from my apartment.” You say as you look around the small seating area, her things litter around the room, not in a messy way though. It just seemed like she was staying her for a few months.

“Don’t let this celebrity glamour intimidate you, we’re still two people having a normal conversation.” She says it so effortlessly as if it didn’t bother her. As if she had this entire thing calculated in her head and was ready to talk about it.

She leads you toward the couch, it was white leather. You thought? It was slick like leather and it was pretty damn white. It was a miracle she hadn’t stained the thing yet.

“I guess we can get straight to the point and talk about the elephant in the room.” You say after taking a seat not too far away from her on the couch.

“Right down to it, huh?” She sighs out but nods none the less. Perhaps she didn’t have everything calculated.

Her leg bounces a little as she takes a moment to think of what to say, biting her lip lightly as she zoned out for a moment.

“I didn’t know you could be so nervous.” You smirk lightly as you lean back into the couch as if you weren’t having a heart attack in your seat as of this moment. A little light teasing should ease it and make the conversation easier.

“I didn’t know you could be such a smart ass.” She hits you back almost instantly coming out of her zoned out state, a smirk of her own as you nod slowly, narrowing your eyes at her.

This was the Jenna you were so used to. Confident and quick with her words. It was very charming.

“Touché.” You reply as you wait for her to speak or come up with something on your own without sounding to weird.

She breaks the silence with a sigh. "Okay, let's cut to the chase. What are we doing here?" she asks, trying to keep her voice soft and casual, despite the nervous pit in her stomach.

You take a deep breath, summoning your courage. "Well, I've kind of been wondering the same thing," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. "I mean, I'm not exactly a celebrity, and I'm sure you have other people you could be dating."

The actress rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. Don't sell yourself short. Sure, I may be famous, but that doesn't make me any better than you."

You manage out a small smile. "Thanks. But still, I'm not sure what you could see in me."

Jenna leans forward slightly, placing a hand on your knee, the simple action making your heart jump into your throat. "What I see is someone kind, intelligent, and genuinely funny. And that's more than enough for me."

Your cheeks turn red, but your smile grows wider. "That’s pretty sweet, especially after being berating my Lyle all morning."

The actress chuckles, the thought of the younger man making her smile. "Just calling it like I see it. But seriously, what do you think about all of this?" she asks, gesturing between the two of you.

You take another deep breath before speaking. "Well, truth be told, I've been crushing on you for a while now. And when we kissed last night... it was… amazing."

The actress smiles softly. "I felt the same way."

Your heart skips a beat at her words once again. "So, what does that mean for us?”

The actress takes a moment to think. "It means we can take it slow and see where this goes. I don't want to rush into anything, but I do like spending time with you, we can still be together just taking things slow."

You nod slowly, a small smile on your face as her mini ramble. "I agree. Let's see where this takes us."

It wasn’t a bad idea. Seeing as you two finally got your feelings out

As you think the actress suddenly remembers an important detail. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something," she says, looking at you with a serious expression. "I'm actually leaving the city in a week.”

Your heart sinks at the news. You had been hoping that the friendship between them could blossom into something more, but now it seemed like it was all about to be cut short. "I see," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Where are you going?”

"Back home," the actress explains. "I’ve been doing a lot of stuff here lately and I think it’s time for me to go back to do some other stuff as well.."

You nod slowly, knowing that you can't ask her to just stay with you rather than go home and do her career. But you also know that it's going to be hard saying goodbye after spending so much time together.

"I understand," you say after a moment. "I'm just glad we got to meet each other while you were here."

"Well, I actually have one last thing to tell you," Jenna says, giving you a small smile. "I was invited to the Met Gala next week."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "The Met Gala? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," she replies, a proud smile on her face that gives you a warm feeling in your chest. "And I was wondering if you'd come, even as a viewer or something. Then come to the after party with me if you can."

Your is speechless for a moment. You had never imagined that they would have the chance to attend such an exclusive event, let alone with someone as famous as Jenna. Hell, you never even thought you’d meet Jenna.

"Of course, I'd love to," you say finally, trying to hide your excitement. "Thank you so much for inviting me."

"You're welcome," Jenna says with a large smile. "It'll be a night to remember, that's for sure."

You nod in agreement, already thinking about how it would go. You feel like your life is about to take a very exciting turn with Jenna.

You really can't believe your luck. You’ve never wanted to really attend such a big event, but to get to go with one of Hollywood's biggest stars must have been something straight out of a movie.

"I can't believe you’ve got me going to the after party," you say, still trying to process the information.

"I know, it's crazy," the woman replied with a smile. "But I promise you, it's going to be a night you'll never forget."

The bookstore owner nods, excited but also a little nervous. You’ve never attended an event like this before, and you don't want to make a fool of yourself.

"Actually, I have one more thing to tell you," Jenna says, a twinkle in her eye. "And it has to do with our outfits."

You raise an eyebrow, confused. "Our outfits? What do you mean?"

"Well, I've been thinking about what we should wear to the Met Gala," Jenna explains. "And I think I have an idea, I’ll have to speak to my fashion designer but you’re going to have to trust me on this.”

You narrow your eyes at her, slightly concerned with the mischievous look on her face but let it go.

"Well, I'm open to anything," you say cautiously.

"Great!" the actress says, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "I'll leave the rest a surprise, but trust me, it's going to be perfect."

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can you do a ethan x male reader where Ethan is very shy and nervous when he goes around reader and then finally asks him out thanks !

Gold rush.

Ethan landry x male reader

I tried my best with this. I hope I portrayed Shy Ethan good enough you and I hope you enjoy what I did with the story!!

Ethan couldn't believe he let Chad drag him to this party. Out of all the things he could have been doing tonight, a Halloween party was not one of them. He stuck by Chad the entire time, too scared to interact with anyone else. 

Chad and Him were dancing, vibing along to the music that filled the entire house. Ethan stopped dancing when Chad tapped his shoulder. He was pointing towards something. 

"Look who's here" He looked over at where Chad pointed. It was Y/N. Chad gave Ethan a playful smile.

Chad was the only person who knew about his feelings towards Y/N. Ethan and Y/N weren't that close, only talking a few times. They had a class in film studies together. Ethan had tried to talk to him in the classes, which only led to him stumbling over his words or saying the stupidest shit ever. They had interacted outside of class a few times too. Mainly when Y/N hung out with Anika. Those two were like peas in a pod. It wasn't often but sometimes Anika would invite Y/N whenever they would hang out. Everytime she did this Ethan found himself trying his best to look presentable, always checking how his hair looked or making sure he dressed a certain way that made him look more attractive. 

He wasn't sure what it was about this boy that made him act like a fool. Was it his innocent eyes? His soft smile? Or maybe his comforting voice? He couldn't choose one aspect, they all made Y/N him, and that's what Ethan loved. He was special, at least in Ethans eyes. 

Chad shook Ethans shoulders, snapping him out of his trance. "You should go up to him. Maybe even ask him out" He jokingly jabbed his elbow into Ethans ribs. 

"What? No way. You're insane" Ethan started to blush. He was not going to embarrass himself like that. "He might not even like guys" he added

"Oh come on, he definitely does. Him and Anika went with Mindy to that pride parade a few months ago" Chad replied. 

"That means nothing" Ethan rolled his eyes with a scoff. 

"Just go up to him." Chad placed his hand on Ethans shoulder. "I'm sure it'll be ok" 

Ethan looks at Chad then over at Y/N. He was standing by a table, filling his cup up with whatever drink had been out. Ethan assumed Anika went off with Mindy somewhere, considering he was standing there alone. Those two rarely left each other's side. 

"Fuck it" Ethan looked back at Chad. Chad jumping up and down, slapping Ethans chest. 

"YES MAN YOU GOT THIS" He shouted, pushing Ethan towards the boy. "Go get him." 

Ethan began to walk over, fiddling with his hands. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He looked back at Chad, who gave him an encouraging smile and thumbs up. The walk felt like eternity. Like he was walking down an endless hall. He felt his palms start to sweat and his hands began to shake a little. His heart was pounding. He was really doing this. 

He reached the table, standing behind Y/N. He froze, not sure how to initiate the conversation. He reached forward tapping his shoulder. Y/N turned around. Ethan watched as a smile grew onto his face. 

"Omg Ethan hey" Y/N took Ethan in for a hug. "I didn't think you'd be here, doesn't seem like your thing. Nice costume though." Ethan smiled like an idiot. 

"You too" That's it? That's all he could do? A you fucking too? He wanted to leave. Turn around and never show his face again. 

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks. So what Brought you here?" he asked before taking a sip from his drink. 

"Uhh, Chad." he said pointing behind him. He saw Y/N lean over a bit before waving at Chad who was staring over at them. "So um I think we should talk." he begins to panic. "Unless you don't want to, I don't mind really. It's your decision" He felt himself cringe. He probably looks like an idiot right now. 

"Huh?" Y/N squints his eyes, leaning closer to Ethan trying to figure out what he said. "Sorry, the music's kind off fucking up my hearing right now. You wanna head somewhere quieter?" 

"Uh yeah sure" Ethan said. He felt a grasp on his arm as Y/N began to lead him through the house. They walked towards a sliding door that led outside. Surprisingly no one was out there. Y/N turned to face Ethan after he closed the door over. 

"Sorry, I couldn't hear a thing you said." Y/N sat down on the ledge of the step looking up at Ethan as he did the same. 

"oh um, it was nothing." Ethan internally cursed himself. Come on. He can do this. "Actually, I asked if we could talk." He says turning to face Y/N. He felt his face heat up releasing how close they were. 

"Oh ok. About what? Is everything ok?" Y/N looked worried. Something about it was cute to Ethan. 

"Yeah don't worry, everything's ok. I um. I just" He froze, should he continue? Fuck. He turned to look at the grass in front of him. His eyes began to water. He could practically hear his heartbeat at this point. 

"Just what?" Y/N reached up, placing a hand on Ethans shoulder. Ethan looked up from the ground, into Y/N's eyes. 

"I just wanted to ask you something thats all" He shook his head. "Its so dumb" 

"Hey, come on. A lot of dumb stuff comes out of your mouth but I'm sure this isn't." He felt Y/N move closer. "It can't be that dumb if you're this worked up over it" 

"Ok fine" Ethan took a deep breath, he didn't want to fuck this up. "I think you're cute, like really cute. I've felt this way for a while, like since the first day I saw you. You're just beautiful, your smile, your eyes, your laugh, how you always put people before you, just everything about you. I don't know if you feel the same, or if you even like guys, but I really needed to get this off my chest." Ethan sat there looking at Y/N. He didn't answer. Shit. Did he say too much? He knew he rambled a bit but was it that bad? He went to get up. 

"Wait, Ethan" Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling back, keeping him from leaving. "I um" Ethan felt like crying. He was about to be rejected. He knew it. He was going to scream at Chad for making him do this. 

"Listen Y/N, I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said all this" he pulled his arm away, leaving through the door, he turned back to glance at Y/N. He was just sitting there, shocked. Ethan felt his breathing get faster. 

Ethan stormed through the crowd, trying to get to the front door. On his way he bumped into Chad. 

"Hey Ethan, how did it go?" Chad looked at Ethan, seeing the tears on his cheeks. "oh shit, it's ok, we were just about to head home anyways." Chad placed his hand onto Ethans back, leading him to the front door. 

Ethan was glad Sam and Tara were arguing ahead of them, it took the attention off him. Chad and Ethan strolled behind the group. Anika had asked how he was. Ethan gave a faint smile, taking his helmet from his costume off. Anika grabbed the hat from his hands, placing hers on his head. She smiled back before turning back to walk with Mindy. 

Ethan felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out to check. Seeing a message from Y/N. "Where are you???" Ethan looked at it for a moment not knowing what to say. Why did he even care where he was? Before he could type a response he heard his name. He turned to see Y/N coming over, a worried expression on his face. 

"Hey, can we talk?" Y/N looked at Chad. Chad nodded before walking to catch up with the others. 

"I'm um. I'm sorry for what I said back there. It was so stupid, I don't know what I was thinking. You probably don't even like guys." Ethan realised he was rambling again. 

Y/N took Ethans hand, looking into his eyes. "No. I'm sorry. I froze back there, I wasn't expecting you to say that. I should have said something instead of just sitting there." Y/N moved closer, using his hand to wipe away the tears that still lingered on Ethans cheek. "I was hoping maybe we could talk now." 

Ethan nodded. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say anything stupid. 

"Ok. Well, I think you're cute too." Y/N gave Ethan a smile. "I've liked you for a while now aswell. I honestly didn't think you liked guys either." Y/N laughed to himself. "You don't understand how happy I was to hear those words come out of your mouth." 

Ethan began to blush. A smile growing on his face. 

"I was wondering if I could maybe head back with you guys? Party has gotten a bit boring" Ethan laughed, unable to contain the amount of joy he had. 

"I'd like that." He replied. The boy's hands stayed intertwined as they walked down the street towards Ethan's group of friends. Chad looks back, giving Ethan a smile. Ethan looks their hands. He couldn't believe it, he felt like he was in a dream. He glanced up at Y/N, taking in the boy's beauty. He takes a deep breath. Closing his eyes. Taking in the moment he has been hoping for since he met Y/N. 

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hi lovely t!! congrats on ur lovely lil celly <3 how about “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” with stevie? i think you’d make it super cute! lots of love 🫶🏼

A/N: hi bby!! and thank u 🥺💗 i'm sorry this took a lil longer but i hope you like it @stevestummy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | dustin's a menace & dorky/shy steve has a crush <3 | prompt in bold!

"This is borderline stalking."

"It's not stalking."

"Uh, borderline, it is," Dustin continued. "No normal or sane person goes to the same café two times a day, six times a week just to get a glimpse of some girl—"

"She's not some girl!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Dustin gasped exaggeratedly, hand on his chest. "The girl you pathetically have an obvious crush on since this café opened—which would make that three weeks of stalking, by the way—and who you've been daydreaming to be your wife and the mother of your kids even though you haven't had a conversation apart from you telling her your same boring coffee order because you can't even ask her number let alone ask her out!"

"My coffee order is not boring," Steve grumbled, cheeks hot because Dustin's rant was still filled with truth…unfortunately.

All because of you.

You who made his heart race and his legs feel like jelly the first time you locked eyes. You who made his brain a jumbled mess, any coherent words lodged in his throat that he was only able to stutter out the first coffee order that came to mind—on more than one occasion that made you believe it was his usual—or else he would've made an even bigger fool of himself by simply staring at you.

Now, Steve wasn't a believer in love at first sight, but this sure did feel close enough.

"What happened to your game King Steve?"

He groaned, head thumping against the steering wheel. "Jesus, man, I get it—"

"Do you really think she's dumb enough to buy your excuses that you're just showing your friends the new café by bringing a different person, mostly kids not your age, every single time you come here?" Dustin babbled on. "You're so obvious about it already! So just ask her out!"

"What do you think I'm doing here!"

"Stalking!" Dustin argued which earned him a glare. "What? You're in your car, waiting for her to clock in because you want her to be the one to take your order instead of sitting inside like a normal person because you don't want to make it obvious that you are waiting for her only as if parking your car in front of the establishment for the past ten minutes without getting out isn't a giant red flag!"

Steve blinked. "What did I ever do to you?"

Dustin took a few deep breaths before smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry, man, I haven't eaten lunch and I can smell their croissants every time the door opens."

Steve sighed, checking his watch.

"Come on. She should be here any minute now."

He internally cringed.

Maybe it did seem like he was stalking you when he even knew when you usually clocked in at certain times of the week.

In his defense, he'd been here plenty of times and it took some trial and error. Once he figured out roughly what your schedule was, it simply became a routine. He didn't go out of his way to steal your timetable and memorized it like some serial killer.

"Yeah, that's not creepy," Dustin grimaced. "Not creepy at all."

"I'll buy you anything you want if you don't embarrass me once we're inside," Steve gritted as he got out of the car. "If not, you're paying for yourself."

Dustin grinned toothily. "Deal."

•••

Steve's fingers were tapping on the wooden countertop as his eyes flickered between the menu and the 'employees only' door.

Your co-worker was behind the counter but didn't make an effort to go over to where they sat on the stools, much to Dustin's dismay. It was almost as if she knew that Steve wanted it to be you who'd take his order. 

His face warmed at the thought.

One that was definitely proven right when she shot him a knowing wink as she disappeared into the back and announced the end of her shift, his palms sweating as he watched the closed door in anticipation

Steve's heart jumped out of his chest and landed on the palm of your hand when you walked in.

Your eyes immediately found his, your irises twinkling and oh so fucking beautiful, smile sweet and warm that turned his brain to mush and all he could think about was: pretty pretty pretty.

Steve struggled to pick his jaw off the floor as he tried to return your grin without looking too much like a lovesick fool.

He knew he failed miserably at that.

Painfully and so downright obvious when he gawked at you, adoration filling his bones at the way you listened attentively to Dustin as he listed all the pastries he wanted to try like they were free—well, Steve supposed since he offered to pay for it all, it kind of was.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted cheerily, beaming. "The usual?"

"H-Hi! and yeah–yes…please," he said, smiling timidly, cheeks flushed, heart skipping when you giggled. It took Dustin kicking his foot to stop him from staring at you for a couple of minutes more. Gathering his sanity, his courage, his breath, his everything, he cleared his throat, "So, uh, do you wanna—uhm…burger? Maybe fries? Milkshakes too!"

"Steve, we don't serve those here," you chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in your eyes, tone teasing. "I thought you knew that already? Being a regular and all."

"No, no, no, it's uh, I meant—" Steve took a deep breath, and he swore he was having a fever because of how hot his body felt. "Wanna, like—I mean, if you’re not busy…We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?"

"Well, I think I've had enough of coffee," you said, face scrunching in the most adorable of ways as you waved around you, the smell of freshly roasted beans strong in the air. "And it's way past lunch already."

Steve's heart fell into his stomach.

"Oh."

This was it. You were letting him down gently. You probably realized just how fucking creepy he'd been acting coming here all the time and—

"How about dinner this Friday night?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, his face burning red. He saw Dustin bury his face in his hands, muttering about how painful this was to watch. Steve ignored him as he turned back to you. "I mean, yeah, I'm free Friday…any time—for you, yeah."

"Cool," you giggled, and Steve swore if he'd hear that angelic sound one more time, he was going to ask you to marry him. You scribbled something on your notepad, your smile shy yet bright as you ripped the paper and handed it to him. "Here's my number. You can pick me up at seven."

"O-Okay," he choked out, cheeks hot and hurting as his grin grew wider. "I will."

Then, you leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek and Steve swore his heart stopped beating, brown eyes wide, jaw hanging, awestruck and dazed as you took his breath away. 

"It's a date," you whispered, fingers resting under his chin to close his mouth, winking before you made your way toward the door. He tried to fight off his frown when he immediately missed your touch, craving more. "I'll be back. I promised Dustin over here to get him one of the freshly baked croissants in the oven."

"Thanks, Y/N!" Dustin chuckled, waving excitedly.

"Fucking slap me," Steve breathed out once you were out of earshot, flinching when a palm hit the back of his head. He glared at his friend. "It was rhetorical!"

"I can't believe that worked," Dustin groaned. "That was so fucking bad."

Steve rolled his eyes, grinning smugly as he waved the paper you gave him. "I still got her number, didn't I?

"Technically, she gave it to you, idiot. You didn't do shit but ask for burgers and fries in a place that serves coffee and pastries. You've got nothing to be smug about."

Steve couldn't even find himself to be embarrassed about it. He was too high on life, his cheek still tingling from where your lips had touched his skin, your sweet scent still lingering in the air that nothing could ever bring him back down.

"I'm still getting the girl."

"Yeah, with your serial killer stalker strategy"

"Shut up."

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Heartbeat

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" You chanted as you threw your head back against the pillow. Doctors and nurses chattering as they wheeled you away. 

"I know you're in a lot of pain, but if you could just stay calm, everything will be okay." A woman said to you as she put a hand on your arm. 

"Oh no, I'm not worried about the pain, you've already given me loads of drugs," You hastily replied as you glimpsed at your very visibly broken leg; damn your stupid apartment complex for never fixing the lift. "I just- is Addison here?" You questioned; your eyebrows furrowed. The woman's eyebrows furrowed as well. "Addison Montgomery? She's a surgeon here." You gasped out as you felt the bed halt to a stop, nearly colliding with some people. You watched her face fall with recognition.

"Oh yes, Addison, yeah I know her," and that was when you saw her nametag and your eyes widened.

"Torres! I've heard a lot about you, please don't tell her I'm here," you begged, "She will kill me. She's always telling me- 'Y/n, don't run down the stairs, you're gonna fall and break something'" You mocked, doing your best impression of her, to which a smile grew across Torres' lips.

"You're Y/n," she grinned, and you were stopped in a room to be looked at more closely.

"The one and only," you grinned back. "Obviously, she was right about me falling, cause here I am." You chuckled and gestured to the bone sticking out from your skin, you cringed as you stared at it a little too long, "It's pretty gross, but you've probably seen worse." 

"Oh-ho yes, I have definitely seen worse. This was not how I imagined meeting Addison's girlfriend," she smirked as she examined your break.

"Nor was I-" You stopped abruptly when you spotted red hair and salmon scrubs. "Oh my god, Addison, she can't see me like this, she would totally freak about seeing my literal bone. Don't let her see me, please?" You stared into her eyes pleadingly as you shrank back into your pillow. She nodded her head and you let out a breath of thanks; you watched intently as Dr. Torres guided her away from discovering you.

"Okay, you'll be going into surgery soon and I'll be getting you all fixed up and sewn together." She nodded at you once she had made her way back.

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Your surgery had been a success, and you had been placed in a room to recover. Callie was eating her lunch when Addison came and sat next to her.

"I think I'm going crazy," Addison started to which Callie had scoffed at. "No, I'm actually being serious, I think this job is making me feel lonely."

"And why is that, exactly?" Callie questioned with an eyebrow raised at her friend.

"I keep hearing Y/n, all day, I have either been hearing her voice or hearing her name. I've been in this hospital for so many hours that my brain is deciding to hallucinate. I mean- it's crazy, right?" Callie choked on her food and pretended to carry on as if she hadn't. Now it was Addison's turn to raise an eyebrow at her friend. "Right?" She quizzed and stared at Callie as she continued to eat.

"Right, exactly, you should spend more time at home." Callie fumbled out and Addison felt her heart waver.

"You know something." Addison stated.

"No." Callie wavered, a feeble attempt at lying to something so obvious.

"Oh my god, where is she?" Addison gasped out with panic and got up from the table.

"She's fine, she's fine! Just recovering." Callie blurted out after her as she jogged to catch up with her.

"Recovering from what?" Addison hissed as she began to check the recovery rooms.

"A broken leg," Callie mumbled when the door to your room swung open and Addison's eyes landed on you. You were still knocked out and sleeping peacefully when your girlfriend walked up to you and checked your chart.

"I told her to stop running down those stairs or she would break something." Addison grumbled and placed a hand on your own. "You never listen, do you? And look where that's gotten you. Jesus." She said letting out a breath as she pulled out the images of your break. You began to stir and when you cracked open an eye to see Addison's worried face staring down at yours, your heartbeat picked up wildly.

"Please don't be mad." You rasped out, voice heavy with sleep and the medication you had been given. At seeing the pace of your heartbeat on the monitor, she had begun to check you for any complications.

"Just a little." She murmured, too focused on your wild heartbeat.

"Stop, it's nothing medical," you chuckled and placed a hand on her wrist, "you're just very pretty." Your eyes met hers and you couldn't stop the blush from spreading to your cheeks. Addison rolled her eyes a smirk adorning her lips and she sat down next to you.

"You're so stupid." She laughed. Callie smiled softly at the two of you before quietly leaving you in peace. Addison shuffled down the bed and laid down, facing you.

"Rude." You whispered and planted a kiss to her head, Addison frowned slightly, the kiss to the head clearly not enough and she pressed her lips against your own. You hummed at the kiss and kissed her again before playing with her hair. "Salmon scrubs?" You chuckled and she slapped your arm teasingly. "Hey! I'm injured here."

"I can't believe you actually fell down the stairs." She began to laugh, her whole body shaking, and you rolled your eyes.

"Rude, again." 

"Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"You're right, I'm not."

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one. awkwardness.

previous. next.

y/n knew that the first meeting between him and shoto would be a little awkward due to neither of them being familiar with the other, but he found that he greatly underestimated how awkward it would truly be as he sat across from shoto, pretending to be typing on his laptop. shoto had arrived before y/n did and was quick to formally greet him before going back to his laptop. y/n didn’t want to assume that shoto was avoiding conversation similarly to he was so he didn’t interrupt shoto’s typing in case he truly was setting up for their meeting.

“sorry if this is awkward for you. i know we don’t know each other beyond our names, but i hope that we can use this project to become friends. i assume that is the professor’s end goal, at least,” shoto broke the silence, prompting y/n to halt in his feigned typing and look up at the man.

“no! i mean— not no to the friends part but to the awkward part. no as in it’s fine and i’m definitely making this more awkward than it truly is,” y/n sputtered, embarrassed at the crack in his voice as he almost choked on his words.

“i got what you meant. no worries,” shoto gave a toothless smile before glancing back at his screen. “it says that we are expected to meet up at least three times a week including one day of the weekend. for every first meeting, we choose an emotion and that is the emotion we have to incorporate into some form of writing for the week. along with our writing, he wants a visual representation. hmm, sounds easy enough to me,” shoto explained, muttering the last part to himself.

“well, i’m not sure how much help i’ll be with the written proportion, but i am a design major, so i don’t mind doing the brunt of the visual representation. i was reading over the rubric earlier and i have a few ideas already,” y/n said, opening the draft with his ideas in writing.

“i’m so glad that you said that because i am a political literature major and i cannot draw or anything to save my life. i can however do the majority of the written portion, as long as we can come up with a general outline for what it should contain,” y/n nodded along to shoto’s words before turning his laptop to the bi-coloured boy.

“i actually have an idea that i really wanted to do for the project and wanted to run it by you. i was thinking that we could do a calendar layout, but with week numbers rather than months. i think it’ll earn us the bonus points for creativity and it would be way more enjoyable than doing the standard slide show with a company generated theme.”

“i like that. yeah, we should do that,” shoto easily agreed, having been impressed with y/n’s demo of the calendar inspired layout. “it’s really well done for it to be just a demo. it’ll look great as we continue to add to it every week.”

“yeah, thanks,” y/n responded, cringing to himself at his short response before talking again. “what days are you free during the week and which day do you want to meet during the weekend?”

“i’m free after 3 p.m. on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays and on tuesdays and thursdays, i have a free block from 12 p.m. to about 6 p.m. since i do track. i was also hoping that we could make our weekend meet up on a saturday? i usually spend sunday with my friends from highschool.”

“saturday would be best for me, too, but it would have to be a brunch thing as i usually take studio trips in the evenings. but i can do mondays and wednesdays after 4 p.m. so we could meet up before, during, or after dinner if you want.”

“sounds like a plan. i’ll add that to the document,” shoto nodded, going back to his computer without another word.

and the awkward silence was back.

y/n groaned silently as they held their head in their hand behind the computer screen.

it was difficult for y/n to sit in the silence without wanting to bring up anything that the two could possibly talk about, but he didn’t want to annoy shoto with his constant spiels and rambling. y/n could talk for hours if he was asked to, but his throat dries all the way up when he has to talk to shoto.

he asked kamya what she knew about his partner from the assignment and all she knew was that he was friends with her partner, having seen the two on campus together before. she didn’t know any club affiliations nor did she know his past relationships or better yet, his current status. it came as a shock to him as kamya usually knew everyone's business before they had the chance to tell her themselves.

“so, since our first week is probably going to be the most awkward, i was thinking we should make that this week's emotion. i mean, it’s fitting, no?” todoroki’s voice brought y/n out of his thoughts and back to the cafe table.

“yeah, i think that would be the best course of action. it’ll probably help break the tension. awk-awkward tension, that is,” y/n said, stumbling over his word after realizing the accidental implication that he potentially made.

“okay, i’ll email you with drafts for the week and you can do the same if you like, but i doubt that i’ll be able to give any artistic assistance,” shoto joked, earning a slight giggle from the dark skinned male across from him.

“no worries, i’ll still send you updates in case picasso’s ghost whispers anything in your ear,” y/n joked back, packing up his things with the intention of leaving soon.

“i’ll see you monday at 5 for dinner and planning,” shoto said, watching as the boy stood from his seat.

“monday at 5. i’ll be there. wherever there is. see you.”

y/n walked away from the table after receiving a wave from shoto. y/n didn’t make it more than 10 steps away from the cafe before he loudly exhaled and held his hand to his chest.

fuck, he’s even prettier when he smiles.

the first meeting didn’t change anything between the two outside of meeting times. y/n even began to make the extra effort to not see shoto before they met for the second time as he allowed himself to reflect and cringe at his departing joke, deeming himself too nervous to calmly interact with him on a daily basis.

the second meeting definitely went better than the first as there was a lot more material to cover with their ideas. y/n’s forced his eyes to stay on his ipad rather than letting them trail over to the boy across from him. he spent most of the meeting working on a general template that could be edited to fit each week of their project, only looking up from it to show shoto his work or to listening to whatever comment todoroki made on his own work.

“you did a really nice job with the written portion. there are no typos or wordy sentences and i’ve never been so glad to have someone as a partner. i usually feel bad about being so unhelpful with the written parts but i know that i would not have been any help to you,” y/n said as he read the text that todoroki provided for their project during their final weekly meeting.

y/n wasn’t just exaggerating for the sake of fawning over his crush, he truly admired the word choice of the written portion. he wasn’t expecting something so polished and eloquent to be produced for a mere draft that would be updated later.

“it’s still not perfect, but i’m glad you are impressed with my contribution. and it’s only fair that we have a well-written entry to match your artwork. i mean, the draft was good, but this is coming along beautifully,” shoto zoomed in on parts of the design y/n made.

“i’m planning to make it interactive so i’ll at least contribute something other than a few drawings. i hope that’s okay with you,” y/n turned his attention back to his ipad as his face grew warm from the praise.

“perfect. i am all for it.”

the two parted ways after finishing their final draft, todoroki excusing himself to meet up with his friends and y/n planning to go to kamya’s dorm to rant about whatever was on his mind.

so, shoto todoroki.

“...mya, i’m telling you, he’s so fucking attractive without even trying. and he’s naturally charming. he gives the nicest feedback which feeds my ego in the best ways. i’m losing my mind,” y/n ranted, pushing his head into the throw pillow on kamya’s bed.

“you are one of the most delusional people i know. he’s being nice because you are good at art. not because he’s falling for you, stupid. get a grip,” kamya said, not sparing the boy a glance as she continued to type on her laptop.

y/n stared at kamya for a few seconds before speaking. “i hope you fail your econ exam.”

“because i won’t feed into your delusions?!” kamya laughed at her friend as he started to hit her with the pillow in his hands. “my bad, you right. he’s madly in love with you and wants you so bad.”

“now was that so hard to say?”

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[irudowb]

Phantom pt. 2

an: i made a part 2 because i felt like it

warnings: 18+ smut, sex, sex with feelings, confessions (sort of), kissing, swearing, fluff, no use of Y/N, fem!reader, like two other characters are in here.

lowercase intended

fic is below cut

he couldn't take it. how on earth is he supposed to see you after what he did last night. he could barely sleep a wink. the thought of seeing you after what he did last night grew far too embarrassing. more embarrassing to the fact that while he showered afterwards, he let himself indulge further.

he glares at his work outfit on his floor. he could just… put it on, go to work and pretend you're not there. no, ignoring you won't do any good, you'd dig into his very soul to figure what's wrong and why he's acting weird. just the thought of you looking his way has him shivering. yeah, absolutely not. this is not happening. he'll just call in. yeah…

crawling across the tatami mats he grabs his cell and calls kunikida, but as he hears the ringing, he freezes. what is he supposed to do. it's kunikida. he's not going to give atsushi the day off just because he so asks. he rushes to the bathroom right as kunikida greets him. he shoves his fingers down his throat, naturally, his body rejects them. he returns the greeting with insistent gags and heaves. what… the fuck is he doing?

"…atsushi?"

the line is silent for a few moments before atsushi croaks, "hey, kunikida!" he sniffles then coughs which turns into another gag. he can hear kunikida physically cringe.

"…yeah, absolutely not, don't come in."

"are you-?"

"there's no way i'm letting you come in with that. just… get better by monday." kunikida promptly hangs up.

atsushi is left with the dial tone ringing in his ear for a second before a wide smile etched across his lips. this is the first time he's pulled this stunt, and truth be told; he's proud. he's definitely not the type of person to skip work. besides kunikida, he likes to think he as perfect attendance, however, there can be… exceptions.

he wipes his face while mentally patting himself on the back, somebody get him an oscar.

now, he thinks, he just has to get himself back in proper shape before monday. it was friday, so he just had to avoid you all weekend. easy. he'd stay in, get into a new show, entertain himself to, completely and wholly, forget about what transpired. who was he even thinking about, he chuckles to himself.

his plan worked. until sunday rolls around.

being holed up inside all weekend was actually a lot worse than he thought. so, sunday morning he decided to go on a run, the fresh air would be nice, and moving his limps for more than five steps to the kitchen and back to his futon would be best.

on his way back, kyoka asks him for 'those cookies with the jelly filling' - she didn't know the name. atsushi laughs at the message before responding with a thumbs up. the market was on the way back anyway, he didn't think it would be much of a hassle.

but he also didn't think you'd be here. still in your pyjamas.

granted, it was early in the morning, there were five people in the market at most.

here you both were, face to face, in the juice isle.

he was not ready to see you, not yet! those beautiful eyes he so dreaded seeing, boring into him. you're talking to him but he can't understand a word you're saying. his mind so suddenly broke down the cage he built up, memories within.

it's only been three days and it feels like it's been months. yeah, he definitely wasn't ready, maybe he should take monday off too, maybe even quit, move to a different province, continent even.

wait, why are you looking at him like that?

"atsushi?" oh, that voice. he feels sick, dizzy with want.

"hi." he lets out, a little breathless; dazed.

"hi…?" you tilt your head looking at him quizzically from head to toe. "were you listening?"

"no."

"oh…kay, um." now why do you look confused?

oh.

"oh! no-uh, yes! i mean, sorry uh- sorry. i'm sorry, i just, um, have a lot on my mind. yeah…sorry." nice save, atsushi.

you squint your eyes at him while shifting your basket from one arm to the other. "are you feeling alright? you look very flushed." your tone is gentle but inquistive and atsushi wishes the floor would just eat him up, chew him like a piece of gum then spit him back out.

"i'm good! yeah, no i'm alright, i just uhh went on a run." not a lie, but he didn't have to tell you that the run wasn't even that strenuous, if anything it was a leisurely jog.

"i see…" you fix him another glance before shaking your head. "anyway, what are you doing here so early?"

"kyoka wanted me to pick up some jammy dodger cookies." he holds them up like they're evidence to a case.

"they sell those here?" your eyes light up and his knees feel wobbly. it was never this bad before, he wants to slap himself but at the same time he doesn't want it to end.

he hums, "yeah, want me to show you?" and you nod.

he trails with you as your finish your shopping, devolving into a, finally, normal conversation like you would everyday. the cashier rings up your groceries as you continue your conversation with atsushi.

"oh, by the way, how was work on friday?"

he tilts his head in question.

"i feel like i should be the one asking you that. i didn't go." a surprised noise escapes you.

"i didn't go either, i ended up catching a fever. it's gone now, but i didn't want to risk the others getting sick if i did get worse."

oh…

"are you feeling alright?" he steps closer.

"hm? yeah, yeah i'm all good. it was only for one day, it was kinda bizzare." you mindless explain, tapping your card to the pos machine. it's then that he notices you paid for his (read: kyoka's) cookies. you hand them off with a smile.

he walks you home, just like any other work day. he finds you two in the same position standing outside your door, only this time you don't lean up to his cheek, you instead say, "do you wanna come in?"

his mind immediately screams 'yes,' completely forgetting kyoka waiting at home for him. but… he's sure she can wait, whatever it is you two were gonna do in there he was, maybe, sure it wouldn't take long. he opens his mouth about to answer when the most logical piece of his mind scolds him for thinking that way. he closes his mouth again. is he really sure he wants to be in closed quarters with you? jesus, he thinks, he's not an animal. he'd have to get serious help if he can't control himself.

you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows trying to grasp why he's as stiff as a board, gaping. softly smiling, "you can stop by later, i'm not doing anything." finally pulling him out his minds discussion.

he exhales, matching your smile in thanks. he promises to come over when he has the time, before turning on his heel to hurry home. you laugh, turning your key, your dog barks. opening the door, she jumps and barks happily seeing your face, you mock her just as happily, shutting the door behind you.

when atsushi gets home, he starts properly weighing his options, being around you still could be awkward, this morning may have just been luck. but at the end of the day, he's your best friend, and you're his. he doesn't want to go over and have his own emotions fuck with it. he's going to be a normal human being and hang out with his best friend and NOT blurt out that he's in love with her and ruin months of bonding.

kyoka greets him at the door from where she sits at their kotatsu. he hands her the cookies, smiling softly as he watches her eyes light up. he excuses himself, easily being reminded of his sweat stench when he walked in. maybe it was best he didn't walk in to your apartment right away. now he has the time to make sure he looks good.

after his shower, he slips on a skin-tight white long sleeve and loose fitting casual black pants. stepping in front of the mirror, he tries to see himself from an outsider point of view. he looked… great, actually. atsushi gives himself a goofy smile trying his damnest to ignore what you'd think.

stepping out into the main room where he finds kyoka in the same spot. he notices, half a row in the cookie container gone, walking by he pops one into his mouth.

she looks up from her book and looks over his form. "you look nice." …happy, even.

he turns his head from looking in the fridge to her. "thank you." he poses dumbly, making her purse her lips hiding a laugh. he walks over sitting down on another side of the kotatsu, sneaking one more cookie. atsushi lets her know that he'll be seeing you later. this wasn't out of the norm, she thinks, what was out of the norm, was him practically dolling himself up for you. she wasn't stupid, she knew what it meant, she was just curious if he did, though she never brought it was. she was ready to talk about it whenever he was.

they talked for a while before kyoka got a message from yosano begging her to come shopping with her. yosano mentioned in the message that you had declined, atsushi had to stop the smile from ripping his face in half at the implication that you denied because you were waiting for him. he knew it was silly but that didn't stop him.

kyoka left and he sat around for a few minutes psyching himself up enough to walk over. whatever happens, he will not mess this up. he repeats those words a few times over staring at himself in the mirror before giving himself another confident smile, walking out the door. -

he was not nervous, he was never nervous, not when it came to you anyway.

so…

why is he not knocking?

he's right here. right at the door, just knock.

he exhales and raises his hand. three knocks and on the first one your dog barks from within. a few seconds and he hears you calm her down. his heart nearly beats out of his throat, swallowing it back down right as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hi."

your dog barks from between your legs and atsushi greets her as well.

"hi, ima! i missed you!" he feels your eyes on him, staring, he can't help but bask in the attention, unknowing.

"sorry! come in," you widen the gap, letting him in. ima, your dog, dances between his legs excitedly. squatting down to pet her, her tail lashes back and forth excitedly, hitting his hand - you notice, lacking their regular black fingerless gloves.

he stays entertained with her for the moment as you make your way to the kitchen asking, "can i get you anything?"

"eehh, i'll take a water, please."

he starts running through ima's training quietly, 'roll over,' he'd say, 'spin,' then finally, 'sit.' he claps happily at her, "good girl!"

you return back to where he is and hand him a glass. "i made some snacks, i wasn't sure." he walks out of the entry way (shoes off) with ima on his trail, sitting himself down on the couch.

"no worries, i don't think i've ever said no to food. i'm-"

"always hungry." you walk to the couch and give him a knowing smile, "i know."

he smiles back shyly but watches you sit down next to him.

from there, you delve into conversation, topic changing here and there.

you had just finished explaining telling the difference between predator's and prey's just from looking at where their eyes are located on their head - it was brought up when atsushi was telling a story of when a crow landed in front of him one day and starts staring him down, atsushi explained that he felt like a prey despite being three times the size of it. though, suddenly you remembered something.

"you mentioned early at the store that you missed work on friday as well, what happened?" you asked. he was completely unprepared for the question. of all the things he thought over when he was psyching himself up earlier, this was the LAST thing he thought you'd ask. "i know you're not the type of person to miss work, even if it is completely reasonable." he hears the scolding tone by the end but he's too lost in his head trying to think of a proper excuse to respond.

"umm, yeah. i ended up running into akutagawa after i dropped you off. we had a little scuffle, i wanted to take the day off to heal." not a half bad excuse, he thinks, before your eyes widen and start berating him with questions like, 'are you okay?!' 'what was he doing?' 'how did you get away?'

he holds his hands out in front of him in defence. "i-i'm okay! we fought for a bit before he inevitably said i 'wasn't worth his time'." perhaps it wasn't best to fill your mind with lies about something that didn't even happen. granted, you didn't like akutagawa anyway, but there's no need to feed the frustrations more.

you cross your arms and huff in frustration. "he really gets on my nerves. at the same time, i know where he's coming from but doing unnecessary things like that is so out of league, even for him." you glare at the wall like he's standing there ready to fight.

he chuckles nervously, hands dropping to his knees. you suddenly turn to him, leaning in close. he backs away slightly, but you relent. "are you sure you're okay?"

he exhales a low breath. "yeah, i'm sure. it was a few days ago, i was fully healed the next day." his timeline didn't fit, from the time he called in sick and from when he "healed," didn't make sense, he knew that, he knew you knew that too, but you didn't say anything.

you look him up and down as best as you can from where you're both sitting on your couch before nodding. "good." you pull back from his space. he has to physically restrain himself from trying to reduce the distance again. in the back of his mind, he can hear byakko growl at him, but he pointedly ignores her, only increasing her sounds. 'calm. down.' he closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. he's thankful you got up to refill your tea otherwise you would have dug into his soul, worrying over him.

you come back a moment later. "let me know if you get, like, actually hungry. i can order in or something." he nods as best as he can without it looking forced or shaken.

you two settle down after that on a show you picked up together. sometimes he would come over, sometimes you'd go over and watch, some days you would watch it over facetime just wanting to be in your own homes but still close in a way. it's an interesting show, something about law, atsushi was intrigued and really liked the show, but he had a hard time focusing on it right now.

his eyes are on you. your hair tied back with a black clip giving him the, oh so stunning view of your side profile. side burns lead his eyes down to the expanse of your neck, byakko purs at the idea of marking it, teasing up and down between your pulse point before ever gently sinking-- atsushi stands up suddenly, before you can ask if he's okay, he rushes out words, all you catch is 'sorry,' and 'bathroom.'

he has half a mind to close the door gently as to not draw more attention to himself. he glares so deeply in the mirror he's surprised it doesn't crack. 'can you keep it in your fucking pants for five minutes?' he feels byakko nudge his mind's eye as an apology but he knows it's not real. 'jesus, you really are an animal.' his words are rough but oddly affectionate. at the end of the day, byakko is him and he is byakko. some days (like today) he hates it, but it's who he is, somewhere deep in his mind he knows he wouldn't change it for the world.

composed, he walks back out, silently waving off your worried gaze with a smile, sitting back down next to you. just, ever so, slightly further away you noticed. your lips speak before your mind does. "atsushi?"

he turns to you with a questioning glance.

you didn't even know what you wanted to say, fumbling, you ask, "do you want to pause it?"

he looks confused but shakes his head, "no, that's okay."

you say 'okay' with an exhale, beelining your gaze back to the T.V. you feel his eyes on you, it feels like it's eating you inside out. unconsciously, you lips your lips, comforted by the wetness now coating your lips.

atsushi's soul is practically screaming, he should - needs to say, something, anything. this time around, byakko beats him to the punch. "come here." the words so quiet you wouldn't have heard it if the show didn't choose to be quiet right at that moment. you slowly turn your head to face him, his eyes certain but somewhere behind them it's unsure. you slide a little closer, bringing one leg up on the couch to make it easier to face him.

"what?" your tone genuinely curious.

shit, guess he can't keep it in.

atsushi leans in a bit, he whispers, "tell me to stop and i will."

before you even have time to vocalize your confusion, his lips are on yours. for a few moments you don't move. you pull back slightly, still very much in his space, catching his eyes with yours. quickly, atsushi starts forming an apology but before he has the chance to speak, you push back onto his lips, desperate. he makes a noise, strangled between a groan and a growl, whatever it was, it shoots down your spine to your hips.

his hand shoots up to the space between your cheek and the base of your neck, keeping you locked onto his lips (not that you wanted to leave). the show completely forgotten by now, you straighten your back, bringing your other leg up and sitting on it. his other hand reaches your knee, fingers digging into the crevice trying to pull you closer. you softly bit his lower lip, asking - begging - for more.

"fuck…"

he breaths your name against your lips, he brings your lips back together feverishly. he successfully brings your leg closer to him, but you decide its not close enough. without breaking the kiss, you swing your leg across his thighs settling yourself in his lap, hovering over him. both of your hands encase his face deepening the kiss.

he pulls back but a second later his lips are glued to your neck, your hands weave to the back of his neck, pulling and tugging the loose strands. he utters your name again against your skin and goosebumps dance along your entire body. he smiles into the junction between your neck and shoulder. hands meet your knees, slowly raising themselves higher, one hand hooks behind your thigh keeping you close. his fingers dig into your skin as if to consume you. a quiet moan slips past your lips, you feel an exhale against your shoulder and instantly know he's laughing at you.

desperate for control, you tug on his hair pulling his head back to you, slotting your lips once again. he curses against your lips, you swallow them up before they have a chance to escape. you grasp his forearms keeping them where they are, and find yourself nipping at the line of his jaw and down his clavicle. his head falls back against the couch allowing you more access.

"shit…" the words are followed by a breathy moan. you nose down the side of his neck and it's your turn to smile.

"who knew you had such a dirty mouth."

his eyes widen as he pants. it's nearly impossible now for him to form a coherent thought. your hands drop from his forearms and reach down to the hem of his shirt, playing with it, letting him know where you're at, not wanting to go to fast.

his mind is somewhere else, he pushes back into the plush couch before ripping it off himself. you're immediately back on him, this time planting butterfly kisses to his collarbone and shoulder. "i don't think i told you, but you looked good in that shirt."

the compliment goes straight to his dick. his hands find your hips. just as you did him, he digs the tips of his fingers up into it, desperate for your skin. you lean you head back looking into his eyes, both panting. you put your hands on his and guide them further up under your shirt. he takes the hint before removing it completely. the skin of your torso completely opposite of his - he notices. clear of any scars or blemishes, he thumbs and fingers everywhere he can, mapping it. he doesn't have more time to dwell on the differences between you two before you catch his lips again, this time more softly.

you grind and rock you hips into anything you can from your position. he takes notice and palms your hips, guiding you.

"god, you look so beautiful." you whine, frustrated at the lack of friction and desperate for more than you were a few moments ago.

"bedroom." you demand and he doesn't need to be told twice before standing up and wrapping you legs around his waist. you squeal and giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder. he gives you a smile.

he places you on the bed, gently, like you're a piece of fine china. your legs frame his torso as he plants his hands on either side of your chest, hovering over you. you wriggle around, getting comfy. he watches you with a fond smile.

"…what?" you push back into the mattress, trying to escape his blinding gaze.

"have i ever said you're beautiful?"

you squirm, "you just did earlier…"

"i mean before that. like have i ever. at all?"

this time you do pause, genuinely thinking. he hadn't. but you didn't mind, you weren't the type of person to feed off of other people's compliments. you knew you were pretty, you didn't need other people to say so. if other people didn't think so that was fine with you because they're subjected to their own opinions. granted, it is nice to hear compliments every now and then but you never beat yourself up about it.

"no." you speak plainly.

he really was an idiot, he thinks. he leans in close, brushing your lips against his whispering, "you're beautiful. you're so pretty it hurts. i can't go a day without thinking about you. i want to see your face when i go to sleep and i want to see it when i wake up. god, and you're so stunning in the sun," he plants kisses between his words every now and then, covering your face with his lips.

your eyes glimmer with tears, but you laugh, turning your face to the side trying to escape his wrath. "'kay, okay!" he begrudgingly leans back to look at you again.

"i love you." he speaks with so much certainty it nearly freezes you in time.

you exhale a shaky breath, a smile stretches across the expanse of your face. you grip his face pulling him down to a proper kiss, an 'i love you too' is brushed across his lips. he rushes his lips back onto yours in response, leaning in close, your chests connect.

he brings his lips back down to your neck, this time not blocked by clothing. he gently grazes his canine below your ear, you tremble and pant at the implication. reaching down between your bodies, you trail a finger up his erection through his pants. growling, he bites down on the corner of your jaw, not enough to break skin.

"please…" you whisper and he shivers so deep you feel it travel through him and onto you. he moves his hands down to the waistline of your pants, pulling back to silently ask permission. your own eyes swim in approval before he slowly slides them down, his eyes watching his own hands. contrasting his movements, once your pants reach your ankles you hurriedly kick them off. chuckling, he places kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. arching your back, you reach behind, unclasping your bra. he wastes no time latching himself back to you, worshipping you in every way. his hand crawls up from your calf to your thigh.

he continues down, his eyes watching your face the entire time. therefore, he sees your pleading eyes, but does nothing to hurry. if anything, he goes slower. he kisses the skin just above the hem of your underwear and whine lowly. had you not been looking, you would've missed the tug of his lips, threatening to smile. he takes the line of your underwear into his teeth before letting it go to slap back to your skin.

"atsushi!" you whine louder at the treatment.

"there it is…" both hands on your hips pull your underwear down your legs. you move to lock your legs together, shy, but atsushi places himself back in between, nipping the side of your knee as a punishment. leaning up he kisses the fold where your thigh bends at your hip, leading the kisses to the inside of your thigh, giving the other side the same treatment.

your hand finds his head, softly scratching his scalp. looking up again, he sees you just the way he thought you'd look. hair sprawled across your pillow, face flushed, panting. he smiles into your skin.

"atsushi, please…" and who is he to deny such a pretty request.

he lays kitten licks to the hood of your clit. but you, ever so attentive, keen at the attention, head falling back to the pillow. he pulls back slightly to lay his tongue flat against your entire heat, bringing his tongue back up to flick the top. back arched slightly, you moan freely.

he continues the slow treatment, his fingers soon joining the mix, they tease your leaking hole, pushing in and resting in your heat as he sucks and flicks your clit. you wriggle your hips trying to find movement on your own. his free arm is thrown across your hips, stilling them. you keep his treatment locked away for now, eager to give him the same, torturous, behaviour. his fingers finally move, curling, driving into you slowly.

you open your eyes, looking down at your lap, finding him boring his gaze into you, face flushed in red. at this moment, he picks up his speed, essentially pushing you back flush to the sheets. moaning so loud you can feel it bounce off your walls and back into your own ears.

atsushi hums into your heat, the vibrations making you very aware of the knot that tightens in your abdomen. "fuck… atsushi, wait." he must be aware because he hums again, picking up his speed. groaning, your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs shake, toes curling. with one final moan that devolves into a loud whine of his name.

it takes a moment for your vision to clear, but you quickly look down to your hips again.

ah.

there he is.

he nuzzles into your thigh, lips messy with his own spit and your fluid, a small smile ajorned with it. "you sound so pretty moanin' my name like that." you throw your head back, hands covering it in embarrassment.

he lets out a sympathetic laugh before crawling up your body, his face inches from yours. your hands falls back from your eyes but still covering the lower half. his eyes twinkle in apology but you whine indignantly. he kisses your hands; where your lips would be.

"when did you become so vulgar?" your words are muffled but he understands.

he shrugs with an ever growing smile. he's literally the worst. fine, you think, two can play at that game.

your arms quickly wrap around his neck, bringing him down to a kiss, he lets out a surprised noise, but kisses you back. in this moment you take the time to flip him over, his back hits the mattress with a soft 'thump' and you straddle his hips. folding yourself over, you kiss him softly, playing with the band of his loose pants.

"these need to go." you whisper.

"yes, ma'am."

you help him shimmy out of them, boxers along with them, sitting back down on his thighs, you stare at his (very hard) length. committing every colour, vein, and blemish, to memory. "s-stop staring." surprised by his sudden shyness, you lean forward kissing him, he accepts it greatly, moaning into your mouth as your nails gently scratch down his stomach, hovering near the space where his erection twitches against his thin abdomen.

"you're so pretty it hurts." repeating his words from earlier, he playfully bites your lower lip in response. "i never want to look away." your hand sprawl across the expanse of his chest, unconsciously paying more attention to the scars.

"fuck, if you don't touch me right now, i will explode." his eyes dance in humour at his own words, but you know he has some truth behind them. you let yourself take in his flushed face, panting, biting your lip, you ghost your fingers over his skin from his chest, all… the way… down… atsushi deep groan shakes your core.

you're shook with unease that, maybe, he might take things back into his control. but you feel his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly, telling you, he's enjoying the treatment. regardless, you don't make him wait any longer. you lay a single finger to the tip of his cock, twitching at the attention, dragging your finger down to the base. his hips jerk slightly as he lets out a low moan.

you grip the base softly, but tight, watching his face scrunch, trying to restrict his own hips from moving. he utters your name with his eyes closed, head against your pillow, one that you'll probably never look at the same but never get rid of.

your fist moves up, slowly, to the tip, squeezing out the precum. hmm, you wonder. folding over, you kitten lick the fluid that beads. he lets out a gasp, his hips jerking up against his will. his head shoots down to look at you. from there, he sees you smiling, smugly. fighting back a curse, his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh.

a moan is ripped from him as he feels your lips wrap around the tip, tonguing the stretched flesh right below the tip. oh god, he feels dizzy.

"stop. i need to be inside you right now. please… shit, please!"

before he even finishes, you're moved up, knees on either side of his hips. grasping the base of him lining yourself up. you freeze.

"…what?" fuck… he sounds so hot breathless.

silently, you crawl off of him and reach for your nightstand cabinet. sraddling his hips once more, showing him the square gold foil.

atsushi scolds himself so loudly he's surprised you don't hear him. "thanks, sorry."

you laugh, easing the tension. "don't apologize, i nearly forgot too."

opening it with your teeth (that did not need to be so hot), gently rolling down his dick. grabbing his base again, you, finally, finally, sink yourself down. atsushi throws his head back, refraining from bucking up into you. you pause a few times, panting, adjusting, before you hips are flush with his.

your head drops forward, moaning softly, squeezing around him experimentally. nails digging into his stomach, you'll have to remind yourself to apologize later.

he lets you take this at your own pace, but, god, is his patience wearing thin.

slowly, you raise your hips, right before his erections escapes you, you slam your hips back down.

"fuck!"

biting your lip so hard it turns white. your hips shake and tremble, planting your hands on his stomach, you raise up again and come back down, rolling your hips.

"fuck, just like that." the praise fuels you, repeating the motion faster this time.

leaning forward, you lay your chest flush with his. his arms wrap around your waist, planting his feet, he fucks up into you. distracted by the feeling of you, ever so warm and soft.

"you feel so good, ah, ff- shit," you meet hips with fervor, biting the skin of his collarbone.

'please, please.' his cock hits you perfectly, "please, please, please..!"

"c'mon… that's it." his heavy breath against your ear pushes you over the edge. clinging to him desperately, squeezing all around him, his moans mix with yours, falling off the edge together.

your chests push and pull against one another, eagerly grasping for oxygen. he returns to earth at the feeling of your lips leaving lazy butterfly kisses across his neck. he smiles wobbily, eyes fluttering. you trail your kisses up his jaw, his cheek, his nose. turning his head, he finds your lips on his, hand reaching up, keeping you in place.

your dog suddenly barks from the doorway, atsushi leans up on his elbows as you sit up, both staring at your dog widely. she tilts her head quizzically at the two of you. your eyes shoot back to atsushi, watching at him blankly, there's a small tug on the corner of atsushi's lips and it opens the floodgates. laughing, you're suddenly aware that atsushi is still very much inside you. the odd feeling of him still sheathed inside while laughing, cuts you off, jerking your hips up, with a helping hand on his hips.

"ah, fuck…" hissing softly before laughing again. he lays his hands on your hips helping you.

"you didn't shut the door." you lay on your stomach beside him, burying your face into the blanket.

atsushi, still laughing, says "i didn't know i had to!"

"well, now i've scarred my dog for life." he leans over, laying a gentle kiss to your shoulder. sitting up he ties the condom, throwing it away before shooing your dog out of the room, this time, actually shutting the door.

he crawls back onto the bed, kissing the back of your thighs and up to your shoulder. "'m sorry." he mumbles into your skin. turning your head, you playfully glare at him.

his fingers trace over your bare back, faintly, you can feel him spelling out his name. "all is forgiven if you take me out later."

"done!" he rolls you back over, planting his lips all over your face again. he backs away giving you the same fond look from before. "i wasn't lying earlier."

it takes you a moment to catch what he's saying, but you play dumb anyway. "about what?"

"that, i love you. i don't think i ever didn't love you. from the moment we became friends, i knew it was you."

you hold his head in your hands, smile stretching with each word he says. pulling him down to a kiss that soft but powerful, easily reciprocating his words.

"i just," he takes a breath. "i'm still new… to all of this. but i'll learn, i'll learn to understand. i just need time, so don't…" leave. he didn't want to be selfish, but when has something this good ever fell into his hands? and who was he to let it slip through? it's too much all at once, but he wants to wear it. keep it on his body, at first it's always uncomfortable; like a bracelet, but over time his skin adjusts. he'll get reminded of it everytime he feels it shift, but instead of the beginning it's a weight that he'll remember forever. he wants that to be you.

you lay a feather light kiss to his nose. "oh, atsushi. i'm not going anywhere. we'll learn together and individually, but we'll always be there for each other."

he wraps his arms behind your back, digging his head into your chest, laying flat. "thank you." it'll take time, but he knows that he'll become the best version of himself for you and for him.

#atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi x reader #x reader #bsd #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #fanfic #two shot #kunikida doppo #kyouka izumi

[rainyamidala]

authors note;; hii ! I heard about this game sooo long before it came out and im SO happy its getting hyped. i love nick, he's mine by the way.

pairing; nick furcillo x reader

pronouns; she/her reader

warnings; moma witch, haven't checked for grammar mistakes.

summer had been a long two months with nothing but insecurities and jealousy on nick's end. watching y/n spending so much time with someone like jacob really got his eyes rolling. were they flirting? were they friends? there is literally no way of telling.

i mean, of course jacob has his obsession with his want-it-to-be-more-summer-fling, but y/n is absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl at Hacketts quarry - if not the entire world. she is also so, so, very kind ... to nick, especially. is she just being friendly?

jacob has the great idea to steal the rotor arm to the car they were supposed to leave in. he told y/n he would do it to get more time with Emma. or, well, he didn't say that specifically ... but it's true. that is what he wanted.

"jacob, thats ridiculous. you seriously think one more night will make her change her mind about you?"

"hey, you never know. will she be able to resist all of this-?" he said as he (palms up) put both his hands to the side of his chest before lowering them at a steady pace (hopefully you understand what im describing. if not, try it and youll understand).

"- hell no. no chance."

y/n let out a chuckle at his gestures, putting her hand up to make him stop. while doing this, she shook her head and looked down - this only lasted for a couple of quick seconds.

"whatever you say, champ."

over the summer, y/n and jacob had grown incredibly close. jacob did and said so many cringe things that would normaly give her the ick completely - but he was such a sweetheart .. pretty funny, too. you see, when someone you grow to enjoy the company of continuously does cringey stuff - it turns funny, in a way? charming, maybe? but she could never see him as more than a friend.

"don't you shame me for my summer desires,"

"summer?" y/n interrupted, along with a chuckle.

"because i know you, l/n. you've got that thing for nick, and you know you wouldn't hate another night with the guy." he didn't care about her interruptions or her jokes. he knew he could make emma see and understand what he is: boyfriend material.

"i've got no such thing. for anyone."

"oh, but you definitely do." he said, pulling the rotor arm.

"shut up. focus on that rotor arm of yours."

-

later, the group was sitting around the fire, ready to play truth or dare. ryan didn't even want to be out here - he told the group multiple times that the way to have a party would be to listen to Mr. H and stay inside. it was a full moon too, and they should be (at least a little) scared after all the stories he has told - which includes the full moon.

the game was boring for a few rounds, before someone decided to spice it up. it was first done by a dare from emma, asking ryan to kiss either dylan or kaitlyn. it was an obvious pick on his end: dylan.

"alrighty, who should i pick.." ryan said, before he was quickly interrupted by kaitlyn, letting him know that she, along with jacob had not been picked yet.

"Kaitlyn, truth or dare?" ryan spoke, looking over at Kaitlyn. He wasn't exactly the coolest one in the group, but truth or dare can't be that hard to ace.

"Truth. Definitely truth."

"what do you want to be when you're grown up?"

"emma?"

"dare."

"you have to kiss.. jacob.. or.. nick."

emma went on to choose nick, and y/n was immediately set out. emma knew as well as the nsxt person that she was definitely interested in nick - so why would she do that? i mean, theyre not the best of friends but come on. thats just mean.

not only did she kiss nick, but she sat down on his lap and held his head. he even wrapped his arm around her. was he interested in her? emma? not y/n? jacob had said countless of times that by the end of summer, y/n would have nick nailed down like a foot trapped in a bear trap. his expressions didn't always make sense, but he tried. but he was also wrong, because nick seemed to enjoy that kiss more than jacob would.

"thank you, nick." emma said, walking backwards away from the man. y/n looked down on her feet, sitting on her hands. nick looked down too, but glanced over at her - but only for a second. he knew he had messed it up, and if there was any chance that she liked him? it was slim now. it was a good kiss, but he closed his eyes for a reason. he closed his eyes to imagine someone else sitting on his lap and holding the back of his head - thats why when he opened them again: he looked so baffled.

emma's stupid comment about how good nick was at kissing didn't help much. y/n quickly got up from her seat, walking off.

jacob got rather angry, making some comments before he walked off too.

"I guess I should probably ... go after him." emma said. "you should probably go find n/n." and without any hesitation: nick got up and walked after her.

walking around the forest alone, y/n found herself getting more and more freaked out. she thought she could hear an old womans voice saying "she took everything from me". it might've just been her imagination, seeing as how scared of the dark y/n genuinely is and how they aren't even supposed to be here ... i mean, they were told to keep inside. might it have been for a reason other than the obvious ones?

walking further down the forest path, y/n stopped. it felt like someone was watching her from the deep depths of the forest.. but maybe it wasn't so deep in? maybe whatever was watching her was closer than ever. it sure felt like that, anyway.

"something's here!"

"something's here!"

the voice repeated.

the woman sounded desperate - scared? warning?

"y/n.."

the same voice whispered.

"y/n? you out here?"

but this time, it was nick.

"Nick!"

"y/n? shout again!"

"i'm over here!"

"i'm coming!"

only seconds later, nick came walking towards her. his pace was normal, but he was a bit out of breath. not enough to notice, but it was because he had shouted multiple times before while jogging and walking.

"hey." he said, coming a bit closer.

"hello.. uh, hey." y/n only said 'hello' in situations where she found herself being awkward or the scene was somewhat awkward. this was certainly one of those.

"you uh.. you ran off."

"i didn't really run." y/n said, letting out a nervous, short chuckle. she walked a few meters off to sit down. nick followed, sitting down too. his back was faced hers, but it was right above hers. if he turned his head, he'd be looking straight at her.

"i guess the game just got a little intense." y/n continued, lookibg straight ahead. she was aware of where nick was sitting, and how looking slightly to the right would make them look at each other.

"I .." nick didn't know what to say. and even if he did, how would he ever word it right?

"Yeah .. I know what you mean."

"So.. you and emma then?"

"she just really wanted to make him jealous." he responded, looking between her and the forest. he wasn't the best at holding eyecontact when something was on his mind ... more specifically - when the person he was looking at was on his mind. he kept thinking about the kiss, and how it was y/n he visualised.

".. you think?" it was obvious emma still liked jacob deep down. why else would she go out of her way to mess with his feelings and keep him interested? unless she was just a bitch like that.

"Uh, i mean .. yeah. why the heck else would she kiss me like that?"

y/n refocused her attention onto something else and looked away. this conversation wasn't helping at all so far.

"I guess."

"i was just playing along. really."

"yeah. it was just a silly game." y/n turned her head once again, looking directly into nick's eyes.

"yeah." nick said, nodding his head slightly. you almost wouldn't even notice it unless you payed great attention.

the silence stayed for a few.

silented silent silence.

the silentness was pretty silent, but it kept on going for a little while longer.

the duo just gazed into each others eyes, before nick started closing in the space between them. he slowly moved closer and closer, tilting his head to the side - still keeping the eye contact. only a few seconds later, their lips met. there was no more eye contact, as they both closed their eyes to take in what was happening. something so long waited for, so long overdue .. but it finally happened. the voices in the woods - the feeling of being watched - it all went away in this moment. nothing mattered but their lips on each other. emma wasn't wrong: nick sure is good. and he was even better now, as he was doing it with the person he imagined doing it with.

y/n pulled away only far enough for them to look at each other. a chuckle escaped both persons lips before nick went in for it again. normally, he would be the taller one but because of how he had to use his hands to keep himself up, PLUS how y/n was sitting higher, he was a bit shorter right now - something that gave him much easier access to y/n's lips.

nick took one of his hands and placed it on y/n cheek, still kissing her.

-

#the quarry #nick furcillo #the quarry x reader #until dawn #the quarry ps4 #the quarry game #the quarry nick imagine #nick furcillo imagine #supermassive games #the quarry laura #the quarry emma #the quarry jacob #the quarry dylan #the quarry imagine #evan evagora #nicholas furcillo #rainyamidala #nick x reader #mr hackett #hacketts quarry

[karmic-toast]

☆The great Albedo Kreideprinz★

Next>> First>>

Warnings: blood, a tiny bit tho

The crack in the broken down bridge was way bigger than the one in the game. It was probably around 2 meters wide- and a 10 meter fall.

“If Albedo turns on us, no way we can all get out of there.” Lumi mutters, peering down into the cave.

“Plus, out of the three of us here, only Bennett has a wind glider.” you point out.

“I can stay here, but one of you has to go.” Bennett suggests as he takes out his windglider.

The two of you look at each other.

“Rock paper scissors?” Lumi proposed, holding out her hand. “Don’t worry, I suck at it too.” she adds, noticing you hesitate.

The first three rounds were tough, with the both of you holding out ‘rock’ again.

“Heh, I guess great minds think alike.” Lumi says, her shoulders tense.

You yourself was starting to get sweaty.

“I have no idea what you guys are doing but it looks intense.” Bennett observes from the side.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You both say finally getting different results.

Lumi had picked scissors, whilst you… paper.

“Seems like there’s someone worse at playing rock paper scissors than me. I don’t know if I should feel relieved or worried.” Lumi chuckles.

You were too busy mentally preparing yourself to hear her.

Bennett helps you put on the glider and gave you the basic instructions, but you were barely listening.

Should you warn Albedo about Rubedo? But that might change his future. You didn’t want to do that.

“If you really need help, just scream ok?” Bennett tells you.

“Alright.” you whisper, your voice refusing to work.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, if you really don’t want to go, I can do it.” Lumi offers.

You shake your head, but thank her for her thoughtfulness.

You glide down the bridge, and there was Albedo in all his glory, calmly sketching.

“Albedo Keideprinz. Prince of chalk, and creations.“ You start off, internally cringing at the way you worded it.

He definitely was startled but replied in his emotionless voice, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n L/n.” you start off.

“Y/n. You look awfully similar to our creator.” Albedo muses.

“I have been told that many times.” you say, recalling the days before.

“How did you accomplish this feat?” he asks, to which you reply, “I was born this way.”

“How interesting.” Albedo says, sparking hope inside you.

Maybe this would turn out to be a success?

“Well, I shall listen to your story. Then I will decide whether you were worth my time.” he gestures you over to sit in his chair.

You think hard of what to say. You haven’t actually thought of one.

So you opt for the truth.

“6 days ago I woke up in a forrest in Mondstadt. Uhm, I was originally from another world yet somehow I ended up here. I met… a merchant.” you say not wanting to drag Razor into this.

“The merchant brought me to the city, but I was immediately chased out. Then as I was walking, Kaeya found me.” you cringe at your mistake, hoping that Albedo wouldn’t be too mad about what happened to Kaeya. “Then I met another girl who looked exactly like me.” you finish your story.

Albedo’s eyebrows perk up at you mentioning another look-alike.

“A look-alike… did she come here with you?” he asks.

You hesitate. If Albedo did mean any harm you wouldn’t want to risk having her be hunted here as well.

“You.. don’t have to tell me.”

A moment of silence overtook the cave. Then he spoke again. “Although your story is fascinating, it’ll take more to prove that the current creator is a fake.”

Alarm flares through you as he pulls out a dagger which you never knew he had. You open your mouth ready to let out a scream when he said, “I won’t kill you. But I’ll need your blood. Give me your hand.”

Blood? Why would he need your blood? So many questions ran through your head as you tentatively held out your hand.

Then he slices it. You let out a squeak of terror, as you kind of expected your finger to fall off. But the cut was small, and slightly deeper than a paper cut.

He then squeezes your finger. 

A gold colored liquid began to seep out.

Albedo lets out a soft gasp.

His clothes make a soft crumpling sound as he kneels.

“Your grace, it’s really you.”

I'm planning on making the next chp long!

Masterlist

#albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact #y/n #fluff #angst #genshinimpact #bennett #sagau cult au #genshin sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #sagau x reader

[angelasscribbles]

Unexpected

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons, definitely cringe, inappropriate AF, masterbation, possible voyeurism absolutely no one should read this one. If you do, just remember that you were warned!

Word Count: 810

A/N: This is for my prompt list/wheel asks. This one was from @nestledonthaveone and is for Max x dark x embarrassment.

A/N 2: Thanks to my prereaders @harleybeaumont and @karahalloway for putting more ideas in my head and making this whole thing even creepier and somehow hotter at the same time. Yes, we are damaged. 🙈

My other stuff: Master List.

“Is it going to be chilly?” Riley asked, “Maybe I should grab a cover-up.”

“Send Max back for it,” Bertrand replied impatiently as he aggressively checked his watch, “I don’t want to be late.”

Riley turned and looked behind her, but Max wasn’t there, which was odd.

He was always there.

Watching her, cutting in to dance with her, asking very pointed, very specific questions about what she was doing when she was alone with Liam.

“It’s ok, I’ll be quick, I promise!” She told him before hurrying back up the stairs.

She paused outside her door. Max hadn’t stayed behind in her room, had he?

That was the last place she remembered seeing him though.

She opened the door quietly and slipped inside, easing it shut behind her.

The sound of soft grunts and groans reached her ears as she made her way through the darkened room.

There was just enough light filtering in through her window from the setting sun to see what was happening.

Max was standing next to her bed, a pair of her panties grasped in one hand, his other wrapped firmly around himself, pumping up and down.

She sucked in a shocked breath.

Surprise filled his face as his eyes cracked open and landed on her.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead, his gaze slipped down her curves as he groaned louder. His hand started moving faster.

His eyes locked on her face as he finished.

“Riley!” He cried out as thick ribbons of hot liquid erupted from his cock.

Some of it hit her.

He cleaned himself up with her panties then tucked things back into his pants.

“I’ll…uh….go get you a towel,” he said as his eyes landed on her dress.

Riley remained motionless and speechless as he darted into her bathroom and returned with a towel. He wiped at the spot on her dress, “I’m so sorry about that! I didn’t mean to ruin your dress! This is so embarrassing!”

She jerked the towel out of his hands and wiped at the spot herself as she demanded, “That’s the part you’re embarrassed about?”

He stared at her for a moment then his face darkened, “I want to say I’m embarrassed by all of it, but I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

He shook his head, “No. I know I should be, but that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life! And you didn’t even touch me. It was just from you being here! One minute you were in my imagination and the next you were right here in front of me. Just like I’ve imagined it a million times!”

“Oh,” she couldn’t think of a coherent response.

Max might not be embarrassed by what had just transpired, but Riley was. She was deeply embarrassed, mortified and inexplicably a little turned on by it.

Not that she would ever admit that.

She surveyed her dress. It wasn’t noticeable. She didn’t have time to change anyway.

She pulled a cover-up out of the closet and without making eye contact said, “Let’s go. We don’t have to ever speak of this again.”

He caught up to her just before she pulled the door open.

One arm went across her shoulder to hold it shut as he whispered in her ear from behind, “We don’t have to. But now you know what I’m thinking every time I look at you, every time I touch you, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

“Max….”

“I hate it when he touches you, Riley.”

And she hated the shiver that crawled down her spine at the caress of his breath against her skin.

“What if I tell Liam what just happened here?”

“I’ll deny it. House Beaumont will revoke its sponsorship,” He leaned even closer so that his body was pressed against her back, his free hand threading through her hair, lifting a handful to his nose.

She felt, and heard him inhale deeply. She felt his body shudder then she felt a soft wetness as he drew his tongue up the side of her neck before whispering, “Tell me you didn’t like it.”

“What?”

“You didn’t run away, or scream, or slap me. You watched. Admit it or don’t Riley, but you liked it.” He said with a low growl and she felt him harden against her.

“Move your hand and let me out, Max.”

“I understand the appeal of being queen, I do. I hate it when he touches you,” He ran a hand down the exposed skin of her back, “But I am willing to share. You could have us both…if you wanted. I know how to keep a secret.”

“Move your hand and open the door.”

“Think about it.” He said as he dropped his arm and stepped back.

She yanked the door open and strode into the hallway without looking back.  

#angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #choices trr #inappropriate #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #cfwc fics of the week

[francy-sketches]

ok i watched hotd ep 10 here are some of my thots

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

from what I heard I expected a shitshow but it really wasn’t that bad lmao maybe I’m just a show apologist but. idk i enjoyed it overall not the worst episode by any means. maybe with less questionable choices than ep 9 I haven’t thought about it that long um anyway. miscellaneous thoughts (out of order im just writing down what comes to mind)

again from what I’d heard I was worried about what they’d do with rhaenyra like. people said she would be all like “uwu no fighting lets make peace I surrender” and that’s. not what happened lol. I think her being more cautious makes sense in the show esp since they also made alicent less unhinged (which I do have some problems with but. whatever -_-)

that asoiaf title drop was kinda cringe tho sorry it felt so out of place. also I still dont know if I like the whole prophecy thing but it works way better when its used as a motivation to try to not explode everything than a ‘oopsie silly misunderstanding it’s war time’ plot device lol

i can smell the twitter daemyra (or whatever the ship name is) stans seething from here but honestly. thank fuck they’re not making it a uwu domestic wholesome romance like this is a guy and his niece that he groomed it should be toxic and fucked up

ok questionable moment n.1 what was the purpouse of the whole vermithor thing lol. doesnt ruin the story or anything its just kinda. there. like what was daemon trying to achieve idk. good to see another dragon i guess tho. could have used the budget for sunfyre and dreamfyre instead but whatever

speaking of dragons arrax was prettyyy. from what i could see anyway lol i definitely need to rewatch at least the dragon scenes when it comes out in better quality. anyway nice colors rip gamer girl #2

they put in aemond’s silly little sapphire eye <3333333333333 looks great 10/10 thank u hbo for his anime villain swag babygirl is soo deranged all the time again i heard people complaining about him but idk he’s fine to me he’s still insane and extra <3

ok so The Scene. the big change. the kinslaying opsie. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it yet I’ll have to think about it a bit more but. maybe its bc I expected it to be worse but I dont hate it I guess. I dont like how they’re turning so many things into accidents and misunderstandings but this is the least bad one imo. Idk honestly I expected vaghar to just. do the thing completely unprompted and that’s not exactly what happened so. the bar was on the floor but congrats for jumping over it i guess.

tldr still havent made up my mind about it but as far as questionable choices theyve done a lot worse lol

uh that’s it for now i guess I just typed this out as soon as i watched it so maybe ill have more to say later who knows

#.txt #hotd spoilers #hotd leaks #hotd 1x10 #are those the tags i should use idk #well there's a readmore but just to be safe #this is the most ive said about any episode lol @ anon who wanted my opinions this is for u #if I made typos or I sound incoherent. No I didn’t ❤️

[jamieedlund]

So we know your thoughts about Aaravos and Callum, what are your thoughts about the Mage fam?

I haven't thought of them in a long time and also I had no idea what mage fam meant until you told me it's team rocket I mean claud sore and lord virginia's family wheezes

Um... Huh.... I don't know if I wanna make this another lengthy answer so I'll do my best to make it brief...

Keep reading if you're ready to see me lose my sanity again. If not then just look at this cute Cally and Aary doodle of them trash talking "someone" You know you love them.

1. I will never understand viren's motivation nor do I love him as a character. . . Actually nah... "do not love" is still putting it very mildly. I despises the cartoony villain vibe that they wrote for him. I think he coulda been a better written villain but I just...hmgggggg the writing pisses me off. I would be smiling with genuine happiness if he's dead for real this season. I see no appeal in him. Fuck that guy.

2.Claud...

I sorta? understand her...but i feel like I don't ...like her as much as I should...Is it the gas lighting...? Is it the very cringe romance they wrote for her and Cally? Is it just something part of her personality that I don't...like??? No idea. I read something here about how she was murdered as a character (albeit I don't really notice it but if you say so I suppose???) I'll tell you what though I really wanna see her becoming the main villain of the show. She will be a very compelling villain in my opinion. It's all gonna be super fun with her.

#freeaaravosfrombeingcalledavillainofthiscursedshow

Also they missed out the chance to do what is in my opinion one of the most interesting dynamic in this entire show: Raydia.

I'm not a huge fan of shipping nor do I go around spilling things about ships but I see so much potential in these two it's baffling like why didn't the writers go for this duo? They'd be fun as heck girlfriends - or just besties for now if romance isn't on the table yet WHICH I DON'T CARE FOR EITHER WAY, just give them a chance man.

They have so much to play off each other like daddy issues, their own very strong views the world, that sweet sweet enemies to besties/lovers trope is going on strong here. PLUS THEY'RE SUPER DUPER GOOD AT WHAT THEY DO AND IT'S AMAZING. Like bruh callum was BARELY an enemy they're like chill after 2 days I cannot --- *face palm* anyways... She's semi wasted in that aspect.

Soreeeeee-n

By far the only character in this show that hasn't been a running mouth piece for the writers very bad, overly-simplified view of good and evil

(except for that one episode in season 3 where he's like "someone who tell you to do something bad and convince you it's good is a villain" like woah woah woah woah hold the phone okayyyyyyy this line applies to viren and VIREN only. Because in the context of Aaravos the man just really wanna get tf outta jail does ANY OF YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LOCKED IN FOR 300 YEARS?! uh nope cause YOU WOULD HAVE DIED A LONG TIME AGO AFTER LOOSING YOUR DAMN MIND. So to me when he says this it felt like the writers are putting words into his mouth and trying to foreshadow or tell the viewers that oh yea aaravos is TOTALLYY A VILLAIN NO- like fuck that shit ohmygod - if it's been 300 years and the only way out you can see is feeding to a terrible man's ego in order to get him to do what you need YOU FUCKING TAKE IT. That doesn't make you a villain that makes you more of an enabler. AND IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT IF VIREN CHOSE TO NOT LISTEN TO HIM SO POINT. AARAVOS. I can think of like 5 different ways where Cally can turn the situation viren was put in with aaravos into something fun, wholesome AND DEFINITELY WOULD NOT FRAME AARAVOS AS A BAD PERSON AT ALL fuck-)

hasn't received arguably a lot of special treatments in order to make him look good and is the only character I understand the most. He's overall well-written and I love him very much. I think he should receive more love and be appreciated a bit more by the people around him. Most of his action makes sense to me and that is all I need to put him as my most favorite canonically speaking.

#ask jamie #i do not wanna tag any of them in this because I would hate to be associated with them #okay maybe I'll tag #soren #cause I love him #I am not touching the other two tags #tdp #the dragon prince #happy reading #and don't murder me this is just my opinion :/ #anyways I'll be crying for aaravos in the next season I'm sure they're on their way to ruin him just like they ruined callum #I want to die #thank you

[saintehigh]

pre relationship 1, 4, 6 for V + love 1, 7, 12 for sam

HI MIKA:D!!! jumps allover the room.

01 — how did they first meet?

my silly younger brother ( <- nick :D ) is rlly into photography.. & i am the awesome supportive older brother that goes to all his events and galleries sooo... personal hc that V visits photo galleries sometimes ( mainly student ones 2 give advice or use his silly little connections in the industry 2 help them progress bcuz he is nice like that . ) && we just...cross paths one day :3 aghhh, he shows up at a few more of the galleries nick happens 2 be in and one day he just comes up 2 me and is like. Hey. Ur sibling is pretty talented actually:) and im like..wow thank u haha, I Know. and then out of nowhere he offers to help my brother get a scholarship 4 visual arts / photography when he's college age and im like girl what. im in love with u I MEAN?! we should kiss. I MEAN ?!? im normal ^_^ woww ure so kind. AND ..idk i turn into one of those guys that uses their younger siblings endearingness into a way 2 get the girl ( or in this case guy💔😭 ) srry thhis is so long, i am fighting the cringe .

04 — who felt romantic feelings first?

me...i am cringefail for pretty boys & V is the prettiest in the world 💔 type of guy to error404 in real life if V even looked at me once i realized 💔💔

06 — if you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

V would just be...confused, lol. mainly since we meet like a year b4 the whole rika thing goes down so he'd just be uncomfortable with the thought of his supposed soulmate being someone other then her.

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i dont actually believe in soulmates...neither me / my self-insert do actually lol. but assuming its soulmate in the least legitimate way possible i probably would not believe it either..like woag .... THAT GUY? r u sure. be serious. out of my league im telling u.... hopeful though

01 — who said “I love you” first?

sam definitely lol... im normally very like... casual with saying i love you with friends and people that like, i Know my relationship with whether it be platonic or otherwise; but with sam it was T_T... it was kind of confusing? cuz for awhile it felt like we were everything all at once and i did not want to get something wrong and accidentally mess up...and then one day we are walking home from the arcade on a perfectly normal & fine autumn day, sam's walking ahead of me it's fine. it's a comfortable silence; and then he just drops the "i think i love you ^_^." out of nowhere and i fucking die on the spot and never breathe again!!!

07 — what are their favorite things to do together?

umm ...mainly just like, Existing? like that comfortable kind of silence u get with friends when ure both in the same room together doing seperate things but not in an awkward way? idk that kind of Existing is the favorite of all favorites T_T. video games r also fun though lol, after introducing samuel to the world of gaming it's like...all he wants to do. he's rlly into the fucking dancing games its awful anytime we hang out together he makes us play DDR or fuckin' just dance and good lorddd he gets a better score then me every time T_T. which is fine!!! it is very fun 2 do 2gether haha

12 — what kind of nicknames do they call each other?

hmm... sam prefers calling others just by their name or shortened versions of it — actually one of like the only people who regularly calls me jackson & varian instead of just 'jack' / 'var'... makes me thing im getting in trouble every time /hj T_T

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i am kind of awkward abt nicknames & petnames n stuff...cuz i dont want to be cringe. but, interchange between calling him snowy as a reference 2 what i called him when we were kids, and 'angel' bcuz...he is an angel but even if he wasnt he looks & acts like one, AMEN 🙏🙏🙏!!

#mika party ! crab rave #THIS WAS so long eueu #sorry if certain parts seem cringe or silly i am in fact both of those things and it will happen again . #HELP I FORGOR V'S TAG

[balkanradfem]

Is there a space to put the embarrassment at not knowing all of this sooner? I am very young and I still cringe remembering how misogynistic I was before. I feel like I wasted so many years hating being female, hating women because I was too alive to fit inside some concept of ribbons and nails. Thank you for creating female-centred "femininity" if that is the right word (I think Twitter is right about using "-coded"). That "female-centred femininity" should be part of outreach.

Okay so the first part of this ask I understand, and the second half completely lost me and I have no idea what's going on in there, I am having some suspicions so I will address it as if my suspicions are correct, but if I'm wrong and understood this incorrectly, my bad.

I relate to your embarrassment anon! I too, have said horrible things I regret, not knowing better, being in a society that taught us these things as if they're the norm, as if putting women down was a regular activity we should all participate in. I remember laughing at disgusting jokes because I thought we were supposed to dismiss the misogyny and take it for granted that it's okay to make such jokes. I don't feel embarrassed about it anymore, I'm angry. I was taught since I was a child to turn against my own, to put my own kind down, to laugh at jokes that dismissed my own humanity, to look at other women as less than they really are. It was a crime against me to groom me like that, to normalize that insane hatred of my own, in my own language and actions, it is not something I did to myself, it's not something i knowingly and intentionally participated in, it was stolen from me.

I think we should celebrate when we realize we don't have to exist within any kind of gender norm, and that we can look whatever we want to look like, and be whatever we want to be like, and it doesn't take away a thing from our value.

Okay so the second part confused me, because you mention femininity, but that word means nothing to me, femininity is merely a performance, the definition we use here is 'male fantasy'. Nobody is naturally 'feminine', it's just a set of expectations and appearances that are forced on us, it's what we fight against.

'Female-centered-femininity' sounds like a ridiculous concept to me, why would we preform male fantasies for other women?

I wonder if you maybe conflated my posts about nature, growing food, creating baskets, furniture, learning about herbs wild plants and medicine and trees, with some kind of reductive concept like 'these are actions expected of women to do for m*n in a patriarchal society, so this is femininity', because that's not it. We're learning how to live from nature and create things in order to start a revolution against m*n, in order to no longer need their society or their resources for survival. It's an act of defiance, a fight to save the planet from what males are doing to it, to revitalize nature and to live in a way that doesn't require any male presence, or any male influence.

A lot of what women do in society, such as building community, having incredibly creative and artistic hobbies, growing food, creating resources, caring for each other, learning about nature, is reduced to 'silly women stuff' and put in same category as makeup and shopping, but these are actually incredibly powerful tools of creation that keep the society going. Where would we all be if our mothers didn't invent thousand things we needed in order to grow up. Where would we be if they weren't incredible masters of creation and care who brought us up. I don't ever want to reduce all that to femininity or some kind of silly thing women do, this is life, this is creation, this is what kept the planet going while males were out there building machines that created damage to the planet, started wars that destroyed lives, created economy that makes sure only they are paid for their work, which is redundant and damaging, while we do life-sustaining, extremely necessary and useful actions, which are taken for granted and ignored.

People have told me a few times that my posts remind them of their childhood, because they remember picking fruit and vegetables, making jams and canning, or learning about plants from their mothers, during their childhood, and these are incredibly happy, nostalgic memories, that don't come as often. Why is that? Because as soon as we grow, we enter the patriarchal system in which we're not longer supposed to pick berries or make jams or grow food, we're told to become a part of capitalistic machine or there's no space for us to exist anymore. This is something that is taken from us, our bond with nature, our ability to thrive and enjoy life while picking nature's fruit and our own knowledge to save it, to create food security. I'm finding my way back to this, and I see the future in it. Rejecting the security of male systems is powerful, and it brings us back to the basics of life that we can enjoy in, the diversity of activities, the closeness to nature, the opportunities to work together, share, tell stories, interact in ways that don't warrant competition, but togetherness.

I went a bit off topic, but I wanted a chance to talk about this, and I hope you're not offended I don't like the words you've been taught to use, I don't think it's your fault at all, anon, I think we were all very much cheated with the words like femininity.

#anon #ask #internalized misogyny #radical feminism #feminism #growing food #homesteading #rejecting patriarchy #rejecting consumerism