#sorry to hear about your blog but ty for sharing again this is such a good piece

[dizscreams]

Hii hii can I request a Jack Champion × actress reader where they react on some edits Abt the two of them in an interview and then one ship edit Abt them came out thank you so much

++ I luv your writing so much some times I go overboard by liking all of them sorry Abt that Have a great day/night

ur so sweet anon ty :( <3 I hope I understood this right 😭

Mesmerized — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x gn!reader

TAGS: @beary-rambles @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @wenvierismycomfort @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav @aqellano @dizzyscreams @c8rdigan @teyamsgirll @evanpeterswifeyy868

A/N: he’s so bf like he’s literallyy my bf?! I love my bf!! bf!! he’s so this song!!

The producers for the interview you were doing didn’t tell you what the interview would be about. Both you and Jack just assumed it was a normal interview until you had to do the intro for the video. ‘Action!’

You wave, “Hi I’m y/n l/n!” Jack follows you and waves as well, “And I’m Jack Champion.” You both share a smile before quickly looking back at the camera, “And today we are going to be reacting to edits of ourselves.” Jacks eyes widen a bit before nodding slightly, “Lets do it.” “Lets do it,” you repeat.

Someone gives you a phone and tells you all you need to do is scroll and give commentary. “Jack, do you ever look at edits of yourself?” You ask him before clicking on the first video, you pause it before it starts to hear Jacks answer. “Uhh sometimes,” he laughs, “When I’m bored, or they’ll randomly appear on my for you page. What about you?” You smile a bit, “Same here. I also get tagged in a lot of them.” “Oohh yeah me too.”

“Shall we start?” You ask shaking the phone a little.

“We shall,” Jack responds with finger guns. You chuckle and start the first video, it’s an edit of Jack. It was of his Scream 6 character, Ethan Landry. Jack was blushing slightly when you had looked over at him. You giggled when the video ended, “Soo what’d you think?” He giggled with you, “People are really talented. I will say though I wasn’t expecting so many people to love Ethan. Especially because of.. the movie,” he said slowly.

You hum, “The movies been out a while I think you can say it.” He looks at you and then back at the camera, “I didn’t expect many people to love my character in Scream 6 because he’s a psychopathic murderer who chases people in a Ghostface mask,” He says in an accent and claps his hands together. You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh. “Alright let’s move on, next!” Jack says smiling.

“Okay, here you can take the phone this time,” you tell him handing the phone to him. He takes it and scrolls down to the next edit, “I think it’s of you,” he whisper yells. You recognize the clip used as one in an interview you did only about a week ago. Jack looked at the video and then looked back at you while grinning. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, but you didn’t mind.

“Aw I liked that one,” you spoke up first.

“Me too,” Jack says as he stared at you. He liked the outfit you chose to wear today, he always admired your sense of style. He also liked the way you did your hair, it framed your face nicely. “Jack?” He cleared his throat, “Yeah? What?” You let out a confused laugh, “Were you listening?” His face turned red at the question, “uhhh-” You shake your head with a smile, “It’s okay, next edit!” You stick out your hand, signaling for him to give you the phone and he just looks at it.

You shake your hand and nod towards the phone a bit trying to be more clear and he tilts his head. You look at him and he looks like a lost puppy with his big brown eyes boring into yours. You smile a bit and lower your voice, “The phone, Jack.” “OH! Right yeah here,” he stumbles over his words as he hands you the phone. The light pink blush dusting his cheeks once again making him look even cuter than before.

“Okay and here we go,” you mutter. The video plays and at first it’s clips of Jack, you can recognize where some of the clips are from. A lot of them are from Avatar interviews, which makes sense. But then there’s clips of you and that causes your eyebrows to knit together slightly. Just a friendly edit, you presumed, but at the end of the video there’s a clip of you and Jack together.

It’s a clip from a little behind the scenes of Scream 6. The small moment was of Jack putting his arm around you while you were both in the backseat of a bus going to set that day. You smiled at the memory and the video came to an end, “That was cute.” He nodded in agreement, he had the same stupid smile on his face, “Yeah.” You took a peak at the comments, all of them were ship comments.

“They’d be so cute together!”

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?”

“The way they look at each other 🥹”

“I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE”

“There’s no way they aren’t dating”

Your smile got bigger and you handed Jack the phone with a quiet, “Your turn.”

The interview went on for a couple more minutes until they were satisfied with the length that the video would be. Then, it was time for the outro. “I’m y/n l/n,” Jack said and you followed his lead, “And I’m Jack Champion.”

“And you’re watching Disney Channel!”

“That’s not it, Jack-“

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed Celeb!”

“There you go. Thank you so much for watching..”

“And make sure to leave a like for more content like this,” he said finishing your sentence in a British accent.

“Cut! That was great, guys.”

You looked at Jack only to find him already looking at you, “You wanna go get lunch?” He asked already standing. “Of course.” You guys made your way out of the filming room and he made sure nobody was looking before he grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss,

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay quiet about our relationship. You looked so good, I just wanted to brag about how you were mine the whole time,” he said while pulling you in for a hug. You giggling and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, “We’ll tell them soon, babe.”

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #I LOVE THISSS #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

[acewritesfics]

Marry Me | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Request: From Anon

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,118

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Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

“I don’t think he’ll propose anytime soon,” Y/N tells Natasha as they exit The Hard Deck. The fighter pilot, better known by her callsign Phoenix, offered to give her a ride home once she finished the paperwork Penny had asked her to help with. Y/N’s car was in the garage getting fixed. Jake made a subtle remark about her, and Bradley not being married yet, and now she is second-guessing the marriage talks she’s had with her boyfriend. “We’ve been together for five years. I’m sure if he wanted to be married, he would have asked by now.”  

“Have you two talked about tying the knot?” Natasha inquires, texting on her phone as they walk to her car. 

“We’ve talked about it before, but that was a year ago. I assumed he was going to ask me then,” she tells her best friend. “I’m beginning to question whether he actually wants to get married.”  

“Maybe you two should talk about it again,” Natasha advises.  

“And what if he doesn’t want to?” Her stomach drops at the thought.  

“Don’t think that.” Natasha says as they get into the car and start the drive to the house Y/N has shared with Bradley for the last three years. “Rooster loves you more than anything else in the world. Give him some time or talk with him again.” 

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m not sure why I let Jake get inside my head,” She sighs, apologizing.   

“Jake has mastered the ability to get inside someone’s head,” the pilot dismisses her apology. “It’s one of his flaws, but we still love him.”  

“You still love him,” Y/N teases. Following their top-secret mission with Top Gun, Natasha and Jake began dating. Y/N believed they were meant to be together. Jake required a somebody who could bring him down to a level and confront him when he was behaving like a dick. Natasha was the best person to fill that position for him. 

The remainder of the drive to Bradley and Y/N’s house was filled with banter, talks about their relationships, and making plans for a double date the following weekend.  

“Would you like to come inside for a little while?” Y/N inquires as Natasha pulls up in front of the little two-bedroom beach house.  

Natasha politely declines her invitation, “I need to get back to Hangman.”  

As she steps out of the car, she smirks, “You and Jake enjoy the rest of your night.”  

“You, too,” Natasha says as Y/N closes the car door.  

As Natasha pulls away, Y/N waves good-bye. She walks up to the front door and opens it, finding it unlocked. She is a little puzzled by the dimmed lights and that Bradley is not sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand watching whatever is on tv. Instead, she discovers a trail of rose petals and hears soft music coming from the back deck. 

She moves towards the back doors, following the trail of red petals, calling out to her boyfriend, “Bradley?”  

“Out here, baby,” she hears him respond.  

When she exits through the back door, she is amazed to see candles illuminating the deck, rose petals strewn about, a romantic dinner prepared for two, and Bradley dressed in his finest Hawaiian shirt and a nice pair of jeans. 

“Hi, beautiful,” Bradley greets her as he walks up to her and pulls her into a kiss, drawing her out of her amazement.  

“What’s all this?” she wonders as he ends the kiss and leads her over to the little patio table set up with food, candles, flowers, and tableware. Bradley could be romantic on a regular basis; he just wasn’t secretive about it. This time she had no clue about his plans for tonight.  

“I wanted to do something nice for my lady,” he says as he pulls out her chair for her. He pushes it back in once she sits down and then circles the table to take a seat. “We haven’t done something like this in a while.”  

She can’t help but smile, “We’ve never done anything like this.” 

They’ve enjoyed romantic dinners at home before, but nothing to this extent. Bradley has certainly gone all out for tonight, and she is loving every minute of it.  

“You know what I mean,” he replies as he pours champagne into two glasses. “I wanted to go all out tonight.”  

She smiles and looks lovingly at him, “I love it and I love you.”  

“I’m glad, and I love you too,” he responds, leaning over and kissing her. 

After dinner, Y/N assists Bradley with cleaning up the dishes despite his attempts to persuade her from doing so. Before putting the dishes in the dishwasher, she rinses them, then steps back outside on the deck. As she puts her hand to her mouth in awe at Bradley getting down on one knee with a stunning white gold and diamond ring nestled inside the ring box in his palm, her heart begins to race, so much love and happiness coursing through her body. 

“I, uh… I don’t really know where to begin,” Bradley admits as she walks to stand in front of him, tears welling up in her eyes as her hand falls to her side. “I practiced what I would say so many times this week, and now that I’m actually doing it, I can’t exactly remember what I was going to say,” he adds as he takes her left hand in the hand that’s not holding the ring box and kisses it softly before looking up at her. His dark eyes met hers and he had the same amount of love and happiness as she did, along with a touch of nervousness. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, have children with you, and grow old with you. I want to spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I love, admire and appreciate you. And I know I should have done this a long time ago, but I wanted this moment to be perfect for you because you deserve it. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me and become Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw?“ 

She nods her head enthusiastically and sobs, unable to speak. As he stands up and gives her a passionate kiss, Bradley removes the ring from the box and places it on her finger. 

"I love you so much, future Mrs. Bradshaw,” he says softly against her lips.  

“I love you too, Mr. Bradshaw,” she replies, kissing him once more as he lifts her up, wraps her legs around his waist, and carries her inside, kicking the back door shut behind him before heading towards their bedroom. 

TAGGED: @rainydayteacups - @alexxavicry

#acewritesfics repost #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader

[mi-spark]

id love to hear the crack theory! no worries though if youre not willing to share

honestly this game is so good if you picked ANY of these characters to like youd have a big storm coming. in wildly different directions

genuinely excited to see the liveposting! reminder to everyone else not to spoil anything for op!

(additional warning my blog is absolutely full of 999 spoilers, apologies youll just have to avoid it)

hmrngjsngkgghh FINE okay in my first run when clover proposed the idea that one of the players was Zero, naturally that put a lot of ideas in my brain about each character, and my dumb ass was like YOOO WHAT IF JUNE WAS ZERO since she seems the least likely, my only “””evidence””” being that she seems to have some knowledge about the ship, more than an average person at least, like the dead priestess lore and knowing the solar system symbols (but the latter kinda leans into common knowledge tbh) (also i sometimes think back to the beginning when she was separated from the rest of the group for Unknown Reasons but now i think that was just for the sake of emphasizing the tension between her and junpei PFFT) anyway I KNOW I KNOW IT’S STUPID and as sus as i’ve become of each character, honestly i hope none of them are culprits of anything and the game’s just fucking with me lol. i will say that i’ve put Santa in the clear though and we’ll see if that’s a mistake or not

BTW sorry for taking a minute to get to actually liveposting, i think i am just a little shy to start doing it BUT I WASN’T GONNA FLAKE it’s like one of those invisible Barriers™️ formed between me and the task since i have that minor mental block going on lmao O(-(

TY FOR YOUR ASK AND THE SPOILER NOTICES i think it’ll help kick my ass into playing again, truthfully i haven’t opened it since promising to livepost bc of the aforementioned Barrier why am i like this, but yeah i appreciate it !! ^_^

#asks #999 liveposting #SORRY FOR THE WORDY RESPONSE??

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

hey i'm glad to hear from you, I hope the new year is treating you well. are you back? I was wondering (if you wanted to share) why you unlocked your works/made them public again (unless you didn't mean to do that in which case I wanted to make sure you knew). v excited to go read your new fic and ty for being awesome i love your fics and blog!

Greetings Anon! o/

Am I back? I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, I logged back on Tumblr and am trying to answer people’s asks (still scared of my messages, I really need to tackle those, it’s been like, 3 years...) How about I am trying to be back, does that work? :) 

I got a bunch of messages and comments, both directly from people and also through other people on other platforms (ie: Discord) about how people thought I’d deleted or orphaned my works when they were just user-locked. Apparently not as many people as I thought have an Ao3 account? Who knew |D 

I had only locked it up because my friends told me I should because of the whole AI farming fanfiction thing that’s going on right now, but realistically I am not important enough to farm from, and I’m not someone who usually puts stuff behind like, a paywall or whatever and it felt kind of like that putting everything user-restricted (even though it’s not a paywall, it just felt like it to me). 

Idk, I just posted the last fic as non user-locked and went “fuck it, it doesn’t matter anyway” and just unlocked everything again lol. So yeah, it should all be back for non-users. I didn’t delete anything, sorry to people who were scared I did (and sorry to people who hate me and thought I’d finally disappeared. SURPRISE! Still here :D) 

Thank you for the message though, I hope you’re doing well and are having a good 2023 <3<3<3

#Not TW #Blood's yakkity yaks #Anonymous

[candiid-caniine]

hello! I'm thinking about getting into denial for mental health purposes. I have a really bad case of post coital dysphoria and I've seen some people say that avoiding there ever being a "post coital" state is helpful for them, since its not a fast climax and ending, instead just a slow progression back to normal mindset. I'm getting off topic- what I wanna ask is if you've noticed any positive (or negative!) impacts on your mental health when it comes to denial. have you found it makes you generally happier or better at self control or etc etc etc? what's the mental aspect of it been like for you? ty either way and know that I do love your blog <3

hi friend!!

so, first of all, that sounds like a really cool idea. I can't speak for it's effectiveness bc I don't have PCD, but I'm sorry to hear you're dealing with that and sincerely hope denial helps you!

that said, and I've talked about this on here a good while ago, I had massive problems with sub drop before I figured out how to temper myself. if you're not doing denial as part of submission, you may not have to deal with this, but I have heard that pcd and drop share some pretty similar characteristics.

what may happen is that a few days of denial will go well. then you'll drop or have dysphoria. what worked for me was using a ruin to end off every prolonged edging session, but...I don't know if that works for pcd.

anyway: all these words to say I'm not an expert on your particular application of denial! in terms of mental health, tbh I have to say 2 things mainly:

1) it's kinda bad with my adhd if I'm not careful. I can hyperfocus and end up losing productive time, so I do have to be more conscious of time management, which I suppose is a benefit now that I've gotten the hang of it!

2) biggest positive effect has been making me feel more confident, sexy, and fulfilled as part of a partnership. I've talked about how it also tempered out my sex drive, and while I have to say again my owner never pressured me to fix my unpredictable libido, that was a source of low self esteem for me for awhile. the headspace of submission and puppy and fuzzy desperation is also a relief to stress and work life for me, more than an orgasm ever had been...chiefly bc when my libido is fluctuating, I don't feel like masturbating anyway lol.

so: for my particular lifestyle, identity as a sub, and issues surrounding sex...nothing but positives across the board! I think one of the biggest predictors for "success " for those experimenting with denial is a clear aim for what you want to get out of it. not only will it make your edging feel more purposeful, it also gives you an easy metric for whether denial is actually helping you meet the goals you're trying to meet.

I wish you all the best!

#denial #asks #advice

[spideyzgirl]

I posted 272 times in 2022

That's 265 more posts than 2021!

126 posts created (46%)

146 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spideyzgirl

@hollandsangel

@tomsholland2412

@spideybrie

I tagged 195 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#peter parker x reader - 39 posts

#peter parker fanfiction - 38 posts

#tom holland x reader - 37 posts

#tom holland fanfiction - 31 posts

#peter parker imagine - 26 posts

#peter parker - 26 posts

#tom holland imagine - 25 posts

#peter parker oneshot - 23 posts

#tom!peter x reader - 22 posts

#peter parker angst - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#doesn’t he know how people will react when he shares this stuff? 😭

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

↳ *cute sweater* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ what’s a better way to have fun in a car with the cutest boy in the world?

warnings ↠ smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl pls & ty) cussing, dirty talk, minors dni <3

pairing ↠ sub!tom!peter x dom!fem!reader

wc ↠ 1k

taglist | masterlist

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being tony stark meant you could buy whatever the hell you want and brag about it for days on end.

when he offered to take you and peter on a ride in his brand new car he bought on impulse, you were forced to say yes, only so he could shut up about it.

that’s how you became trapped in a car, waiting for him to come from a meeting he forgot he was supposed to attend.

“peterrrrrr i’m bored.” you sighed dramatically. you looked at him from the backseat, he was slouched in his seat with his arms folded and his eyes shut.

“im sorry, i can’t help you.” he shrugged. “we’re in the same boat. or should i say car?”

“that was painfully unfunny.” you rolled your eyes.

the heat from being trapped inside was starting to get to you, making your head swarm with naughty ideas. “let’s do something fun.” you smirked.

“something fun? like what? what could we possibly get up to in here?”

you crawled up to the front, landing right on peters lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders.

his eyes shot open when he felt you pressed against him. he looked at you like you were crazy when it finally registered with him what you were suggesting by the devilish smirk on your lips.

“no, no.” peter shook his head. “we are not doing that in here. not in this car at least.”

“oh come on, where’s the harm in a little fun?” you purred. you planted kisses over his neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

“oh- y/n mr. stark could come back at any moment, we- we can’t…” it was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. he shut his eyes and tilted his head back, his grip on your hips tightened as he finally gave in to you.

“okay, fine!” your lips abruptly left him as you started moving off of him, making him whine. “if you really don’t want to do this, i won’t force you-“

“no, wait!” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap again. “just- just be quick okay?”

you nodded, and bit your lip to hide your excitement. you pulled his pants down just enough to expose his boxers.

“wait, we don’t have protection…” you pouted at the realization.

“we don’t have time, i need you now.” he rasped.

you hovered over him bunching your already short skirt up and moving your panties to the side. you took his throbbing cock in your hand, teasing your entrance ever so slowly. he whined and squirmed under you. he bucked his hips, silently begging you to fuck him.

you wasted no time slamming yourself down on him, throwing your head back as you maintained a hasty pace. your nails dug into his shoulders at the feeling of his tip hitting sweet spot just right.

the car shook ferociously as you bounced on him, letting anyone walking by know what you were getting up to. at least the windows are tinted.

his face was scrunched in complete pleasure as he tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. his mouth hung open, letting out the most obscene noises you’ve ever hear from him.

“look at you, look at how good my pussy fucks you. gonna be a good boy and c-cum for me?”

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462 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#4

↳ *crush * ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: you ask peter to kiss you, unaware of his true feelings for you.

warnings: mutual pining, friends to lovers, a bit of angst, like one swear word. that’s it シ

tom!peter parker x fem!reader (all characters 18+)

1.1k words

add yourself to my taglist <3

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“hey peter, can i kiss you?”

peter never turned his head so quick.

you and peter were currently sitting in his room, studying for an upcoming exam. he almost thought he was hearing things when he heard his crush- since forever, ask to kiss him. of course he always dreamed of the moment he could, but he knew better than to cross that line with you. you might’ve been his crush, but you were also his best friend and he would never forgive himself if he ruined that.

“who, me? why? not that i wouldn’t want to or wouldn’t like it but why?” he stuttered, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.

“well, i’m going on a date tonight and i think i really like this boy, but i’ve never kissed anyone. so i just wanna be prepared if anything happens you know?” you confessed.

peters heart dropped a little at your statement, but he was also glad. you were going on a date with someone else and it tore him up inside. but, you’ve never been kissed & he was going to be the first to give you the experience.

“are you serious? you’ve never been kissed?” he tried holding back a smile.

you frowned, not expecting him to react that way. “come on, don’t make fun of me. you know what, i shouldn’t have asked. i’m sorry.”

“i wasn’t- i didn’t mean it like that! i just- you’re really pretty so i guess i just thought you’ve been kissed or something…”

“nope, sorry to disappoint you.” you giggled.

peter got quiet after a while, feeling his nerves get the best of him. “hey are you sure you want it to be me? like as your first kiss? i guess i just don’t want you to regret it.” he trailed off.

“why would i regret it? you’re my best friend, we know each other a lot, and i trust you. better you than anyone else right?” you smiled at him.

you patted the spot on the bed beside you, signaling him to come and sit. he anxiously stood and walked over to you, sat down. 4 years of friendship has not prepared him nearly enough for this moment.

peter swallowed thickly, realizing just how close your faces were. his eyes shifted back and forth from your eyes to your lips, as his heart beat quickened.

with a shaky hand, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, and pressed his lips softly against against. his slightly chapped lips moved against your soft ones delicately. he could taste the mango flavored chapstick on your lips as he deepened the kiss, pressing his nose into your cheek.

your heart pounded rapidly, not sure if it was from nerves or excitement. you relaxed into the kiss anyway, feeling warmth run through your body. you felt as if you were on fire.

you hesitantly pulled away after a while, fluttering your eyes open and panting softly. you both stared at each other for a while, both surprising the other. where did he learn to kiss like that?

peter cleared his throat and backed away a little. “so uh, how’d you- how’d you like it?”

“it was nice, it was really really good actually…” you smiled while your fingers brushed over your lips, still able to feel him moments after he had gone.

peter smiled proudly to himself, feeling like he’d just won at life. he kissed the girl of his dreams and she liked it.

his victory was short lived once you spoke your next sentence. “that was great, thanks for helping me pete. i should probably go now though, to get ready.”

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562 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#3

↳ *touch* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: peters erotic fantasies lead to the night of his life.

warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, minors dni pls

inexperienced!peter parker x experienced! fem!reader all characters 18+

1k words

A/N: first smut kinda nervous- lmk if some shits inaccurate please :)

taglist | masterlist

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he’d been so caught up with his personal life and being spider-man, that peter barely saw you at all in the past week. so, he decided to make up for lost time.

you were currently sat between his legs with your back against his chest, as you mindlessly played with the rings on his hand.

his free hand was massaging your stomach gently, making you feel warm all over. his hand accidentally slipped under the top part of your pants, brushing over the waistband of your lace panties.

his eyes widened as he felt is face and ears get hot. he certainly didn’t mean to do it, but he wasn’t complaining. “sorry…” he spoke quickly.

“ ‘s okay pete.” you giggled at your boyfriends shyness, and turned your attention to the tv, while playing with his rings.

it was not in fact okay. he couldn’t stop the filthy thoughts of your legs spread open for him, screaming his name as he swiftly fucked you with his fingers, coating his fingers with your juices. he muttered a quick ‘fuck’ at the thought, which you didn’t miss.

“you alright?”

“i’m fine sweetness.”

he was not in fact fine. he felt himself getting harder and harder with each erotic thought of you, and with the way you were nuzzled against him, he was sure you’d feel it soon.

you felt him tense up all of a sudden, his hand slowing to a stop on your stomach. you frowned at his change of behavior, turning to look at him with a slight crease in your brow.

“are you sure you’re okay? what’s going on with you?” you squeezed his thigh trying to comfort him, which shouldn’t have aroused him more but did anyway.

he felt guilty about the whole thing honestly. here you were, just wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, and all he could think about was shoving his hand down your pants. he didn’t want to tell you what was really wrong with him, you’d probably think he was a creep.

“whats on your mind petey? you can always talk to me.” you patted his thigh as you picked up on his silence.

“it’s nothing really, i was just wondering if you’ve ever been t-touched? like down there?”

you smirked and bit your lip after finally realizing what this was about, but you decided to play coy.

“yeah, a few times. why?” you started playing with the rings on his fingers again, subtly teasing him.

he cleared his throat before he spoke. “i kinda wanna… you know…”

“did you want to touch me pete?” you asked seductively. you brought his fingers to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the tips of them.

“i- i do but, i’ve never touched a girl before…”

“that’s okay, i’ll help you.” you rubbed his thigh reassuringly. “just, tell me if you ever want to stop okay?”

he nodded and gulped as he watched you put the tips of his ring and middle finger in your mouth, rolling your tongue around them slowly. you pushed them in a bit further, softly moaning as you covered his digits with your saliva.

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896 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#2

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

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1,017 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

↳ *rendezvous* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ you and peter get caught in the act by your father, tony stark.

warnings ↠ smut from the jump, fwb, friends to lovers, no no words, hella dialogue, minors dni <3

pairing ↠ tom!peter x stark!reader all characters 18+

wc ↠ 2.1k

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

the day peter agreed to become friends with benefits was a very controversial one. given that he had a lifelong crush on you, and you wanted to dive into your nonexistent sex life, it was a no brainer. of course with you being the daughter of tony stark, and tony being peters boss, you had to keep your rendezvous underground.

“fuck, pete. faster-“ you threw your head back, feeling the bed rock as peter thrusted harshly into you. he was fucking you so good, you could barely manage coherent sentences.

“want more?” he panted and began to place kisses along your neck, careful not to mark you up like you had warned.

you nodded, biting your lip to suppress your moans. peter complied, fucking into you much faster than before which you didn’t think was possible. you shrieked loudly as he repeatedly hit your cervix, causing peter to clamp his hand over your mouth.

“shh, we can’t be loud remember?”

you whimpered under his hand and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. he was fucking you faster than the speed of light, leaving you a trembling, limp-bodied, moaning mess.

he grunted as he relentlessly gave you his all, feeling your walls squeeze him for dear life. he knew you were close, and he wasnt far behind either.

he held your wrists above your head and his grip tightened as he continued pounding into you mercilessly. you felt the knot forming in your stomach and your vision blurred, but peter pulled completely out of you, denying you of your orgasm.

you whined and frowned at him, watching him frantically scamper away from you. “what the fuck, peter?” you breathed out.

“get your clothes on y/n, i can hear your dad coming.”

“i was coming too.” you pouted.

he pulled his boxers up and frantically searched for the rest of his clothes. “y/n i’m not fucking around.” he threw your bra at you.

“we just we’re fucking around though.”

he looked up at you, clearly unamused.

“sorry. i’ll stop.”

by the time you both got dressed again tony was just opening the door. you didn’t even have time to smooth down your hair.

his eyebrows knit together at the sight of peter, who he thought left the tower 20 minutes ago. “pete? what’re you still doing here?”

“oh, peter asked me if i could help him study for an upcoming um… science exam!” you smiled widely at him.

“right…” he looked you up and down, noticing how out of order you looked, and how you and peter were awkwardly standing beside each other. he brushed it off though, you two were normally strange acting around him.

“well, since you’re still here pete, come and join us for dinner? steve didn’t cook tonight, so i don’t have to order an alternate dinner.”

“uh, yeah sure. why not?” peter nods.

“great.” he turned to leave. “oh y/n? please open a window in here. light a candle, spray some febreeze, anything. it smells like ass in here.”

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[pinkuberii]

hi! i’m new to your blog and i rlly liked your itto fic, it was so fluffy 😭

could i pls request a short fic or some headcanons of itto being reassured and comforted by the reader? i feel like he’s quite insecure about a lot of things since growing up as an oni in inazuma isn’t easy- he might be naturally loud and seemingly confident, but he kinda exaggerates it in public cause he doesn’t wanna be seen as weak. i just want him to feel loved and drown in the affection he deserves ;-;

- Itto being comforted by gn!reader -

Tw: none (slight angst perhaps????)

Author’s note: Aaaaaa ty anon!! I’m so happy you liked my Itto fic and requested something as well

I hope this’ll suit your tastes! <3

It’s Itto loving hours bbyyyyy wooooo

Itto has thick skin in my opinion but at some nights the negative thoughts and comments happen to linger in his mind longer than usual

9 out of ten times he doesn’t want to show his sadness because he might seem “weak”

It was a starry yet peaceful night when the oni had shared his insecurities bit by bit with you. As his lover you realized something was going on once you caught a glimpse of the dejected expression on his face after he sat down next to you on your shared bed. His voice – which was usually full of confidence and enthusiasm -- was now the total opposite of what you were familiar with.

“(Y/n)… Am I… Am I really that loud and annoying?” He questioned as his somber crimson eyes began to close, burying his face deeper in the crook of your neck with every question he asked. “Annoying? Definitely not. Loud? A bit, but that’s one of the many aspects I like about you. I love hearing you and your ‘loud’ voice.” You softly answered, slender fingers sliding through his white locks before realizing something. “Loud may not be the best way to put it though. I’d say it’s more energetic and happy. It’s pretty adorable if you ask me, never fails to make me smile.” A faint hum was the only answer you received before he spoke once again.

“Do you think I’m childish?” Those words abruptly left his lips as he pulled you closer, arms tightly wrapped around your waist for a sense of comfort. You thought about your response for a bit, pressing your lips on his temple to give him a kiss during the meantime. “You’re not childish in my eyes, Itto. Other people may perceive you as such, but they don’t see the way I see you. They don’t see the Itto who tries his best to make his loved ones smile every day, or the Itto that stands up for the bullied children, or the Itto that sings to me with his charming voice when I can’t sleep, or the Itto that—" The faint sob coming from him all of a sudden made you put a halt to your words, (e/c) colored eyes widening out of surprise.

Congrats you broke him down

Poor baby had been bottling his emotions up for quite a while so hearing you say that made him very emotional

Just let him sob for a little while in your arms, he’d appreciate it <3

I think he’d be encouraged quite easily, especially if he’s getting comforted by someone he loves (*cough* you *cough*)

The oni’s faint cries started to die down, causing the room to be soundless once again. “Darling, are you feeling a bit better now?” Your faint voice then chimed in to break the silence while rubbing soothing circles on his broad back, the action making him look up from his current spot. “Yes, I think so…” Itto inhaled sharply before carrying on with his sentence. “I’m sorry for being so weak all of a sudden, (y/n). I’m not used to this a-and I don’t want you to think I’m not strong anymore and—" A dim chuckle from you made him stop with his sentence as teary red eyes looked at you with confusion, not understanding your reaction at all.

“Oh, Itto.. There’s no reason to apologize. It’s okay to be weak and vulnerable sometimes. Even the strongest onikabuto falls down sometimes, but you know what’s the most important thing? To have the determination and courage to stand up and continue. That’s the essence.” Carefully, your hand found its way towards his tear-stained cheek to wipe the dried droplets away. The oni seemed to adore the affection he received, showing his appreciation by putting his scarred hand on top of yours to lean in against your touch. “Thank you.”

He’d definitely give you a bear-hug after

And also, a very passionate kiss to show his gratitude <3

Mans is lucky to have you

After exchanging some pecks and kisses Itto would rest his head on your lap while listening blissfully to your sweet words and compliments, pale cheeks tinting the same color as the dendrobiums that bloom vibrantly on Yashiori island. “I love you because you’re so youthful and never fail to bring a smile to my lips. You’re always so positive and caring and super-duper talented. Besides, you always lift my spirits up with your optimism. Who cares if you got some mean comments from unknown people anyway? You’re simply unique”

He’s a blushing mess atm congrats you’ve flustered the oni

Y’know how children smile from ear to ear once they receive a present – especially something they’ve been wanting for long? Yeah, he’s smiling like that c:

No but he deserves all the affection and love :(

I can imagine him hiding his face in his hands out of shyness

(y/n) what are you doing to this man???

Anyway, he ABSOLUTELY loves you

He’d pinky promise you that he wouldn’t hide his sadness from you from now on yes he pinky promises things shhhhhh-

Communication is key besties-

hE DESERVES THE WORLD 🛐

No beta read btw

#itto x you #itto x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #arataki itto #Itto #genshin Itto #genshin impact itto #genshin impact headcanons #iTTO BEST ONI- #request #arataki itto x reader #esu writes—📝

[aetherarf]

omg im love w your blog!!! 😭😭😭 (you won me the moment you said you like heavy angst bc i LOVE it. 👌🏻) can you write something angst with childe, zhongli, kaeya ​​and diluc where the reader finds out shes pregnant and is happy and excited to tell her partner but he doesn't take it very well? as if the baby was going to spoil his plans or they were not comfortable with the idea. (and yes, please, you can exaggerate the sadness if you want)

> and as im a lover of sad and painful things, if you can skip a time later where the reader loses the baby and how they would react to it. (It's ok if you don't want it!! I'll love what you can give me!) anyways, have a nice day and be safe!! 🥺<3

Of course! However, I'm going to have it be AFAB!Reader, and using gender neutral language... not everyone who can get pregnant is a girl, you know? Plus gender neutral language can refer to anyone ever.

But ty for your kind words, and here you go <3!

[[ WARNING: ANGST, PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, INJURY ]]

[[ Summary: You're pregnant! And you're so happy to be bringing a little bundle of joy into the world with your lover... but they aren't so happy. Worse still, it turns out that little bundle of joy never get to see the light of day, not even for a moment.

Total Word Count: 2'521

Childe Word Count: 680

Diluc Word Count: 809

Kaeya Word Count: 528

Zhongli Word Count: 504 ]]

Childe

When he had come home, there was a meal cooked, his favorite alcohol, and you were dolled up, dressed up to look perfect--He could tell you were preparing something. Seeing you standing there, back to him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"So, what's the occasion? Or are you just so madly in love with me you have to spoil me?" He teased. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your stomach, leaning back a little bit into him--his eyes widened before you spoke, and you confirmed the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind-

"You're going to be a father."

In a fit of excitement, he scooped you up, holding you close and pressing kisses to your face, nuzzling up to you in excitement--"I'm gonna be a daddy!" He chirped, "Oh, oh, if it's a boy we're calling him lil Ajax, promise me he'll be my little Ajax Junior?" He asked, excited.

Through the night, the two of you had already been gushing out with countless ideas, about names, about the possibility of twins, more than a few crass jokes from Childe, until the two of you went to bed...

And when you were sound asleep in his arms... he was given a chance to think.

And it hit him.

He was not only making you more of a target to anyone who despised the Fatui, or himself personally... But...

Was he ready to be a dad?

He was gone all the time.

Was he... ready...?

His excitement turned to dread. Only after the initial shock, did he realize that... no, no, this was awful.

As quietly as he could, he sobbed into your shoulder, desperately trying to not wake you up. He was... terrified.

He had not known terror before, because this was not something he could kill and be done with.

Desperately, he tried to delude himself into thinking everything would be okay, to keep a smile on his face. When you called him out for his oddness, he confessed only a fraction of the truth, "I guess there's just.. a lot of feelings going on, you know?" He asked, the shrugged to himself. "I just need a little time before I'm settled with the idea."

He wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it at all. He felt like a child himself... Could he raise anything without destroying it? Even his own siblings... he stayed away just to keep them sane. He was nothing but a danger to them. He couldn't neglect his own child...

One day, he came home...and you weren't there. Probably just doing something on your own, he didn't really care, just sort of minding his own business, doing some cleaning since there was always something he could at least polish up when trying to burn time.

And there was a knock on the front door. He opened it, and there was a panicked Fatui messenger.

"Your-Your, uh, partner. They-They got into a bad fight, and they were... hospitalized."

Never had he run so fast in his life to find you. When he saw you, you were covered in bruises, black and blue, and a few bandaged cuts. He sat beside your bed, holding your hand, "... Talk to me," he pleaded, unable to hide his cracking voice.

"It's dead," you said, weakly. He shook his head, not understanding,

"What do you mean?"

"I'm... okay. But... Ajax," you whimpered, looking at him, having already cried every tear out of your body, "Our baby."

It hit him.

"I got hit in the stomach."

"Oh... Oh no, babe, love... nono..." He tried to hug you as best as he could without hurting you...

But... was it bad of him to be relieved? He knew this would happen... he knew you were in pain, but... he'd rather have an unborn infant he had never met die compared to a child he held and loved.

He'd still stay there with you, but he only wished he could fix it. Not everything could be killed with brute violence.

Diluc

"Diluc... I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."

Diluc's face paled. The first thought that hit his head was his death, leaving you and your currently unborn child to suffer alone... or worse.

He couldn't be a father, he-he... He wasn't mean to be part of a family. He lost his father, his mother, Kaeya... Even the Knights, that at one point he could have called family, have left... Or he left them, knowing that he simply couldn't exist around them.

Your once ecstatic and happy face fell... Sure, the two of you only, idly, had spoken about the possibility of children... and you didn't mean to get pregnant, but you wanted a child.

It seems Diluc did not exactly share your feelings.

"I'm going to bed," he said, standing up suddenly, feeling like he was about to fall over.

"Is this news... really so horrible?" You asked, no small amount of pain... and he sighed.

"I... don't know how to deal with it. I need time to think."

You knew it was a big thing... you'd give him time. After all, in the end, Diluc was a good man. He did the best he could and took care of those he cared for, even if he didn't want a child, he would take care of them... and, of course, you.

The next day, he was no better, he looked at your sleeping form, your stomach, and from pure distress and terror, he had left to go to the bathroom, just to vomit pure acid, trying to hide how tears poured under the guise of being sick, of being in pain.

How could he be a father?

The next few weeks were tense, and his gaze would linger on your stomach...

By the end of the first month, he set his hand on your stomach... with a small, vulnerable smile.

"I'm excited," he finally said, rubbing your stomach that was barely any larger than normal... "I'm afraid, but... I'm excited for our baby."

You cried, and he did too, holding each other as you cried. Exciting, concerning... hopeful, there was so many emotions, but in the end, you slept happily.

Things would be okay. Diluc would make a family he couldn't lose.

Each month, Diluc would fuss more and more. He desperately tried to help when you were sick, from morning sickness, giving you massages when your body was aching from the new weight, the new life inside you.

Whenever he was sitting next to you, or lying beside you, especially as your stomach grew, he always had a hand on it. On the fifth month, when he felt the baby kick, he looked at you with a smile wider than you had ever seen before, excited like a young child getting its first toy.

He spent the next two hours pressing kisses to your rounded belly, whispering to the baby as though it could hear him.

By the sixth month, was when it happened. The two of you were talking, standing in the kitchen as you talked about what to make for dinner, and you felt it-Water flushing from you, soaking your clothes and making a mess on the floor. Diluc stared at you, shocked, and you felt the worst pain in your life--

"Diluc," You half collapsed in his arms, "I-I think I'm in labor," you said, with no small amount of horror.

It was supposed to be three months, but Diluc didn't question that, even if he was aware something very, very wrong. He brought you all the way to the Cathedral, and the Sisters, too, were in shock when you had told them. Moved to a back room, away from prying eyes, Diluc didn't let go of your hand as you tried to push...

For hours, you sat there, tears in your eyes, "Diluc," you sobbed, weakly, "I'm so tired."

"You can do it," he reassured, "I promise you, you can do it."

Finally, the baby was out. However, the sisters had taken the baby somewhere, you and Diluc sitting there, you exhausted, and Diluc terrified. Finally... Barbara walked in, tears in her eyes.

"... Your baby is dead." She said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Would you-Would you like to see them, or..."

You only began to cry, weakly.

"No," Diluc said, not wanting to look at the corpse of the child he failed to father, "But... can the Sisters arrange a burial?" He asked, trying to stop himself from losing it. Barbara nodded.

"Of course," She said, "I will leave you two be." She walked off, leaving the room as she tried not to cry for your loss.

He held you, and you both sobbed.

Once again, the Family that Diluc could never have, one he fought for with tooth and nail, was taken from him again.

At least he still had you.

Kaeya

"Fucking paperwork," he grumbled, detesting how everything had an absurd about of work to do. No wonder they were always overworked...

He'd rather be, who knows, hunting some monsters or getting some time off, sitting in the Angel's Share with you on his lap...

Huh.

That sounded really nice right about now.

Just as he returned to his work, ceasing to think of you, you knocked on his office door and practically burst right in, an excited look on your face.

"Oh, what's got you so happy?" He asked, leaning back in his seat and he grinned, watching you walked around his desk, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I have some news~" You said, in a singsongy voice, and he tugged on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So, tell me, don't make me wait with baited breath, I'll probably suffocate," He teased, sweetly.

You tugged him close, speaking in a low whisper right into his ear-- "I'm pregnant."

He was glad you weren't looking at his face, with the horror on his face. He was able to put on a mask of excitement, as fake as it felt, when you leaned back, looking at his expression, and he held you close, pressing his lips to yours.

"I'd say let's go celebrate, but I guess you can't have wine anymore."

You huffed, "We can celebrate in a different way."

In the end, the two of you went to the Angel's Share, the two of you deciding to keep it a secret for a little longer.

That night, while you cuddled up to him, he lie in bed, unable to close his eye, staring blankly...

Terrified.

As time passed, you had hit halfway through your second month. Kaeya still insisted that you keep it a secret-- "It's more fun if some people have a suspicious feeling, and then it's so exciting when you do tell them."

He was just too afraid to tell the world thus far. You had mostly agreed, but you were excited... you wanted to tell.

"I want to talk about this more," you admitted, "But I need to get a check-up for our little baby," you patted your tummy gently, and he pressed a kiss to your temple,

"Alright," he dreaded that conversation, "You go be safe."

"I will."

He sat silently, on the bed, blankly staring forth. What was he supposed to do...? To even think?

He was so scared.

He was able to hear you before he saw you, hear the sounds of your sobbing, and as he turned to see you, you jumped into his arms, openly crying. Somehow--he could tell your stomach was... smaller. If only a little.

"You were right to not tell anyone," you whimpered, weakly. He gently rubbed your back,

"What do you mean?" He asked, softly.

"I... I had a miscarriage."

He felt elated, but also so, so terribly guilty.

But he knew, with everything... It was for the best.

"I'm so sorry," he said, softly, holding you close, "Tell me--what can I do to make this better?"

"I don't know, I don't know," you sobbed, broken and weak.

For now, he'd just hold you.

Zhongli

With a wide smile and bright eyes, you told him: "I'm pregnant!"

Zhongli gasped in surprise, for a brief second, he was only pleased, his hands almost touching your stomach... then he recoiled, pulling back, hesitant... And he looked down and away.

"... Love," he said softly, "You are aware I am still an adeptus." He said, gently. You didn't understand,

"Of course, but... there's Ganyu, and Yanfei, they're both half-adeptus, half-human... Isn't this fine?"

He was quiet for a moment, sighing. "Yanfei's and Ganyu's adeptus parents were mammals. I... Was not-You understand, I was one a dragon of the earth, correct?" He asked,

"Of course, I wouldn't forget anything like that."

"Normal half-adeptus children already have problems, but one who is a dragon..."

He looked away, thinking.

"Are you sure you're not just afraid? It's okay to be afraid." You reassured, reaching out and holding his hand.

He was not afraid.

He was simply certain. The idea-The idea of having a child, a little bounding bundle of joy that would giggle as he tickled them, seeing their beautiful, adorable little smile that held features of you and himself...

How idealistic. But he had endured tragedy before, and he will endure it again.

This will only be another agony. If, perhaps, he was in his original mating season, having gone through it delicately how it was meant to, rather than pure chance and accident... Then there was hope.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Perhaps I am."

The days passed, and he would admit, he was shocked to see that your menstruation cycle had stopped--oh, period. People called it periods more commonly. Good to know.

And your stomach grew, you demanded him to touch your stomach, of which he would not argue, listening to your hopeful words.

You felt a pain in your stomach--naturally, you would be in pain.

You had left to go get it checked, to see why there would be pain, and what issue there would be for your child.

Alone, he curled up in bed and sobbed, unable to save you from this tragedy, sobbing pathetically in desperation, where no one, not, even you, could see his pain.

You did not come back that day, but you returned the second, pale and sickly, with bandages around your stomach. You collapsed into your arm,

"They... they had to do an emergency surgery," you wept weakly, too exhausted to sob, "It was... dead... and hurting-killing me."

He nodded. He knew this.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, softly, "I'm sorry, love."

"I just... I just want a family... Something to call my own."

Zhongli was quiet for a moment. Both of you had time before his original cycle would come in line...

Maybe-maybe, through an odd union of human and dragon, you could give him this family. But it would be a long, long conversation, and you would need to wait well beyond your wounds.

Oh, but your pain... how could he endure.

He would have to find a way.

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Hello, are you still taking requests for your follower milestone event? If not, feel free to ignore this. Can I request Tsukishima and prompt 11? I'd also like to ask that there's no brat reader kink. Ty! Congrats on 400!

300 Follower Event

Tsukishima Kei

Prompt 11: “Mind helping me?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: *bangs fists on table* roommates to lovers roommates to lovers roommates to lovers, gn!reader, masturbation, hand job

thank you for specifying what you didn’t want because that makes me feel more comfortable writing. and thank you so much for the congratulations!! i’m sorry this took so long to get out.

There were unmistakable sounds coming from Tsukishima’s bedroom.

You didn’t want to pry, but it seemed like he almost wanted you to hear him. He was the type of guy that didn’t like making unnecessary noise in your shared living space, but you could hear the small sound of a hand hitting skin and low groans from down the hall.

Yes, he knew you liked him. Yes, he had said he liked you too. But you didn’t expect this.

You paused in the hall outside, body fighting to decide whether you wanted to ignore it or get even closer. One step in the direction of his door told you everything you needed to know about your self control.

You didn’t remember pressing your ear against the door, but there you were, eyes closed and lips parted in surprise. His low groans felt like they vibrated right down into the pit of your stomach and you began feeling a very pleasant kind of sick.

“You can come in. I can see your feet under the door.”

Oh shit. You didn’t remember his voice ever sounding so alluring. Usually it was spitting out playful insults or mindlessly reciting the grocery list when you were at the store together. Now, it was hot, soaked with pleasure and a simple, sarcastic dare to join him. You reached for the doorknob with a shaky hand and swung it open.

He was sitting with his back against the headboard, holding himself with a tight grip. There wasn’t much light in the room but you could see the shine of sweat on his face and shoulders. His unkempt hair stuck to his forehead in places.

“Hi,” he said. He shot you a smile, too wide to be a smirk but laced with the same sarcasm. He was far too composed for someone just caught in the act. He tipped his head to gesture between his legs. “Mind helping me?”

Your mouth went dry but your body was moving before you had even given it permission to. You crawled up onto the bed and settled between his knees, trying to ignore how focused he was on your frame.

“Come here,” he said, already reaching for your face. His long fingers grazed the back of your neck and pulled you forward. You thought he might kiss you, but instead his cheek pressed against yours and he was breathing in your ear.

“This is because of you, ya know. Give me your hand.” His words vibrated through you as you placed a shaky hand into his. He guided it between his legs. His hand curled around yours and you’d fist closed on his cock, hot and slick and begging for your attention. You inhaled sharply.

“There we go,” he whispered. He readjusted his grip so he was holding the back of your neck and pressing his face into your hair. “I’m gonna help you. Can you be good and follow me?” You swallowed hard and nodded. You felt him smile against your hair. “I knew you would.”

He held the back of your hand tightly and slid it down his cock. He tightening his grip on the upstroke, squeezing your hand over the head as he let out a light sigh.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Let’s go a little faster. You want to make me come, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Your voice was unsteady and you cringed as he chuckled into your ear.

“Nervous? What’s wrong? Don’t like making me feel good?” He dragged your hand up faster every time and seemed to be trying to keep his breathing even. As your hand moved upward again you slid your thumb over the head. His breath caught in his throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked. He let go of you and you sat back. He took his hand away, letting you control the pace. He let out a low groan and tipped his head back as you began twisting your wrist. “Jesus. I’ll take that as a yes.” You smiled and looked up at his face.

“It was.” He grinned and pulled you forward into a short kiss. Before you could pull back he took hold of your chin.

“Why don’t you make me come and I can take care of you?” The words tickled your face. When you met his eyes again, they were full of smoldering amusement, just waiting to see what your next move would be. You decided you really, really liked that look.

You pushed forward to meet his lips, licking into his mouth with as much heat as you felt coursing through you. He froze in surprise, then let out a pleased sound as you continued your long, steady strokes on his cock.

His breathing was unsteady against your face, shaky in a way that made you want to move faster, make him feel better, do whatever you could to keep those sounds going. You twisted your hand on every upward motion, lewd, wet noises barely reaching your ears as Tsukishima pulled you closer, kissed you harder. You took a moment and focused on the head of his cock, pumping it quickly before resuming your previously steady motion. He let out a loud hum and pulled away, chest heaving.

“Quit being a tease,” he mumbled, eyes still trained on your mouth. You smiled.

“I’m not.”

His lips quirked up into a slight smile. “Bullshit.”

“I’m really not,” you said, leaning close and lowering your voice to a whisper. “I just wanna make you come, Kei.” He shivered, which he quickly masked by returning his mouth to yours. You could feel him getting harder in your hand, and the kiss was growing sloppier as Tsukishima lips moved almost frantically. You could feel that he was close and relished the quick breaths against your face, the way his hands tangled in your hair and gripped your shirt, the slight shift of his legs as his body decided it could no longer stay still.

He broke the kiss, keeping his face pressed close to yours.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, face screwed up and fists clenching tighter. His body pressed closer to you as he let out a small groan, cock twitching in your hand as he spilled. He seemed to cease all movement for a moment as you slowed your hand to a stop, before letting out a sigh.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispered, taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. He leaned forward, shifting a hand to your waist and easing you back onto the bed.

“Now let me take care of you.”

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[biisexualemma]

always you. oscar diaz

word count: 1658

warnings: little bit angsty but still fluffy i swear

requested: 'hi!! i truly love your entire blog and your imagines!! you're writing is incredible! could i ask for an imagine with oscar where the reader and oscar are together but he needs constant reassurance from her that she wants to be with him bc he thinks she can do better? so shes always letting him know that he's all she wants? just a lot of fluff pls! thank you!!’

a/n: sorry aGaIN for taking literal months to write this but here it is! i don’t really love it but hopefully you do! alright bye

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your eyes rolled, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. your brows furrowed when you heard a loud thud followed by some muffled cusses. you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, peeking one eye open, your eyes still tired from the deep sleep you'd been in seconds earlier.

you knew who it was and he came shuffling in moments later. you often fell asleep well before oscar would get home, but almost always stirred when he'd get back, as much as he tried not to wake you.

the lights were off but you could just make out his silhouette. he let out a heavy sigh, his hand moving to his face, rubbing his eyes exhausted.

"hey," you muttered, your voice soft from having just woken up. you peeped at the clock beside your bed, it was almost two in the morning. you turned back to oscar who was trudging over to your shared bed, releasing a huff when he collapsed next to you. "it’s late— everything ok?"

his body relaxed under the touch of your fingertips grazing his shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. your eyes fluttered, you were so tired. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closing for a moment as you placed a kiss against his arm. you forced your eyes open to look at him, trying not to let yourself drift back off to sleep.

"i didn't mean to wake you," he mumbled, he sounded just as tired as you felt. you reached over and flicked on the lamp beside your bed.

the room dimly lit up, your eyes shifting straight away to the blood dripping just below his eyebrow. your eyebrows twitched into a frown, your hand touching his chin and tilting his head so you could get a better look.

"osc, you're bleeding," your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, unease sitting on your stomach. you didn't want to ask where he got it from, instead you climbed out from under the warm covers, shuffling to your shared bathroom. you knew you had a makeshift first aid kit lying around somewhere. "do i wanna know?"

oscar didn't answer you at first, he continued to lay still where you left him. he didn't want to think about it too much, and he definitely didn't want to put any images into your head. "probably not," he mumbled. guilt and tire laced his tone. he never liked having to come home to you like this. he would often try to hide it to avoid getting you up in the middle of the night. but you had a sixth sense, you always knew, somehow, when he was hurt. he knew you deserved better than this.

this guilt had being weighing on him for quite some time and he didn't know what to do with it. he loved you, much more than you were aware of. he knew he'd do anything for you but he couldn't help but doubt everything when this kind of thing happened (which was a lot).

you moved back over to the bed, seating yourself down with your legs crossed. you patted your lap, and oscar compliantly moved so his head rested between your folded legs. you pulled out an anti-septic wipe and began to clean up the blood surrounding the wound.

he watched your face as you hovered over him, upside down. your bottom lip tugged under your teeth, eyebrows furrowed softly, careful not to hurt him as you tended to him gently.

"sorry," he was practically whispering.

your eyebrows unknitted when he spoke, losing your concentration for a second. you glanced away from the wound and down to where his eyes lay. you noticed how his eyelashes fluttered, his brown eyes tired. you shook your head, brushing off his apology.

"don't be," you mumbled, your fingers touched his temple so he would turn his head. you continued to clean out the wound, ignoring his hard stare. "as long as it never gets any worse. i couldn't have you look any worse than this..." you trailed off, trying not to put those images into your head.

you finished cleaning him up, throwing your bits away, and repositioning him so he lay with his head on your lap again. you moved one hand to his face, running your thumb across his cheek.

"what you thinkin' about?" you mumbled softly. you leaned back against the headboard, your eyes growing tired again. his eyebrows were furrowed slightly with unease.

"that you deserve better than this," he didn't hesitate when he spoke because he really meant it.

he wanted to leave all this, to live a life with you away from everything tying him to freeridge. the fact that he couldn't give that to you right now, was starting to take it's toll. especially when he knew you this was all you wanted. he knew you didn't approve of his lifestyle, you had said so when you first started dating. but you learned, over time, to push it aside and not think about it. you loved him and would do anything to be with him. he didn't want you to go through that for him.

feeling more awake now, you frowned, approaching the conversation with caution. "better than what?"

"being woken up every night to fix me up."

"stop getting hurt then, problem solved," you tried to make light of where you saw this conversation going.

"i'm serious, y/n," he cut you short. he sighed, sitting up, his back facing you now. he didn't often call you by your name, he usually stuck to some kind of pet name. so it left a weird feeling in your stomach when he did.

"oscar," you mimicked his sigh. "can we not get into this— it's late," you really were exhausted, you couldn't imagine how tired oscar must be. you didn't trust having this conversation with him when you were both moody and tired. "you know i love you.."

"yeah, i know," he ran a hand across his face. his exasperated sigh made you think that wasn't what he needed to hear. it stung a little. "that's what makes it worse."

your eyebrows knitted, you didn't want to hear this now, or ever. for a moment you felt as if your relationship was very one sided, something you'd never worried about before with oscar. he was always very affectionate with you in private, he made sure to tell you he loved you at least once a day.

"please, i really don't want to get into this with you, osc," your voice cracked slightly, fear of where it would lead if you carried this conversation on.

"you can't just ignore it," he snipped. you touched his shoulder, gripping it so you could make him face you again. you knew oscar could get a little insecure when it came to you, but you never gave him any reason to be. you were perfectly happy with him, he just couldn't see it.

"i'm not ignoring anything," you sighed. oscar observed now how tired you looked, the feeling in the pit of his stomach worsening. "i love you, ok? is that not enough? i don't picture us running away together. i picture this. because this is the reality and that is what i am content with. i don't need you to be anything else because i love you. as you are, no matter what you do."

you felt yourself getting upset that you had to spell this out for him. you knew what you were getting into when things started getting serious between you two. you could've pulled away at anytime but you didn't want to. you were still here because oscar was it for you, and you knew that even if he couldn't see it.

his expression softened. "i don't want this to be your reality," he relaxed his head, looking away from you. you were torturing him, looking at him like that. "i want more for you."

you felt a lump growing in your throat, it was upsetting to hear him talk like this. you shuffled, moving so you could wrap your arms around his stomach, your head pressed against his back.

"good thing you can't tell me what to do then," you mumbled halfheartedly. you squeezed your arms tighter around him. he sighed. his body swivelled round, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer. you kept your arms in place when he leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

"all i want is you, oscar," you mumbled, comforted by his embrace. you pulled at his torso until you both fell back into the bed. you rolled onto your side, looking up at him with a stern look in your eyes. "it was always you. you’re it."

"it?" he mumbled, caving just a bit for you to release a very soft smile, nodding. he looked at the ceiling, you watched his jaw unclench.

you hummed, content. "it."

oscar didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip around your shoulder, his head relaxing on top of your own. you could feel him relax underneath you.

"so you can quit your worrying and tell me you love me too," you were halfheartedly teasing him now. you felt him smile a little, as he slowly eased up and let it go. he tried to focus only on the fact that you were in love with him, and that nothing would change your mind. "'cause i said it like three times and you shut me down every time.."

oscar rolled his eyes, lifting his head so he could look at you. he now saw your small teasing smile. you tilted your head back, oscar followed your lead and kissed you. it was soft and slow, oscar pulling away only for a second so he could mumble a quiet you know i love you.

you both fell asleep moments later, wrapped up in each others arms.

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Hey, I saw you asking for request in the Yandere Dabi tag? So, how about Hawks gifting Dabi y/n for Christmas? There is perfect image for that too. I will add the blog where it is in the post.

Y'all have the most brilliant brains I swear.

•Regifting•

Warnings: Yandere Hawks, hinting of kidnapping, grooming themes, mild dubcon, major sexual tension, Daddy Keigo, Sub Dabi, Sub reader.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader x Dabi (brief Dabi x Hawks)

A/N: LMAO my brain took OFF with this shit. There's gonna be a part two. Lemme know if you want tagged.

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"Oh angel, you look perfect." Keigo coos down at you as you kneel between his legs. His lean body is clad in all black, well tailored slacks and a handsome button up.

He's reclined on the couch, knees spread apart as he watches you present yourself in the outfit he laid out for you.

It's very simple, very sweet. All skimpy and silky, hugging your curves and perking your tits.

"He's going to love you." His eyes light up as he shifts upright, wings spreading wide behind him.

His words make you squirm, desperate to please, to impress.

Keigo had spent so much time taming you, working his ass off to get you so compliant. You were a rotten little thing we he first brought you home. Always fighting, always running away, always crying.

It took time, patience, and so much punishment, but he finally broke you. It was a beautiful process too, watching you crumble, watching you buckle and submit.

Now you're perfect, so sweet and willing and obedient. A wonderful gift, a sufficient offering.

Your shaking hands hold out some ribbons and a bow, a curious look on your face as you blink up at him.

"I didn't know what to do with these, I'm sorry..." Your voice is quiet, timid, weary of offending Keigo. He could be so _mean _ when you disappoint him.

"I'll help you, don't worry sweetheart." His voice is soft as he takes the material from your hands, it makes your shoulder relax, thankful for his unending patience with you.

Slowly, he winds the soft fabric around your body, tying it around your waist in a large bow. He leans back and admires you for a moment, rubbing his hand over his jaw as he contemplates his work.

"D-do I look ok?" You ask with a timid voice.

He sighs before using his knuckles to tilt your chin upwards.

"I told you, you look perfect, pay attention." His voice is firm, but not enough to set you on edge.

You fold your hands in your lap and nod quickly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." You mutter as your eyes flicker down.

He relaxes into the couch again, and you see him pat his thigh out of your peripheral vision. You quickly hop to your feet so you can crawl into his lap. You let him sling your legs over his strong thighs so he can cradle you against him, one arm looped around your waist while the other brushes some hair from your face.

"Listen to me, little bird." Now his voice is the tone that sets you on edge.

You perk up and look him in the eyes, waiting attentively for his next words.

"I have a very special friend coming over, I'm going to share you with him, as a Christmas present, ok?" He raises his fluffy blonde eyebrows, waiting for your reaction.

"Daddy... What does that mean?" Your hands wander up to the collar of his shirt.

"It means he's going to play with you the way I do, and you're going to be a good girl for him like you are for me." His words cast a spell on you, filling you to the brim with curiosity.

"Will I call him Daddy too?" You wonder, a little displeased with the idea of calling anyone but Keigo by that name.

"No, you'll call him 'Sir', I'm your Daddy, nobody else. Do you understand?" He reaches down to squeeze your thigh, a warning.

"Yes Daddy, I was just making sure, I'm sorry."

How could he be mad when you apologise so sweetly, so honestly?

He hums at you, proud of the sweet little darling you've become, all because of his hard work. He brings his hand up to his face, tapping his cheek with his pointer and middle finger.

You lean up and press a small kiss on the spot, batting your lashes at him when he smiles at your well trained response.

"He's going to be mean to you. Much meaner than me, but it's going to be ok. I'll be here after."

Ice settles in your gut, you want to ask him what will happen, you want to ask if it will hurt. Then there's a knock at the door and Keigo stiffens under you.

He grabs your jaw, eyes burning into you.

"Wait on your knees by the tree." His voice is so low, so serious.

You scramble off of his lap and scamper over to the Christmas tree, settling to your knees with your hands on top of your thighs. Just like he likes.

You want to tug at your clothes, fuss with your hair and adjust your legs, but you know better. He told you to wait, which means be still.

Keigo walks over to the door, casting one quick glance back at you to make sure you're situated as he directed. When he sees that you're in order, he nods once before opening the door.

The man standing on the other side is nothing short of terrifying. He's a mess of scars, staples, and wild black hair. Vibrant, blue eyes lock on your form immediately as Keigo welcomes him in.

He's got a few inches on Keigo height wise, but he's much thinner. He strides into your home lazily and silently, hands in the pockets of his billowy coat. You remember quickly how rude it is to stare, and direct your gaze to your lap as he draws closer.

"Well, you sure as hell weren't lyin' about her being pretty." His voice is like fine gravel, rolling out of his mouth in a low, menacing tone.

You watch their feet as they walk towards you until they stand on either side of you. His boots are thick and dirty, made of abused leather. They're a harsh contrast next to Keigo's shiney, clean dress shoes.

"Eyes up here." Keigo's voice washes over you, you obey immediately, looking up at him.

"Oh she listens." The friend sighs, shifting on his feet a little.

Keigo crosses his arms before speaking, you don't break eye contact with him for even a second, waiting for permission.

"Hey there, doll, name's Dabi." He sounds nice, playful even.

"Say hello to our guest, dove." With Keigo's consent, you turn to Dabi and offer him a sweet smile.

You whisper a soft "hi" to Dabi, captured in his turquoise eyes.

"So fucking sweet." He says, mostly to himself.

"Have a seat." Keigo says, almost shortly. You know he's not talking to you.

Dabi chuckles before waltzing over to the seat himself on the couch.

"So serious tonight, Birdie." He sighs as he reclines, his hungry eyes stay locked on your kneeling form.

Keigo walks around to the back of the couch, bracing his arms on the edge directly behind Dabi. Your chest clenches under the pressure of both of their greedy eyes, thumbs worrying at each other in your lap.

Dabi pats his lap just like Keigo did a few moments ago, a sick smile spreads across his marred face. You immediately look to Keigo, who nods shortly towards Dabi's lap.

"Come sit." He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You lift yourself to your feet and pad over to the stranger, timidly settling down onto his lap. He feels so _different, _so harsh and rough, nothing like the soft warmth of Keigo. He thumbs at the bow around your waist, snickering to himself when you jump as his hand skims over your skin.

"'Yes Daddy?' Do I get one of those?" Dabi asks as you situate yourself. He smells like smoke and alcohol, and something you can't quite identify, it's something strong and sharp, stinging your nostrils.

You shake your head when you hear Keigo breathe in sharply.

"Daddy said I can call you 'Sir'." You say quietly.

Your eyes wander over his scared hands, fixating on the staples that appear to hold the warped, purple flesh to the pale, healthy skin.

"Oh Keigo, you've out done yourself." Dabi's hand runs up the inside of your thigh, stopping when he feels you squeeze them together.

"Don't be nervous, doll, I'm gonna make you feel real good." His voice makes your insides ache, and not in the good way that Keigo's does.

You blink up at him, noticing how closely he's holding his wings to his body, how tense his shoulders are, how narrow his pupils have become.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Keigo asks reaching around his guest to grab your jaw.

"He's sc-scaring me a little." You squeak out.

This makes Dabi laugh low and dangerous, Keigo let's go of your jaw in favor of grabbing his friend by the hair on top of his head. He cranks Dabi's head back, earning a choked sound from the him. The hand on your thigh squeezes you firmly as he sneers up at Keigo.

"He's nothing to be scared of, sweet thing, he has to listen to me as much as you do. Ain't that right?" He leans down to Dabi, a challenging look flashing in his amber eyes.

"Of course, Birdie." Dabi relents with a venomous tone.

"Your Daddy would kill me if I hurt you, you've got nothin' to be scared of." Dabi flashes you a cheshire smile one Keigo releases his hair. It puts you at ease, watching Keigo exercise so much control over his intimidating friend.

"I'm sure he warned you that I can be a little mean, you'll like it though, I promise."

Before Dabi can speak again, Keigo's hand is around his throat, the action making you and Dabi freeze immediately.

"No marks on her, Dabi." His words are final, dripping with authority and power.

"Aw, come on, just one bite?" Dabi teases, licking his teeth like an animal.

Your blood freezes when you watch Keigo's grip tighten around Dabi's throat, astounded at his bravery. Dabi's smile fades, suddenly crumbling under Keigo's harsh gaze.

"You haven't even thanked me for your present, and you're already mouthing off. Sounds like somebody doesn't want to get their dick wet." Keigo says, biting off his words as he leans closer to Dabi's face.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm sorry." Dabi chokes out.

You're utterly shocked, nearly trembling as you watch Keigo work his magic, subduing even this monster of a man.

"Good boy." Keigo leans down and presses his lips to Dabi's, making your jaw drop.

It should make you jealous, it should make you insecure. But they're both so greedy with each other, so wreckless. It makes your skin run hot and your core ache. Your hips wiggle against Dabi's leg involuntarily, capturing his attention immediately.

He breaks from the kiss so he can look at you, florescent eyes raking down your body.

"This desperate little thing wants to have some fun, should we play with her some?" Dabi asks, looking up at Keigo expectantly.

Keigo looks at you with ravenous eyes, body poised as his wings flutter slightly.

"As long as you both listen, you can have all the fun you want." Keigo says calmly, standing up before rolling his shoulders back as he walks around the couch to stand before the both of you.

"Will you be good for me?" He asks.

"Yes Daddy." You and Dabi say it in unison, bodies tensing. You feel something twitch under your thighs, causing a heated blush to spread across your cheeks.

Keigo smiles, wide and brilliant. He cracks his knuckles slowly before reaching up to begin the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

"I love it when you're good for me." He says it to both of you, emitting all the confidence in the world as he strolls closer to your feverish bodies.

You're in for it and you know it, but you're buzzing with anticipation. Ready and willing to be the perfect little gift for your new friend.

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[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 14)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous SFW Chapter: Home Sweet Home

Previous Chapter NSFW!: The More You Know

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Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Extra Notes: This is my favorite chapter by far in this book, I've been wanting to drop this for weeks! I hope you enjoy reading. Part 2 of the story starts from here on until the end. Feel free to scream in the comments as usual XD

Chapter 14: Big White Lies

As the days passed by, the seasons changed. You started class in Spring. Summer has long passed and it is now the beginning of Winter. Noritoshi, as usual, was really busy so you didn’t see him as often. But you let it go.

You wanted to do something nice for him, so you had the idea to surprise Noritoshi. Having some cupcakes in a small bag and a fresh cup of coffee in your other hand, you were outside his door, hiding your presence and cursed energy to mask your identity.

As you raised your hand to knock on his door, you heard a second male voice.

"I'm glad to hear that you've been getting along with your soulmate son." His father's voice was heard over a speaker. Oh he was on call with his dad!

Yikes, not the best time to interrupt. It is impolite to listen into the conversation, but you were too excited to surprise him that you decided to wait for the call to end.

"Is Y/N really deeply in love with you? Make sure to not let her go. That will surely help our clan's reputation rise above with her skills being integrated into ours. She can definitely bear strong heirs for our clan. For centuries it was the Zenins that harnessed various types of jujutsu shi with strong techniques. It's time we continuously expanded ours as well. Starting with her." The Kamo clan head sternly ordered his son.

'Huh?'

"Yes of course father. Don't worry. She has already confessed her love to me so there's nothing to worry about. I'll do my best to make this clan proud and powerful. I definitely won’t let you down." Noritoshi replied.

The smile on your face slowly faded as your face turned to stone. Ah. Was that it?

Is that what you amounted to only? A tool for their use. A stepping stone for the Kamo clan to get stronger. You started to feel nauseous. Is this the so-called secret he didn’t want to tell you about…

You stood quietly as you continued eavesdropping.

"Excellent. Heh, looks like you can actually be a womaniser if you wanted to. Women are way too easy. As I told you before, give her sweet touches, use pet names, give her lots of encouragement and make promises here and there and they'll be by your side before you know it." His father snorted.

"Yes, I've taken your advice into consideration and did as you said." Noritoshi spoke firmly. Your heart was breaking with every word spoken.

"If you don't like her or how she looks, you can have several concubines and wives anyways. Have your pick. Remember Homura chan? Now she's a stunner. Didn’t you also say you found her cute?"

‘What on earth is this? Who is Homura? Why?’ Your hands start shaking badly, pulse thundering in your ears.

You felt light headed from the brutish words the Kamo clan head was saying, and silently retreated, not wanting to hear Noritoshi's response to his father. Keeping your presence and cursed energy hidden and as minuscule as possible while you walked back to your dorm room.

Because you had left you didn't hear the remainder of the conversation.

"Father, I respect that the older clan heads had several wives and concubines. And I’ve told you time and time again that I’m not interested in Homura san. But I've decided to be loyal to my one true soulmate. I think I am falling in love with her as well, and can't bear to see her hurt. I won't be taking in any concubines." Noritoshi politely replied.

It was the first time he had spoken about his true feelings out loud and he felt vulnerable. He braced himself for any harsh words from his father but none came.

His father only raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. The fact is, even if she doesn't give birth to an heir with the inherited Blood Manipulation, she is more than enough of an additional asset to our clan. And it ties us together with the Abe/Tsuchimikado clan as you know."

Clan politics. Noritoshi is getting more and more sick of it every day, but he just silently nodded. As long as he has you and his mother by his side, nothing else matters. "Yes I understand father."

Noritoshi hated talking about his family with you, because of this exact reason. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by this side of their family and get pulled into their family problems. The worst thing would be for you to have a terrible first impression of the Kamo clan.

He understood that you already had a lot on your plate as your missions grew harder and harder. You were often assigned to grade 1 missions alone already. The worst case was for you to get roped into doing messy tasks to please the clan elders.

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You paced around your room, staring at the cupcakes and coffee on your desk. They were getting cold.

Cold. That's how you felt inside and out. You had to confront him. Or else your relationship will just drag you down. You definitely didn't want him to have any concubines. Didn’t want to have a partner who didn’t love you after all.

You were so lost in your emotions that you didn’t realize you were jumping to several conclusions on your own without considering Noritoshi's feelings for you properly.

'But it was starting to make sense' Your mind was screaming at yourself. 'He never explicitly confessed his feelings. He does indeed give me mixed signals from time to time. He shuts me out of private matters to him. He could be using me.’

The one question that was breaking you apart now is: "Was everything a lie? How much of his actions were sincere? He could lie about anything. To get power, that's something the big 3 clans are capable of doing. Satoru told me of some of the horrors already…"

The doubt and feelings of betrayal piled up, until you came to one conclusion: You’ve had enough.

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The next day, you suppressed all your emotions and distracted yourself. You tried your best to act normal around Noritoshi, smiling brightly at him.

It wasn't too effective. Everytime he called you his angel, instead of the delight you usually feel, you felt hurt thinking he was forcing himself to do this.

This can't go on forever. And eventually Noritoshi could start to feel the pain in your heart on his end as well. He hurried to you one afternoon after class, dragging you out to the plum tree away from the buildings.

You looked up at Noritoshi. As handsome as ever. Gentle and concerned (lies), with a strong hand reaching to cup your face (lies lies), speaking so carefully, "My angel, how are you? Why are you troubled? Have I done something to offend you?" (Lies, it was all lies).

He must be lying. Must have been since day 1. The way your brain just jumped to the most terrible scenarios in which he never liked you. There's no other reason. Your breathing quickened.

Both of you were still in the first stage of the soulmate bonding; therefore, you couldn’t share all emotions yet. Just urgent and strong random flashes of it, especially negative emotions. This is why both of you weren’t able to feel the love the other has through the bond yet.

You stopped smiling.

"I overheard your conversation with your father. I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I had a present for you that I wanted to give you yesterday, so I waited outside your room. But that doesn't really matter anymore." You said, cooly shrugging off the hand on your face.

He stiffened, whole body tensing. 'No it was going so well with you, this can't be happening.' He thought to himself.

"Y/n I can explain-"

"Did you even feel anything for me? Besides our red string of Fate appearing?"

The marks on your wrists flowed in warning, searing hot pain flashed across both of you. But you ignored it. The devil on your shoulder pushing you to break things with him.

"Tell me the words you and your father spoke about yesterday were a lie." You begged him.

He couldn't say it was, because the conversation yesterday was only filled with truths. He was so confused, so he stayed silent.

You laughed at him without any real meaning or humor. The light had gone out of your eyes. Noritoshi felt himself shiver at the sound of it.

"So it was all true. Did you like me for me? Or because I'm your so-called soulmate whom you forced yourself to “love”- pshhh not even love, probably to tolerate, for the sake of power?"

Noritoshi’s head felt unfocused and his palms were sweating.

“I’m just a fucking game to you huh Kamo?!” You were freely crying now. He winced at the use of his family name.

Noritoshi found that he couldn’t breathe properly, much less reply to you. He had never seen you like this. What’s worse is your intense fear, sorrow, and disgust towards him was radiating so strongly through your bond.

“No you’re not.” He could hardly get the words out with how hard he’s breathing. It actually felt like the red strings were tying themselves around his neck. You scoffed at him unbelievingly.

He trembled as he lifted both hands to cup your face, but you stepped out of his reach. His hands dropped.

"You liar. I don't want this. If you just want to use me for my body, and to use me for your gain and for your family's benefit only to toss me aside for other women, then I don't want it." You spoke hoarsely. Your entire body was stiff, hands cold and voice quivering.

Your bond was hanging by a thread. The emotions of pain and betrayal bleeding over and muddling the delicate bond.

"I'm out. Go find some other bitch to breed for your sake of your precious heirs. I don't care if we are a fated pair. If you don't wanna put even an ounce of trust and honesty into our relationship then just fuck off." You turned around and walked away.

"Wait, no I-" Noritoshi gasped out as he snapped out of his shock, but you didn't turn back. You walked faster trying to ignore the voice you loved hearing so much.

Even if it hurts to break apart from him now, it is better than to have your heart broken again and again by staying with him.

"Y/n I do care about you. I do think of you everyday. You’re not a game to me. Didn't you hear what I said yesterday?" He called out desperately, stepping forward.

You ignored him, digging your nails into the palms of your hands at the pain from your soulbond falling apart. 'I won't be fooled any longer'.

Your bond was screaming at you to turn around and believe him. To believe that everything you've felt with him these past few weeks were real. That he truly loved you.

"Listen to me!" Noritoshi cried out.

You halted in your tracks. "I'm nothing to you. If you want to have other women as your concubines, go ahead. I know you can pick up as many women as you want with your standing. You clearly don’t need me. So I don't need you." Your last 4 words are a harsh slap to his face.

Snap. And your bond was left barely hanging with the smallest red thread that stubbornly refused to let go. But the damage was done. He couldn't feel your emotions anymore as his head filled with white noise.

Panic overcame Noritoshi like never before. This wasn’t like his normal self. He didn’t let himself think about anything else, but to run and pull you back in his arms.

Until he was physically stopped by an invisible barrier. Your solid air barrier that blocks all sound and forms of matter on the other side, keeping him away from you.

“No, no, no, no. Y/n Come back! I’m sorry! Speak to me!” He cried, furiously pounding at the invisible wall between the both of you. But you couldn’t hear him, much less know how he is feeling. After all, you’ve ended it with him already.

After you left, he remained rooted to his spot. His forehead leaning against the barrier, tears streaming down his face, as he stared at the place where he saw your figure disappear. It wasn't long ago that he had just fallen in love with you.

Your warmth, your laughter, the touches you give to him. Now everything felt so cold. "But I need you." He whispered out, sounding so broken.

The last few wilted leaves of the plum tree fell, leaving it bare to the cold winter. He remembered the words in the soulmate records of the Gojo Clan. “A soulbond can be rejected.”

Maybe he should have told you everything from the beginning and not hold back any secrets. He was terrified that your opinion of him would change, if you found out about his background and his mother. So he wanted to slowly ease you into the Kamo clan.

This was the worst.

As the sky grew dark, he went back into his room and for the first time, didn't bother studying. Just went straight to sleep.

What he wouldn't give to feel anything from your end. Even if it was anger or hatred, it would be better than this empty feeling.

Author's Notes: This chapter was the first chapter I've written before all others and is how Blood Bound came to be. You could say this is the core of the story, since it's the origin. Just had an angsty afternoon one day and chose violence🥰🤧

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk fanfiction #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi x o/c #noritoshi x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x o/c #jjk x you #angst #fluff #blood bound #jjk angst #blackened bond

[dontmindmyshadowhunting]

Am I forgotten ? (KitTy Fan Fic)

KitTy fan fic based on Kit and Ty’s flower cards (art by Cassandra Jean), to celebrate the release of Ty’s latest flower card. I alternate between Kit and Ty’s POV.

If you prefer reading it on AO3 or if you have missed the previous chapters, Link is here. AO3 Link - Am I forgotten? 

Following Chapter is Chapter 5 - Blinded by the Sun

*****

Tiberius had never understood the concept of nightclubs. Of sharing loud music, like cacophony in his ears. Of sharing breath and body odors in the same crowded space. Of physical contact with mere strangers. No matter how large the room, he felt like he was trapped. Like he couldn’t breathe. Like all his senses were challenged, driven to the brink of explosion.

Tiberius clutched his pendant, his fingers reflexively stroking the heron shape in a soothing gesture he had made a habit of whenever he was confronted with stressful situations such as this one.

He had been in such a hurry that he had left the Institute without his headphones. This had been a terrible mistake. And Ty did not make mistakes. His mind never faltered, never betrayed him. Except, this was not entirely true. It only took one look into a pair of blue eyes for his mind to come tumbling down like a house of cards, as if hit by a storm, leaving a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts.

He wasn’t going to be able to go through with it. He had to get out of here, and come back in through a back door. Not the best plan if you tried to remain inconspicuous. But this was a matter of life and death. He couldn’t stay one minute longer in this noisy, giant tin can.

He was moving towards the general direction of the exit, trying to find a clear path through the throng of strangers, when a hand gripped his shoulder. He fought the urge to take the hand off. Literally. To cut it off.

“Not so fast, Dark and Brooding” said a girly voice. Tiberius turned to look at his assailant. He could see under the glamour that she was a blue-haired Faerie. He knew enough about Faeries to know which kind. A mermaid.

“Oh my, but you are gorgeous,” she said, her eyes widening, before zeroing in on the Runes partially visible under his shirt. “I have always wanted to do it with a Shadowhunter… and you, my dear, appear to be one of their finest specimens.”

“Sorry, not interested,” Ty answered in a clipped tone. Although his gaze was directed at her collarbone, his posture must have sent a warning, because she withdrew her hand as if she had been burnt. 

He was about to move past her, doing his best to avoid physical contact, when he caught the change of expression in her face. She looked stunned, as if she had just seen the sun rising in the dark windowless room, her lips parting in awe. But she was not looking at him. Her gaze was directed at something - someone? - behind his left shoulder. Ty tensed and spun.

Kit was standing there, a grin showing white perfect teeth plastered on his face, his blond hair elegantly tousled as if he had just gotten out of bed looking like other people did after three hours at the hairdressing salon.

Actually, he looked like the Angel himself had decided to shrink to human size to walk upon the earth for one single night of debauchery. His thin white shirt did nothing to hide his muscular torso, and the broadness of his shoulders was barely concealed under a tanned leather jacket. He looked as if he owned the place. As if he could snap his fingers and get anyone to do his bidding. As if he knew he could but did not care. He looked dangerous.

And he was all Ty could see, as if he - not unlike the Faerie - had been blinded by the sun. There was only him. It was as if the crowd had vanished, as if the music had been turned off. 

Except, Ty’s heart had started playing staccato inside his chest.

****

It had not been difficult to find Ty among the crowd. Not only was he one of the tallest figures in the room, he stood out. Even as packed with Downworlders as this club was. It was as if a fairy tale character had lost his way in the modern world. Kit almost expected Sleeping Beauty or Snow White to come strolling around in the room, looking for him. The artificial lights gave his pale white skin an eerie glow, making him look even more surreal. 

As soon as Kit saw him across the room, he fought the urge to fight his way through to get to him as fast as he could. Even from a distance, he could see from Ty’s stance that he was in pain.  

Upon seeing him, Ty’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t acknowledge him otherwise. He seemed to be in a state of shock. Well, you weren’t expecting me, were you?

“Sorry, I am late,” Kit said, resting his hand casually on Ty’s shoulder. Ty leaned into his touch and relaxed infinitesimally. “Difficult to find a cab in Manhattan these days.” 

The Faerie who had appeared to be talking to Ty was joined by two of her friends and the three of them were giggling and staring at Kit, as if he were a movie star who had just shown up at the club after his Premiere. Good. Focus on me. Ty doesn’t want that kind of attention.

“Evening, ladies,” he said in his most pleasant voice. “Have you been enjoying yourselves so far?”

One of the Faeries batted her eyelashes at him. “It has just turned into a very interesting evening.”

“Happy to be of service,” Kit said. He executed what he hoped was an elegant bow. It must have been, seeing how his fangirls had turned hysterical. Well, he had learnt from the best.

He mouthed a silence thanks to Jem, then turned to Ty, whispering urgently in his ear. “So, who are we planning to kill tonight?”

“Not kill. Interrogate. A Faerie. I will recognize him as soon as I see him. Two, maybe three bodyguards.” Ty jerked his head towards the far end of the room. “He will probably be spending most of the evening in one of the private rooms in the VIP section.”

Kit’s mind was racing. All his training had led to this moment. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, and he was beginning to sense the thrill of the fight. Now was his chance to show Ty just how much he had changed from the harmless mundane to the skilled Shadowhunter. But first things first. He needed a plan.

He turned to the puzzled faces of the three Faeries who hadn’t moved from their position during his whispered exchange with Ty.

“Apologies, fair ones,” Kit said. “We’d love to stay and chat but my friend and I had a long night. We are heading home. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He pulled Ty away from the Faeries’ disappointed faces, to a more secluded corner of the club, with a direct view of the double doors leading to the private section of the club. He started racking his brain for a plan.

“Should we use the ladies as bait?” He asked after a moment. “We could go back and find them. We would make sure, of course, that no harm comes to them.”

Ty shot him a puzzled look before realization dawned on him.

“No,” he replied. “ From what I hear, he has a preference for….” He cleared his throat. “Men.” 

Kit paused to consider this new information. As he did, he noticed that Ty was searching his face, his eyes moving restlessly, as if he was looking for something there. What are you looking for, Ty?

“Ty,” Kit said after a moment. “Do you remember when Mark had to pretend he was in a relationship with Kieran? Do you think you could play the part of... my boyfriend tonight?” 

He hoped Ty hadn’t noticed the way his voice had risen to a high pitch when he uttered the word “boyfriend”.

Kit understood his mistake a second too late. Ty stiffened and a wave of pure panic crossed his delicate features. His hands were shaking as he grasped the heron-shaped pendant tied around his neck. My gift to him, Kit realized with a jolt. Trusting his instincts, Kit caught Ty in his arms, squeezing hard, and started stroking his shoulders, his back, applying as much pressure as he could. Ty heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed under Kit’s touch, nuzzling his face against Kit’s neck. Kit was able to breathe easily again. He had made the right call.

“Ty- Ty, I am sorry,” he said. “It was just an idea I had. A stupid idea. I will come up with another plan.”

“No, Kit,” Ty said in a quavering voice, muffled against Kit’s shoulder. “I want to help you. Except that… I don’t know how... How to act. How to play a part. I wouldn’t know what to do. Tell me what I need to do.”

“Nothing, Ty. I am not asking you to do anything. I will do the talking. You just need to… come along. I just wanted to warn you in case I touched you in… inappropriate ways.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s alright,” Ty said, in a clearer voice. “You didn’t have to ask. You can touch me anywhere you want to. I don’t mind if it’s you.” I don’t mind if it’s you. Butterflies were fluttering inside Kit’s chest and around his stomach.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Ty. I’ve got you...” 

It was Kit’s own way of speaking the words he couldn’t say. I love you, Ty. I love you.

Too soon, he released Ty from his embrace, took his hand and, together, they moved towards the far end of the room.

*****

Tagging @arangiajoan @nenyx @naerysthelonesome​ @adoravel-fenomeno @unorganisedbookshelf @blindbandit1515 @whyhastgodfarsakenme @noah-herondale-lightwood @georgiaherondale @nicotheangel17 @joonjxne @that-dreamer-girl-m @mariiaarranz @writeforjordelia @shadowfae1878 @majollica-blog @mferraz ​@darkkitai @justanothermultifandomgirl @kitty-appreciation-week @gabtapia

and anyone who wants of course

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[frogtanii]

🔮 👋👁️💧👄💧👁️

👏i👏was👏happy👏30👏minutes👏ago👏

NEVER HAVE I EVER WANTED TO STAB A WOMAN IN THE THROAT AS MUCH AS I WANT TO STAB MEIKO RIGHT NOW-

im glad that osamu has his head out of his ass already, and his redemption arc has started, but at this point, idk if i can accept iwaizumi, dachi and osamu as routes in the story anymore 😭

(or maybe any route but atsumu's for that matter- congrats j, you have convrted me into an atsumu simp-)

what i interpret from the happenings between the miya twins is that atsumu, in addition to being the 'angel' in the story, in a sense (as ive read from other anons' analysis), he didnt want to choose between y/n or his brother, he just wanted his brother back. he wanted what they had before the woman drove the wedge between them. and he was willing to forgive and wait for him to not just try to be better, but to work at being better.

osamu, on the other hand, let meiko corrupt atsumu's good image in osamu's mind and in whatever daze he was in, blindly following meiko for whatever validation he achieved from her, osamu let go and forgot about the trust and bond he shared with atsumu, his brother. as a result, he lost his brother in the temporary bliss he found with meiko. osamu really needed to hear atsumu's reminder that he loved him, (aaaaand that he loved his best friend too, and no way in hell was he gonna choose between them,) and that little reassurance that he can still run back to his brother after that whole fiasco. lord knows the last time the brothers had a heart to heart.

am sorry if this is repetitive to what others have already said ajdbjsnsj or if it doesnt make sense, my brain is slowly shutting down-

on other notes, LORD SAVE YAICHI GIVE HER PATIENCE AHAHAHAHAH. atsumu is such 🥰 a 🥰 simp 🥰 (highkey, same though-), and hopefully suna and osamu can eventually discuss their feelings, their friendship might never be the same again, and the wounds will take time to heal, but hopefully they can work it through.

for the headcanon portion of my ask, i wanna put out an idea for a route that i though of while typing this out-

•y/n deciding not to date any of the boys following pf and deciding to take a vacation with the money she saved up, and taking a "journey to self-discovery" thing,because upon her contract ending, she never felt so free and she wanted to embrace the feeling as much as possible without having to look at her s/o's face and being reminded of the difficulty she endured as an influencer of sorts in the hyper house. 😌

if my math is correct, it might be around early evening when you reply to asks next, so I HOPE YOU HAD ENOUGH HYDRATION TODAY MAAM 🤨, enjoy you next meal! you need sum nutrients 😌, AND PLEASE GET ENOUGH SLEEP its very good for the self 😌.

LOVE YOU BESTIE! YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE!

💪👁️👄👁️ sending baddie vibes!

p.s. im sure that we, your readers would love it if you branched out and grew as a writer! if you do make a mha story, i gotta brace myself for how you'll portray the characters and make me question everything i know and feel about the character HAHAHAHAH (deadass though, with your writing, you can make me loathe or love a character i didnt loathe or love before-)

but at the end of the day, its your blog, and your decision, just know that there are people rooting for you! 💘

AHAHHA I LOVE THIS !!!!! n ur analysis of samu n tsumu is lovely kith kith kith && the route idea???? gorgeous hehe >:3 && ahaha i shall see abt the mha route ty for ur support <33

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #crystal ball anon

[senorarelojes]

Fic: But Not Tonight (5/?)

Summary: Dave asks his best friend Alan to go to the prom with him. Pairing: Dave/Alan Notes: One of the silly little things I wrote for @pinksyndication @what-could-have-been @songsofgayanddevotion @rvphinas-blog!

Notes: Just a warning that future parts may contain underage smut! Also, click here if you want some idea what Alan is wearing. Part 1: here. Part 2: here. Part 3: here. Part 4: here.

. Dave has fifteen minutes to walk over to Alan’s house before Fletch and Martin come by with the limo. Well, thirteen minutes, technically, but Dave still ends up checking his reflection in Sue’s full-length mirror a grand total of eight times before Sue scolds him for fussing needlessly over his appearance. “It’s Alan”, she reminds him, straightening his tie which he’d deliberately tilted to the right. “He’s seen you in your sorriest state and he hasn’t run away yet. Why would he do so now, hmm?”

Dave can’t quite conjure up an answer for that, too nervous to think logically. His hands feel like he’s dipped them in ice, and sweat keeps beading on his forehead and temples. “How do I look?” he asks desperately, for the millionth time.

Instead of rolling her eyes, Sue just gives him a little smile. “He’s going to love you,” she says gently. “If he doesn’t already.”

Dave blinks a little too quickly, swiping a hand across his eyes before he hugs his sister tight. Sue squeezes back before she begins shoving him out of her room. “You better hurry, you’ve eleven minutes left,” she yells as he thunders down the stairs. “Don’t forget the corsage!”

It’s a warm summer night, so Dave ends up loosening his tie as he crosses the two streets to Alan’s house. He walks quickly, holding the corsage box with both hands and great care. The corsage is almost identical to the red rose he offered Alan when he asked him to the prom, and he’s thankful for his mum’s discount at the flower shop where she works. 

His heart starts beating faster as he turns round the corner, Alan’s home coming into sight. It’s a palace, compared to the grubby corner terrace he shares with his mum, Sue and the twins, but the Wilders have always welcomed Dave like one of their own, despite his much humbler background.

Dave checks his phone. Shit, Fletch and Martin would be along any minute with the limo. Running the last few steps to Alan’s house, Dave hesitates only once before knocking rapidly on the door. 

This time, it is Mr Wilder who opens the door, huffing on his pipe. “Oh, hello Dave,” he says, smiling kindly. “Very smart blazer, you look ready for the dance. Come in, come in.”

“Thanks very much, sir.” Dave is still a little cautious with Alan’s father, who is a bit quiet and old-fashioned. But the way he pats Dave’s shoulder in approval seems to be a good sign, so Dave figures it’s safer to keep quiet in case he makes some stupid inappropriate joke about getting Alan pregnant.

Mr Wilder calls up the stairs: “Charlie, Dave’s here!”

Alan shouts back that he’ll be right down, so Dave paces near the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Alan to come down. His hands are starting to get cold again. Luckily, Mr Wilder seems to have disappeared into the kitchen so Dave is left alone to wallow in his nerves.

He doesn’t have to wallow for long. Once he hears footsteps clattering down the stairs, his head whips up immediately, his lungs instantly robbed of breath.

Alan is almost entirely dressed in black; he has the exact same blazer from Topman but it’s in Deep Midnight instead of Ivory White, thrown over a plain black shirt and neatly pressed trousers. The only pop of colour comes from the red rose Dave had given him five days ago, carefully preserved and pinned to the lapel of his jacket. He’s smiling at Dave, his eyes more grey than blue in the warm glow of the Wilder home’s chandelier, his hair neatly swept back in a quiff.

He looks utterly suave and gorgeous and heartrendingly beautiful, yet so achingly familiar that Dave’s heart hurts in his chest. He feels hypoxic, like Alan holds the key to all the air in his lungs.

“You alright?” Alan’s smile starts to waver a bit out of concern. “You look like you’re going to faint.”

“I--” Dave licks his lips, his throat dry as sandpaper. Instead he blinks down at the corsage, and Alan’s smile returns to full brightness when he sees it.

“Oh, we match in more ways than one.” Alan gestures towards the rose on his lapel. To Dave’s surprise, Alan starts removing it, but only so he can pin it on Dave’s jacket now. Then Alan hikes up his sleeve, exposing his delicate, bony wrist and his elegant pianist’s fingers. He clears his throat meaningfully, arching an eyebrow at Dave who is still gawking at him.

“Fuck, sorry.” Dave quickly takes the corsage out of the box, sliding it onto Alan’s wrist and tying it carefully. It’s a good thing that Alan’s one of those blokes secure enough in his masculinity to hardly bother about wearing a flowery corsage. It’s one of the many things Dave loves about him.

Alan examines it with a warm smile. “Your mum’s shop?”

Dave’s still drinking in the sight of Alan, dizzy with how lucky he feels. “Erm, yeah, I think.”

Alan’s smile curls upward into a smirk. The bastard is most definitely aware of the effect he’s having on Dave.

Thankfully, Alan’s parents choose this opportune moment to emerge from the kitchen. “Don’t come home too late, boys,” Mrs Wilder reminds them. “Have a good time!”

There’s the sounds of a blaring car horn outside the house, signaling the arrival of the limo. They kiss Alan’s mother goodbye, and when they’re shaking hands, Mr Wilder’s grip is a bit too firm, possibly as a reminder that they have to behave just as if this were any other date. By the time they step out of the house, Dave is a little light-headed and shell-shocked, unable to believe that this is really happening.

“Hey.” Alan’s right beside him, loosely curling his fingers around Dave’s. “I’m really glad you asked me.”

And just like that, Dave’s nerves and anxiety evaporate into the shimmery night air. He’s right here, with his best friend and the love of his life, and they’re going to prom together. He wouldn’t want it any other way. “Me too,” Dave confesses, as Alan’s smile widens. “I’m glad it’s you.”

Fletch’s spiky red head sticks out of the sun roof. “About bloody time!” he yells. “You ready for prom, lads?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time,” Alan says with a laugh, and somehow Dave gets the feeling he’s not just talking about the prom.

#dalan #fanfic #but not tonight

[lorei-writes]

Hello, friends! 

It seems that each time I say something obvious I needed to hear, there is at least one person who wanted to be told this too. So let me get personal again, and you know. Talk about some mildly human stuff, nevertheless - fandom related.

Summary: Lorei saying “ I’m just trying to say fandom is not a chore. It is casual thing I do for fun. It doesn’t need to be perfectly mapped out and planned out, it doesn’t need to have its efficiency maximized, there is no need for any optimal growth or development. It is okay to engage with canon, transform it, put it out, that it is okay to come back to it whenever, that there are no obligations tying anybody down to anything. That’s it. At least in my eyes. “ and going in a bit of detail on what went through her head in the past few weeks.

You know... I really screwed up a couple weeks ago ^^” It also aligned with some real-life events that weren’t exactly pleasant, and oh well, there I was, completely numb to anything. But, fandom.

So, a few week ago I was considering leaving the fandom behind ^^” As you can see, though, I’m still here and to be honest, I don’t plan on going anywhere in the near future. I guess... I guess I kinda wanted to talk about the things which almost led to it? Although admittedly, I’m struggling with words right now.

So. I’m a very anxious person, to the point where sometimes it is hard to decide where anxiety starts and my actual desires and thoughts end. Although I presume it’s natural it’s a rather seamless transition, considering that it’s also a thought inside of my head - nevertheless, my point is, I sometimes slip. Sometimes I let ideas in my mind escalate too much, to the point when they’re harmful to me... But then, it is on me not to do that. It’s not about guilt or who caused what (as well, I did), only about few thoughts I had and what I decided to do about it. But it’s vague, so let’s get down to more concrete things. It’s a bit of a call out for myself too. Also, this is strictly about myself. Everybody can feel differently and it doesn’t make their outlook on it any less valid.

I want to grow this blog.

This is - in my opinion - a perfectly reasonable thing to desire. I suppose most of us want to be seen, for their work to be appreciated and such - and honestly, it’s always a blast to read comments under your own work and see that hey, somebody else really did enjoy it!

But my anxieties took it too far. They exchanged “want” to “must”, and although at the beginning it made little difference, with time it gradually became draining. It got the the point where I would queue up something I wrote, forget about it, move to writing something else, and then feel hardly anything, no matter what reactions it got. The act of writing itself remained pleasurable, sure, it wasn’t completely soulless work... But then there was this air of detachment from everyone. I felt that although I technically was on this blog, it was also as if I kinda disappeared. I felt mechanical - and I do not like anything about this.

I want to be up to date with the game.

Similarly to the above, “want” got exchanged to “must”, thus adding pressure somewhere where it doesn’t belong. 

I don’t enjoy some characters, and even despite that I wrote them initially. I stopped doing that and then thought hey, I must be good now... But then, I acted as if I had to be curious about everything, even if I was not. We live under a constant stream of content and... To feel that you must do something you enjoy slowly begins to turn it into a chore, at least for me.

I want to share this thing I like with others so much!

This ended up being twisted in a bit of a different way, straight to “I want to make others happy” and then to “I must make others happy”.

I was subjected to emotional abuse as a child. I am guilty of people pleasing. I am aware of it and thought I was doing well - because, all the things you requested, all the things I offered, I really, really do want to write them. I enjoy those ideas, and I hope it will not discourage you from dropping by to share them. It’s one of the best things, really. I made it a point to teach myself to refuse requests I do not like, as hard as it was - and I practise it. 

The only thing is. I forgot to make time for myself in it. For the stupid self-indulgent things that just sorta bounce around inside of my skull. 

Anxieties are vile. At one point, I legitimately wondered whether an idea is worth being written out, simply because “what if nobody else enjoys it”, or “what if somebody disagrees” - or “no, I should wait with event XYZ up until a milestone, it can’t be done any different way”. Stupid! Completely irrational! 

So. Where am I going with this all... Ah, yes. 

I’m not leaving, but I don’t want this to stay this way either. Honestly, you probably won’t see any dramatic changes. It’s more so in my attitude, anyways. 

I’m just trying to say fandom is not a chore. It is casual thing I do for fun. It doesn’t need to be perfectly mapped out and planned out, it doesn’t need to have its efficiency maximized, there is no need for any optimal growth or development. It is okay to engage with canon, transform it, put it out, that it is okay to come back to it whenever, that there are no obligations tying anybody down to anything. That’s it. At least in my eyes. 

I will be still accepting requests. Honestly, as I’ve said - it’s more so in my attitude. I plan to quit doing milestone events... In exchange for casual events, when the inspiration strikes. Who cares how many of you are here? If you are here, you are here, each day is good enough. I plan to stop looking at my followers count. At reblogs-to-likes ratio (although I was yet to feel wronged in any way by it). At whether I posted something and whether the reblog wave I want to do will bury it down on my page. Because honestly, what is there to care about? I plan to, perhaps... Write a couple things I was thinking about. 

Sorry for getting too in my head about, well, all the wrong things, honestly. Although perhaps - sorry to myself. I took a step back. I’m enjoying those things again.

So, perhaps, let’s chat again when an opportunity arises? I honestly hate detaching myself from the things I do, at least this way.

Keep warm, 

Lorei

#personal #update #and now IMMA RUN BECAUSE VACCINATION TIME IS NEAR FUCK