#‘it’s so mean to tell me you don’t like me and don’t like spending time with me!’ well no1 you’re mean no2 every time I open up this happens

[fefern]

How about some jealous headcannons for jiyan, calcaro and scar? Do they even get jealous at all? I just think about how I would flirt with them all, Rover is stronger than me. Anyway, have a lovely day ❣️

✧˖° when they're jealous. | jiyan, calcharo, and scar headcanons.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ synopsis: jealousy, jealousy...or whatever that oliva rodrigo song is. what's it like when these wuwa men are feeling a bit jealous?

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ characters involved (separate): jiyan, calcharo, scar, and gender neutral reader.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ warnings: none!

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ notes: hi sweet anon!! thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy these jealousy hcs, i hope i did you justice since i'm not a very jealous person myself > <;;!! requests are open, and all nsfw asks can be sent to @jiayouqi!

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ jiyan ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

the general of the midnight rangers is a pretty tough guy; he understands that you’re a sight for sore eyes, so of course people are going to look at you. 

i don’t imagine him getting very jealous, he knows that you can handle your own and trusts that you wouldn’t flirt back with any of the people that try to hit on you.

but, if someone’s flirting with you for longer than a few minutes, or you’re looking uncomfortable, he’s quick to stir into action.

after all, you’re his partner, no one gets to flirt with or dote on you except him. 

will smoothly slip a hand around your waist, give a quick glance at whoever’s hitting on you, and usually one look is enough to drive anyone away since he’s in a position of power in jinzhou. 

if for some reason they’re stupid enough to fight back on him, that’s when he’s quick to snap back, mentioning how you’re his beloved and to back off. 

jiyan will always turn to you and ask if you’re okay after anyone flirts with you, wanting to make sure you’re not uncomfortable.

he’s kind of like a dragon in that sense, guarding his lovely treasure with a level of protectiveness. 

he sometimes gets jealous also when you’re gone for long period of time or vice versa, because he loves spending quality time with you and being unable to do so makes him jealous of those who can spend more time with you.

after he’s done being jealous, the feelings subside quickly and he quietly will hold your hand for a while, as if to let people know to back off. 

overall jealousy score: 4/10, not easy to stir to jealousy but will be protective and stand up for you if you need him to. knows you can handle your own and that you’re strong enough to deal with the situation. 

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ scar ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

very vocal about when he’s jealous, the opposite of jiyan.

“BABEEEEE come on pay attention to me please please please,” puppy vibes

he loves having your attention, so when you’re getting flirted with or your attention is elsewhere, he gets very pouty very fast. 

you’re meant to only have eyes on him! how can you be talking to someone else?

“love why were you talking with them and not me? :c” “scar that was a child-”

if someone has the guts to flirt with you while he’s around, he’s there in a flash and stands behind you protectively like a bodyguard. 

very confrontational. he’ll tell them that you’re taken and that you have the best boyfriend in the world so he suggests they piss off. 

will not hesitate to get physical and fight someone if it means protecting you and getting someone to lay off the flirting.

the only way his jealousy will subside is if you give him the attention he wants or tell him to stop getting upset before anything escalates.  

he’ll immediately comply, even if he’s resistant or grumbling about it. 

scar just wants to make sure no one else makes a move on his beloved, and even the simple idea of someone taking you away is enough to make him see red. 

gets clingy when he’s jealous too, always wants to reassure himself that you’re his and his for life. 

overall jealousy score: 10/10, it doesn’t take much to rile him up, and he gets very snappy when anyone even dares to look in your direction. you’re his and his only. some kisses and sweet words of affirmation will calm him down fast though.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ calcharo ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

in the middle of the pack when it comes to being jealous. 

the main reason he gets jealous is because of possessiveness, but he’s almost never vocal about it. a silent guardian of you. 

he can control his temper well, but his whole aura changes when someone even gets close to you, and it’s enough for most people to turn away from even flirting with you.

however, one touch from someone other than him and he’s ticked.

quickly grabs their wrist with a strong grip and gives them a deadly look. 

“leave.”

his voice is deep and drips of venom, and if looks could kill, they’d be dead in an instant.

afterwards, he silently will just give you a nod and the two of you will go back to whatever you were doing. 

he gets on the defensive though after someone flirts with you once during an outing, and he’s almost hyper aware of everything going on around him now. 

is also the type of person where, if someone’s persistent with their flirting with you, or if you tell him that you’re uncomfortable with the other person, he’ll simply nod his head in acknowledgement. 

the next day, they’re either dead or seriously injured, and it’s the talk of the town; you know he was the cause of it. 

he won’t mention anything about it unless you say something, and if you do, he’ll huff. 

“no one makes my lover uncomfortable.” 

overall jealousy score: 7/10, not very vocal about it and is level headed, but if someone dares to try and flirt with you, he’ll turn the scene dark fast.

#wuwa #wuthering waves #wuwa headcanons #wuthering waves headcanons #jiyan #calcharo #scar #wuwa jiyan #wuwa calcharo #wuwa scar #wuthering waves x reader #wuthering waves jiyan #wuthering waves calcharo #wuthering waves scar #wuthering waves jiyan x reader #wuthering waves calcharo x reader #wuthering waves scar x reader #wuthering waves jiyan headcanons #wuthering waves calcharo headcanons #wuthering waves scar headcanons #jiyan x reader #calcharo x reader #scar x reader #wuwa scar x reader #wuwa jiyan x reader #wuwa calcharo x reader

[stars444hearts]

big reputation || 2

caitlin clark x actress! reader masterlist - prev - next warnings: none

caitlin_clark22

Liked by kate_martin03, yn_ln, and 820,508 others

caitlin_clark22 by the grace of whatever’s up there 🙏🙏🙏 Tagged: kate_martin03

View Comments

kate_martin03 caption’s tuff →caitlin_clark22 enough. 

user1 WAIT IS IT A NOD TO Y/N’S TWEET →user2 its def not they don’t even know each other →user3 NO Y/N LIKED THE POST

—

Y/n smiled as she read through Caitlin’s comments. After the eye-opening conversation she had with Kate last night, Y/n had become more open to the idea. 

She also thought the caption was cute. 

Y/n groaned as her stomach grumbled. She placed her phone on her bed, stood up, cracked her spine, and walked into her kitchen. 

Y/n decided to make something easy, then sit on her couch and binge-watch crappy reality tv. This was her first week off in months and she would spend it rotting in her living room like every normal 21-year-old. 

Y/n couldn’t tell you the number of below-deck episodes she had binge-watched, but by the time she finished, the sun was down and the crickets were chirping. She begrudgingly stalked back to her bedroom, changing into her pajamas and throwing herself down on her bed. 

She picked up her phone, only to drop it a second later in shock. 

[yn_ln]  Caitlin Clark                            4h ago sent you a message

—

Caitlin, on the other hand, was freaking out. She had never even spoken to Y/n before, but Kate had convinced her to DM her. 

Caitlin probably typed and retyped her DM 50 times before settling on a ‘hey !’

Caitlin groaned and shoved her phone down after finally hitting send. She couldn’t help but picking up her phone every ten seconds to see if Y/n had opened or responded to her DM. 

After 10 minutes, Caitlin had eventually given up hope of a response and sighed, turning off her phone and putting her head in her hands. 

Caitlin buisied herself by ordering doordash and sitting on her couch, rewatching film her coaches gave her to look over. She lost track of time and found herself mindlessly picking at her fingers, only coming to when she realized it was past midnight. ]

She groaned as she stood up from the couch, attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. Caitlin walked into her bedroom as she sat on her bed. She picked up her phone and almost threw it when she saw her most recent notification. 

[caitlin_clark22] Yn Ln                            20m ago sent you a message

— 

Caitlin  hey !

Y/n hey yourself sorry for leaving you on delivered i was binge-watching below deck

Caitlin which one?

Y/n mediterranean, duh

Caitlin good. That's the best one Yn liked this message

Y/n so, i’m assuming kate told  you to dm me?

Caitlin well, to be honest, i had kinda been wanting to ever since i met you on facetime with kate. 

Y/n brother that was 6 months ago 💀

Caitlin LEAVE ME ALONE, OK i'm just a girl

Y/n SO REAL whenever people tell me im doing  something wrong i get so annoyed  like im just a girl that curb shouldn’t have been there 😠

Caitlin LMFAOO Anyways, yeah, kate finally bullied me into texting my celebrity crush who she just  happens to be best friends with

Y/n 🤨🤨 is that all i am to you?? a pretty face?

Caitlin NO NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT I SWEAR

Y/n LMFAOO im just fucking with you anyways, going back to that… celebrity crush, you say? 🤨😏

Caitlin 😶 moving on…

Y/n no, no i wanna know

Caitlin umm… basically i’ve just been really obsessed with your show lately and kate told me i should shoot my shot but im now realizing maybe i should save that for the court

Y/n LMFAOO nah, kate was right she showed you my tweet, right?

Caitlin yeah, why?

Y/n because i wasn’t kidding. 

#stars444hearts #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #wnba draft #wnba #wlw #lesbian #wcbb #wcbb x reader

[marvelsmylife]

Irrationally jealous

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel becomes jealous when he finds out Cassian has been visiting you a lot lately, so he decides to reminds you that he was the first one to bed you when you first moved in.

A/n I’m sorry this is so short. This is more of a drabble. Nesta is next though and things are going to get kinky with her (followed by a Nessian threesome).

Inner Circles Whore Masterlist

ACOTAR Masterlist

Fourth Wing Masterlist (I know this has nothing to do with this story, I just want you guys to be aware that I write for Fourth Wing as well)

Azriel was seething as he watched you make out with Cassian before disappearing into your room. This wouldn’t be a big deal if it weren’t for the fact that Cassian has been staying over for two consecutive weeks. Yes, he knew you didn’t belong to him, Rhysand and Feyre hired to bring them all pleasure when they wished. Still, a part of him that felt like you did belong to him.

As soon as Cassian left, Azriel appeared at your door. “Cassian, for the last time, you have to tell Nesta- oh Azriel, how can I help you?” You asked.

Instead of replying, Azriel just lifted you into his arms and carried you into your room. Azriel wasted no and got both of you undressed and was between your legs. “Azriel, go easy. I’m still sensitive from Cassian,” you arched your back as you felt Azriel’s tongue flicking your clit while he curled his fingers deep inside you.

“Never mention another male’s name while my fingers are inside you,” Azriel warned before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock.

You were panting heavily as Azriel took you in every position he knew. A part of you felt like he was trying to mark his territory as he bit, licked, and sucked every inch of your body. “Mine,” Azriel growled possessively, “You’re fuck mine.”

“Yes, gods, yes,” you chanted, “I’m yours Az. I’m all yours.”

Just then, Azriel felt something snap in him. He stopped mid-thrust and stared deep into your eyes, “Are you ok?” you asked Azriel.

Azriel quickly nodded his head before he continued his actions. Reaching down, Azriel started massaging your clit until he felt you cumming around his cock. “That’s it, cum. Fuck, you look so hot when you cum,” Azriel groaned into your ear as he continued to thrust until he came as well.

Azriel kept moving until he felt his cock softening and reluctantly pulled out. “Gods, I missed you in my bed. Why haven’t you visited me?” You asked while Azriel covered your neck with love bites.

“Cassian has been hogging you,” Azriel replied bitterly, “He’s lucky he’s my brother, or else I would have murdered him already for taking so much of your time.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes at Azriel’s comment before replying, “He’s having a difficult time with Nesta, and I’ve been fucking him to distract him from his troubles. You, my sweet shadow-singer, will always be my number one.”

Azriel felt his ego boost at your comments and was ready to go again when you stopped him. “I don’t mean to be rude, but we can’t go another round or spend the night together. I’m leaving for the day court in the morning.” You could see the hurt in Azriel’s eyes, but he nodded and started getting dressed. When Azriel was at the door, you called his name, “I’ll see you in two months.”

Pushing aside his hurt, Azriel replied, “I’ll see you in two months,” before exiting your room and started to wonder two things. One: if what he felt while you were having sex was the mating bond snapping into place for him. Two: if you were his mate, would he have the right to tell you that you couldn’t have sex with anybody else but him. Azriel just shook his head and disappeared to his room.

@lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @golden-canyon @nayaniasworld @slut4acotar @mybestfriendmademe @nocasdatsgay @harrystylesfan2686 @heartless-tate @fussel9913 @123345566 @paleidiot

#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

[chukys-mouthguard]

What if?

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3,229 words

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Warnings: drunk guy being an asshole at the bar, aggressive/protective Matt

Note: okay, this is the first thing I’ve written in years, please be kind 😅 I just got a thing for this man now idk…feel free to send in some requests or let me know if you want more to this story? Not sure if it will be a one off or a little series

“Okay, how do I look?” You walk down the hall of your apartment, stopping to pose for Matt so he can give you his stamp of approval. He eyes you up and down, as if he is going to deliver some harsh critique. Your outfit is nothing crazy; jeans, a gray long sleeved bodysuit, black heeled boots, and a small cross body bag. With the New York City weather still chilly out, you figured it would keep you warm along with the alcohol you’d be consuming.

“Beautiful as always. But let’s try and keep the collecting of guys' phone numbers to a minimum tonight huh?” You laughed as you playfully smacked Matt’s arm. Making your way to the fridge to grab your High Noon you’d started sipping on before getting dressed. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous Matthew Rempe.” He shot you a cocky smirk as he leaned on the kitchen island next to you. “Me? Jealous? Never. Because I’m the one in your apartment and not them.” You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down the last bit of seltzer before unplugging your phone from the charger nearby. “Okay Mr. Chauffeur, let’s hit the road.”

You loved having Matt in NYC playing with the Rangers. The two of you had been best friends since you were teenagers, though you’d lost touch a bit once you moved to New York. Matt’s stint in Hartford allowed the chance to slowly reconnect, but having him now with the Rangers was even better. The two of you often spent nights at each other's apartments, going out to dinner, and of course you attended every home game you could to see Matt play.

You’d always had a soft spot for Matt. Sure he was a bit intimidating being practically 7 feet tall, his knuckles cut up or bruised half the time, and a black eye never seeming to catch you off guard anymore. But you’d gotten close enough to see the side of him most people don’t experience. Though you never imagined your relationship being anything more than what it was. Friends, and nothing more than that. But you couldn’t deny the way you had paid attention to how he’d grown into a man. He had outgrown his awkward phase, and you now looked at him and saw him as handsome, not cute or adorable like he was when you were growing up.

You constantly find yourself thinking, what if you weren’t just imagining things? When he spends the night and walks into your room wearing just a towel after a shower. The way he hugs you and lingers longer than just a friend would. The way he takes care of you when you’re drunk. Or nights like tonight, where he’s willing to stay up late to be your designated driver when he’s got an early morning skate and a big game tomorrow night.

Just one day, one day you’d love to kiss him and see what happens. Or flirt a little extra and see if he takes the bait. But you also don’t want to lose your best friend in the process, or be turned down and embarrassed for thinking he’d ever feel that way about you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Matt asks as he puts a hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder, backing out of his parking space. It’s such a cliche action, but boy does he look good doing it, and your heart certainly skipped a beat.

“The typical routine. Start at Tucker’s. Then move on to 1989. Then finish-“ “At Coop’s?” Matt smirked as he looked out at the road. One hand on the wheel with the other resting on his thigh. He was literally in jeans and a hoodie yet somehow he looked just as good as he does in a suit on game day. “Either that means I go out too much, or you’re finally starting to pay attention when I tell you things.” “Definitely not paying attention, it’s you going out too much.” He laughed as you playfully punched his arm, pulling out your phone to text your friends that you were a few minutes away.

“So Cooper’s closes at 2:30, but I honestly don’t think I’ll last that long. Especially because someone has a big game tomorrow! And I wanna be well rested. So let’s plan for like 12:30/1? Is that okay?” You looked at Matt a bit apologetic, knowing he’d have to be up early for morning skate. But he was always adamant about driving you, no matter what time it was.

“Of course, you know I’ll be here no matter the time. I’ll plan to be at Coop’s around 12:45. I’ll come in to get you too, it’s gonna be cold and dark out. I don’t want you walking to find me.” You put a hand to his cheek as you make a joking pouty expression. “Aww, such a gentleman Matty.” He smiled at your touch, almost leaning into your hand as he looked back at you, “Anything for you. Now go on, I know the girls are waiting. Text me if you need anything, and I mean anything y/n. I’m not that far of a drive.” You let out a sigh as you undid your seatbelt, “Honestly Matt, nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine.” You blew him an air kiss as you exited the car, heading into the first bar of the night. Matt sat and watched you show your ID to the man at the door, waiting until he saw you get inside safely to drive away.

As promised, Matt arrived at Cooper's around 12:45. He was thankful that you and your friends chose to end your nights at a bar that wasn’t too crazy, but also not too crowded that he might be recognized. Just to be safe he threw on a hat to shield his face as much as he could, though the bar was so dark he doubted anyone would be able to make out his face in the crowd.

He handed his ID to the bouncer before making his way inside. He texted you a simple “I’m here”, you would know his typical meeting place and where to go. You were in the restroom when Matt texted, quickly replying “bathroom, be right out” before you sighed as you stared blankly at the wall. The line in the girls restroom always 100 times longer than it was for the guys.

Matt didn’t mind waiting, he checked some scores on his phone. Assuming that the line was long since girls love to use the buddy system when going to the bathroom. He scanned the crowd and enjoyed people watching, nodding his head and smiling softly as your friends gave him a wave from across the bar. He checked the time again, before glancing over towards the hallway to find you pushing past a crowd of girls to exit the restrooms. He chuckled to himself as he saw the frustration on your face, knowing you probably waited 20 minutes just to pee. He started to walk towards you but fell back as he noticed a guy stop you in your tracks.

“Can I help you?” You looked at the man a bit confused, you’d recognized him from the crowd of people, but hadn’t interacted with him much. He was out with a group of guys for someone’s birthday. You only knew that because they mentioned it to you and your friends at least 30 times. Definitely trying to help the birthday boy get laid. “I noticed you’d left your friends, I thought maybe my shot at getting to buy you a drink was gone.” You chuckled to yourself, why does this have to happen in front of Matthew?

“Oh, yeah, I’m actually on my way out. So, maybe another time. Sorry.” You try to excuse yourself but he moves with you, cutting you off. “Oh come on, one more drink isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Or if you want we could go somewhere else, just the two of us and get a drink.” He had a cocky grin on his face as you looked at him in disgust. He was clearly drunk, and wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. You looked at Matt standing just a few feet away, a concerned look on his face as he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Look, I’m not interested, okay?” He scoffed as he seemed to be a bit insulted by your comment. “Not interested, you and your friends were dancing right up against our group all night. I saw the way you were eyeing all of us guys, I’d say you were interested sweet heart.” You gagged at the smell of alcohol on his breath as he got closer to you. “Yeah news flash buddy, it’s a small fucking bar. My option was dancing right next to people or on the bar.”

As you tried walking past him to get to Matt, you felt a tight grip on your wrist pull you back, “That sounds hot, can you put on a show just for me?” His hands attempted to grab more than just your wrists but before you could react Matt was already stepping in, pulling the guy away from you and pinning him to the wall by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her like that.”

You were a bit taken aback at the way Matt stepped in. Sure he’d protected you from dumb drunk guys before, but never like this. His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the collar of the man’s shirt. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it huh? What are you her little brother or something? Ain’t no way you’re banging a bitch like that.” Matt’s grip tightened on his collar as he pushed him harder into the wall, “what did you just call her?!” His voice louder, drawing a bit of attention, thankfully none yet from the bouncer.

“A bitch, and what are you gonna do about it?” The drunk dumbass laughed in Matt’s face and you knew this wouldn’t end well.

Before you could step in, Matt’s fist connected with the guy's jaw, causing him to stumble to the floor. Before pulling himself together and running off to the restroom.

“Fuck!”

Matt shook his hand as he winced, immediately realizing he fucked up but his anger got the best of him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. Thank god no one seemed to really notice the altercation that just took place.

The walk to the car was quiet as Matt was still fuming, you simply climbed into the passenger in silence. He gripped the steering wheel tight with his good hand as he peeled out of the parking lot. You sat next to him, studying his face to see when it might be a good time to say something. Blue and purple started to appear across the knuckles on the hand that threw the punch as he let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a soft laugh as you rested a hand on his thigh, softly holding his bruised hand, careful not to hurt him. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong? You stepped in as I would’ve hoped you would the second that guy put his hands on me. Don’t be sorry for that!” He seemed to relax at your touch, so you kept your hand on his, slowly brushing your thumb over his skin to attempt to calm him down.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, the two of you heading back to Matt’s apartment since he had to be up early for practice. You kept your eyes on him, studying the look on his face, wishing you were in his head to know what the heck he was thinking. He took your hand in his as you two walked through the quiet parking garage, then headed up the elevator.

You knew your way around his place, first going to his room to grab an oversized t-shirt to throw on before heading to the bathroom to take off your makeup. Matt was sweet enough to go out and buy you your own toiletries to keep at his place. Including your makeup remover and even your 4 step skincare routine.

Matt came to join you in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He smiled at the sight of you as he leaned against the wall: your hair in a messy bun, his oversized Seattle Thunderbirds t shirt covering you up enough while still giving him a good view of your legs. “What?” You chuckled as you tried not to choke on the tooth paste threatening to fall from your lips. He just shook his head, “Just glad nothing bad happened to you tonight. I’m glad I was there.” He took your hand, his fingers fiddling with yours, “I just kept thinking what if i wasn’t there, I couldn’t handle it if anything would’ve happened.”

You looked at him in the mirror, relief and exhaustion covered his face. “I’m really glad you were there too, but I really hope we don’t end up with a possible scandal on our hands.” You started laughing as you exited the bathroom, Matthew following suit. “New York Rangers rookie Matthew Rempe gets in a bar fight over a girl.” You spoke in a sarcastic newscaster voice as you made your way to the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas to tend to Matt’s fist bearing the proof of his heroic actions at the bar.

Matt chuckled along with you before wincing at the feeling of the cold bag on his hand, “If it happens, so be it, I was ready to knock that son of a bitch out after what he said to you.” You shot him a glare, “Matthew Rempe. Absolutely not, I am not worth you getting in trouble with the team because of a dumb bar fight.” He walked over to you, now the one shooting you a glare. His arms rested on either side of your waist as he gripped the edge of the counter. “Y/n, yes you fucking are.” You shot him a look as he swiftly picked you up and sat you on the island in front of him. A cocky grin coming across his face at how caught off guard you were, gripping his biceps tight as his hands now moved to rest on your thighs. “I’d fight 20 guys at the bar if they put their hands on you and said shit like that guy tonight.” His tone now more serious, his smirk fading as you two stared at one another for what seemed like an hour. The voice in your head screaming at you, this is your what if moment. Take it or leave it, but it may never come again. What if he’s trying to confess his feelings, what if he’s trying to make a move but he’s too scared. What if you just beat him to the punch. What if-

Before your brain could even rationalize a thought or an action, you felt Matt’s lips crash into yours. His hands cupping your face as yours snaked up his neck to grab a handful of his hair. The kiss like fireworks and a weight being lifted off your shoulders all at once. He began to smile into the kiss, before pulling away with a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly what every girl wants. The guys she’s been dreaming of kissing to pull away laughing!” You rolled your eyes and frowned at him as a look of shock washed over his face. “Been dreaming of kissing huh??? I knew it!” You immediately turned red, covering your face with your hands, though Matt found it extremely cute.

His hands gripping your thighs before lifting you off the counter, “It’s okay, i get it. I’m sure there’s lots of girls out there who dream of kissing me.” “Matt! Shut up!” You laughed as he carried you down the hall into his room, tossing you on the bed while he finally changed out of his jeans and sweatshirt. “Hey, listen…if you’re interested, maybe we could work something out so that you can be the only girl who gets to kiss me from now on. How does that sound?”

You barely heard him, too busy staring as he stood in just his underwear in front of you. Your eyes tracing every detail of him before his laugh interrupted your thoughts. “Damn, one kiss and all of sudden you’re just head over heels huh?” You pull a pillow over your face out of embarrassment as you feel the bed sink beneath his weight. Matthew now hovering above you as he pulls the pillow away from your face.

He brushed some hair from your face as your fingers play with his chain hanging from his neck, “you really want to kiss me and only me from now on?” You blushed as he shook his head laughing at you, “of course you goof! That’s all I’ve wanted for like the last 5 years, probably even longer!” You felt yourself trying to fight a smile, though you were sure your cheeks were bright red, letting Matt know you liked his response.

He laid next to you as you continued to play with his chain, now resting on his chest. His thumb tracing circles on your thigh as you smiled like a dork to yourself, your heart bursting with excitement that all your what ifs had come true.

“So if I agree to this-“ you say up, trying to pull a serious face as you looked down at him. His hands still glued to your thighs, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you now. “Do I get a cute custom Rempe jean jacket or something to wear to your games? Like I wanna be decked out and I want people to know that I'm the only girl you’re kissing from now on.” Matt rolled his eyes and laughed at your change of tone, as you babbled on and on about your ‘conditions’ should you agree to this. But he loved the thought of you in a Rempe jacket at his games, getting to see afterwards and kiss you like crazy after a big win, to have you be his biggest fan cheering him on every night. Even though you already were, now it would be more special.

“Listen.”

Matt cut you off as he pulled you into his lap, his hand pulling your face to his as he kissed you. This time the kiss was soft, as he took his time to really take in the feeling of finally getting to kiss you and be this close to you. “If you be my girlfriend, I’ll get you whatever jacket you want, I’ll get you the best seats at the Garden for my games, you name it. Just make me the happiest guy ever and be my girlfriend!” You laughed at how he begged like a little kid who couldn’t contain their excitement.

“Yes-“ you peppered his face with a hundred kisses, “Matthew Rempe, I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.”

#i cannot with this man #told myself tkachuk was my one and only #but here we are #matt rempe fluff #matt rempe blurb #matt rempe fic #matt rempe imagine #matt rempe #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nyr

[mountttmase]

Tell Me Now

Note - just a cute lil mtc blurb based on a TikTok I saw yesterday. I hope you guys like it 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.1k

Warnings - fluff

The only good thing about coming back home from holiday was getting to sleep in your own bed again, and waking up this morning in your own sheets put you in the best mood ever. You loved the bed the pair of you had shared down in Cornwall but nothing would ever beat the one at home.

Parker was asleep at the foot of the bed. His paws up in the air as he laid on his back and you smiled as he moved them in his sleep as if he was trying to catch something. Your heart melting at how cute he was and you wanted to reach down and pull him up to lay with you.

‘Good morning baby’ you suddenly heard next to you. Turning your head to see Mason looking at you with bleary eyes and a tired smile but you couldn’t help but find him adorable.

This was the perfect morning.

‘Morning Mase’ you whispered, rolling onto your side so he could wrap you up in his arms and as soon as you were both comfy he popped a quick kiss on your lips and you smiled instantly.

‘How did my beautiful fiancé sleep?’ He smiled and you couldn’t help but giggle. Still not used to those words coming from his lips as you’d only got engaged two nights before and it was still strange to hear.

‘Really good, how did you sleep?’

‘I always sleep good next to you’ he whispered, holding you a little closer as he stroked your back and all you wanted was to spend your morning wrapped up in him like this for hours but you knew he was about to rain on your parade.

‘I better get up, sooner I get this appointment out the way the sooner I can get back so we can cuddle some more’

‘Don’t go, I’ll get cold’ you pouted and even though he looked sympathetic you felt him pulling away and he got up to shower.

‘I won’t be long, my love’ he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose softly and you knew you were blushing at the action even though he did it all the time. ‘You just stay right here, yeah? And I’ll bring us some breakfast back’

‘You’re the best’

‘I know’ he laughed, finally leaving you all alone and you snuggled into his pillow as you inhaled his smell.

You scrolled through TikTok as he showered and changed. A video of a boy trying to say goodbye to his girlfriend caught your eye as she refused to tell him she loved him before he went, and his reaction made you giggle. Wondering how Mason would react if you did the same and even thought it was mean, you told yourself you’d give it a go before he left now.

It wasn’t long before he was dressed, coming over to you and Parker with a smile and you tried to keep your face neutral so he didn’t suspect anything and just like usual he said goodbye to Parker first.

‘Bye bye Parker baby, daddy loves you’ he told him. Kissing his nose as he ruffled his ears before his smiley face was directed at you. ‘Love you too, baby’

‘Have a good day’ you smiled back, watching his face drop as he made his way over to you so he could give you a quick kiss on the cheek on his way out and your heart broke for him as your favourite smile vanished.

‘You too’ he whispered, backing up to the door and looking back as he pulled it open but you just smiled and sent him a little wave. ‘Love you’

‘See you later’ you called as he shut the door, holding your giggles in as you knew he’d be back in soon enough to tell you off and as if by magic he was storming back in and over to your side of the bed.

‘No I’m sorry I’m not having that’ he told you, a small smile adorning his lips but you could tell he was a little frustrated with what you’d done. ‘I can’t go out without being told I’m loved so… I love you, have a good day’

‘You too’

‘Stop it’ he laughed, looking down at Parker as if he was trying to get him on side and you knew you were going to break sooner than you wanted to. ‘She’s being mean to me so we’re gonna try this again’ he confirmed. Scratching Parker between his ears and even though Parker looked confused you could tell he was loving all the attention. ‘Bye Parker, love you mate. Bye baby, I love you too’

‘Bye baby, have a good day’

‘What do you mean have a good day?!’ He cried, laughter bubbling up his throat as he stood there bewildered at your behaviour. ‘I’m gonna be late if you carry on like this. Will you just tell me you love me please?’

‘You’re gonna be late then you better go Mase’ you laughed, nodding him towards the door but he stood his ground and his little angry face was the cutest thing you’d ever seen

‘Not until you tell me you love me’

‘Mason-‘

‘I’m off now, goodbye’ he exclaimed, looking at you with raised eyebrows as if he was telling you what was coming next and you were so close to laughing you thought you might burst. ‘I love you’

‘I’ll see you later’

‘Am I gonna have to act this out for you?’ He huffed, jumping on the bed so he could lay on you fully and you couldn't hold it in now. All the suppressed giggles overflowing from your mouth as he tickled your sides repeatedly. ‘I’m going now okay? I love you’

‘Bye Mase’

‘Tell me you love me or I can’t leave’ he laughed, the sounds joining in with your own and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. ‘tell me now before I scream‘

‘I love you’

‘Better, thank you. I love you too’ he winked and with another swift kiss to your lips he jumped up and was walking back out of the door.

‘You’re insane’ you called after him watching him turn to give you a silly smile before he sent you a wave.

‘And you’re mean. I’ll get you back for this’ he promised and with that he was out the door. Leaving you alone with your giggles and the realisation that the man you’d said yes to really was your forever.

I hope you guys like this 🥺🩷 feedback would be appreciated as always

#Mason mount #mason mount one shot #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount fic #mason mount fan fiction #mason mount fan fic #mason mount story #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer imagines #footballer imagine #footballer fan fiction #a mountain to climb series

[landolovef]

Going home - lando norris

Summary: Many months had went into planning this trip. From the timing, the days and the activities to scheduling down who your going to introduce to your boyfriend and at what time and day. You hed spent everyday making sure that this was going to go perfectly just for everything to change last minute

Warnings: swearing

As a Canadian i felt it was right to use canada as the country. Plus fc is canadian as well!!

Over the last months after moving in with lando although everything had gone perfect its began to feel lonely. The constant change happening has been feeling like to much recently so you decided to plan a trip for yourself and lando to go back to your home in canada. To reunite with your loved ones and friends.

Yes Lando knows about the trip and everything that is planned for the two of you yet he does not possess the same excitement that has been slowly creeping inside of you. Infact Lando is dreading this trip and everything about it. Including going to canada, meeting new people and just everything. He thought that it was made clear by his reactions to your plans that he did not want to accompany you on this trip. every time you mention it his face drops and he groans.

You know about how much lando doesnt want to go on this trip with you but you cant figure out why. You want to share your life with him. You want to share where you came from your friends your family and everything in between. Yet he just doesn’t seem on board for reasons you and him are not even sure about.

Finally approaching the final days before the trip you decide to sit down with Lando and have a conversation with him about him refusing to come with you. Althought the conversation beging peaceful you never expected for it to come to this.

“Lando please just tell me why you cant come with me ive spent months planning this for us me and you not me alone” you plead with him hoping hell understand how important this is for you.

“Ive made plans plus canada is a shit country anyway I’ve seen it before i don’t need to see it again” lando states out of anger leaving you confused.

“Oh… im going to leave don’t follow me dont text me just not until i get back at least” it hurt, it hurt you to hear lando say your country isnt worth visiting, it hurts to hear hes disregarded every plan you had made for the two of you just to make his own. It hurt knowing he didn’t care enough to do something he knew you were so excited about even if he didn’t want to. Everything about him doing this hurt.

Lando knew he fucked up the moment he saw you leave with your suit case. He didn’t mean to hurt you he just had other things he wanted to do during his summer break and that doesn’t include spending it in canada. He made

Plans about a week ago to go golfing with Carlos and his father, he made plans to stream with max, he made plans to stream with filly,

And he had stuff he wanted to do with quadrant he didn’t see the big deal.

2 days later you made it to the airport alone. You had an uber drop you off. In the uber you have came to the conclusion that you don’t need lando to enjoy spending time with your family and friends so you had blocked his number. Although you and all of your friends knew that this was only temporary until you get back to Monaco. You thought it was best you and Lando have some space as he truly did hurt you with every action and every word he had said and done.

Making it to canada your first stop off the plane is to grab a coffee from Tim hortons as it was closest to the airport.

Lando at home had been busy all these plans he made have finally caught up to him and he’s realizing now that he not getting the break he had thought he would during the summer. He missed you, he missed waking up with you he missed your voice, your smile just everything about you. You had been radio silent for days and lando doesn’t understand why so he decided to be the first to reach out

It’s not till he’s speaking with max does he notice that he’s been blocked. Max made him realize a lot that day including why you had been so upset about what he said and his choices to set up his own plans when you had spent months planning something for the both of you.

He feels guilty. He knows he messed up and he knows he has to make up for it. It doesn’t help when he sees your instagram post about how much you had missed home and your friends. So he spends the next day setting everything up. He messages your parents to see when would be a good time to stop by, he books a flight, and finally packs everything he needed from the list you had sent him a while ago.

YourUsername . Just posted

Liked by: Landonorris, carlossainz55, yourfriend1, username8 and 763 others

YourUsername: canada i missed you couldnt be more glad to be back

Yourfriend1: so only missed the country then?

-YourUsername you would be correct

LandoNorris: miss you baby

- username4 hes not with her?

Username48: shes stunning

-YourUsername: all you

Finally he knocks. You’re confused and so are your friends. No one else was coming over so who was knocking? You paused the movie which happened to be your and landos favourite movie to watch together the hangover.

As you swing the door open your met with the piercing eyes of Lando which makes you feel so many different things. He’s here.

He’s actually here you don’t believe it so you do what you see in movies and punch him in the arm but not hard enough to hurt him.

“Ouch babe what the hell” Lando exclaims even though you both knew it didn’t hurt.

“Sorry had to make sure you were real plus you deserve that” he knows he does, he really does deserve that and so much more. So as he pulls you into the tightest hug ever he whispers.

“I know i know im so sorry i fucked everything up, i fucked up this trip you’ve been planning for months and in the process i hurt you im so sorry you have no idea” he continues to go on and on so you pull him into a deep heart felt kiss that he knew meant you appreciated him coming.

Although you knew he still had to work to be forgiven in the moment all you cared was that despite not wanting to he had come all this way.

Authur:

Thankyou to everyone who reached out last post and to everyone who engaged means alot!!

Also i messed up the text messaages nooo just know their meant to be from lando to y/n

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #lando norizz #lando x reader #lando imagine

[theoryofthemultiverse]

hehe its okay I understand:D thank you for the stuff u put out though they're really good

And because of that, I’ll gladly continue to make more stuff :>

Always makes me happy when I see all the likes in the morning, you guys help me start my day!

Hoyo‘s Doctors Love Languages ♥️

Synopsis: What’s likely to be their love language?

Characters: Baizhu, Dr.Ratio, Il Dottore

A.N: I hope we can fundamentally agree that the Bordeaux heart in the title is one of the prettiest. Also keep in mind that these are just assumptions what I have on them, and what they are more likely to have than the other love languages :)!

•:--•:♥️:•--•:♥️:•--•:♥️:•--•:♥️:•--•:♥️:•--•:♥️:•—:•

Baizhu 🐍

Quality time and acts of service

Loveable man spends long hours in the pharmacy every day, sees patients tends to their problems, looks for function of certain limbs so I believe he gets a lot of general human contact through his job. So therefore I feel like he would still enjoy cuddling for sure, but it would be his priority.

Same goes for giving gifts and words of affirmation. He surely likes giving you gifts and telling you how good you’re doing at something, but to him personally, there are just things he values so much more!

Like when the two of you spend the evening or morning together simply talking while drinking tea. Or if you decide to join him for meditation before the pharmacy opens up in the morning. If you listen to him telling you about some patients he encountered today, it all adds to his liking for quality time with you.

And if you connect it with little acts of service, like helping him sort herbs, or bringing him something he needs while in an examination with a patient, he will be in love.

Dr. Ratio 🎓

Physical Touch and Quality time

I honestly wished he could give words of affirmation but I feel like he is bad at it. (Please teach him a few vocabularies on that part) Because it might be a little too obvious, but even though you’re not his student, he still has a hard time finding things affirm them with. So all in all, a rare occurrence to hear very affirming words from him, but at least you can be sure you’re one of the only ones that ever got them then :,)

When it comes to gifts and acts of service I can see him liking it to some point. He sees meaning in a gift that comes from you if you put your thoughts and heart into it. As well as he likes you doing some acts of service for him, but acts of service are likely able to go into the ‚could you solve that equation for me‘ which he would know is something he can’t ask, so he is good about it.

But physical affection and quality time? Oh lord.

It might just be my thinking, but I believe this man is touch deprived. (I mean the only touch he really gets is the book and the chalk- which definitely don’t do the job) So when you offer to cuddle him or take a bath with him, he is over the moon.

And if you connect that with quality time as well then you even manage 2 things in one go! Cuddling while talking, listening to each other, or simply staying silent while reading a book. It really helps him recharge with you by his side.

Il Dottore🧪

Gift giving and Acts of service

Wouldn’t find much use for physical touch and words of affirmation. If you want to cuddle and get a little bit of affirmative words he’s not going to deny your wish but it’s visibly hard for him to come up with something to say that is not making you feel worse, so personally i advise against that :,)

When it comes to quality time though he is unsure, because if you come into his lab and ask him about everything he is doing and what this and that machine does he can’t help but enjoy that time spent with you and proudly show you everything around the room.

But that’s still nothing against gift giving and acts of service. Let’s say you’re out and about and suddenly stumble upon an ancient relic in one of Sumerus markets. You take it back to him and he’s going to be all over it and love you for bringing (gifting) it to him. Basically like you brought a new toy he can tinker on home with you which also connects to acts of service.

Let’s say you know your way around his lab and the way he likes to work, so when he is gone somewhere to maybe conduct an experiment, you already put out a few papers and a pen to spare him of the action upon his return, and while it may be just a small action, he really greatly appreciates you for it.

#genshin impact #baizhu #baizhu x reader #love #dottore #dr ratio #dr veritas ratio #fatui dottore #genshin baizhu #honkai star rail #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore #hsr veritas #hsr fluff #hsr #hsr x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dr. ratio #dr. ratio x reader #il dottore x reader

[jinwoosungs]

{ 179 }

company.

academy arc

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ let's end each other's lonely nights | be each other's paradise | need a picture for my frame | someone to share my reign… }

you walked to school in the early hours of the morning, simply looking down at the novel you were reading in your hand. a smile paints your features the more you basked and read each scene, and as you were in the midst of turning the page, you felt a strange sensation creeping up on you-

the sensation of being followed.

your steps begin to slow just then, unaware of the large hand that reaches out to you-

as sung jinwoo lets out a rich chuckle of your name, wrapping an arm around you as he brings you closer to the front of his chest.

“morning, angel.” he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you give him a playful pout, lightly pushing yourself away from him.

you missed the lost expression seen in his gaze the moment you pulled away from him, trying to calm down your racing heart as you smoothed down the skirt of your uniform.

with a cough, you put your novel back within the confines of your bag, choosing instead to walk side-by-side with jinwoo to school.

you and jinwoo had a special relationship-

this didn’t mean that you two were a couple or anything, oh no.

what you meant was that you still had memories of another life with jinwoo…

where you and him were both hunters, taking on raids while supporting each other throughout it all.

jinwoo was your best friend during those times; he helped train you, a mere b-rank hunter, making you more proficient in your raids as you slowly rose up the ranks, given you freedom to attend more high level raids despite never being able to level up like he could.

your memories became a little hazy after the war, and once jinwoo used the cup of reincarnation one last time-

you found yourself being 14 again, living with your parents and little brother in your humble home. perhaps what came as the most shocking to you was how you retained all of your memories.

which was why you felt so happy when you and jinwoo ended up going to the same high school together. he was a great source of comfort during the times when memories of your past life became too much to bear.

ah, but you were getting ahead of yourself-

you’ve since then gotten better at dealing with the hardships of your past life, even getting the tiniest bit upset when jinwoo admitted to taking on all the monarchs on his own, spending a total of 27 years within some strange, dimensional rift. you knew that he had won the war all on his own while telling you how he succeeded his mission, now living his life as a normal human despite how truly godlike he was.

jinwoo’s knuckles were suddenly felt being gently placed against the top of your head. “you’re dozing off again.”

“what? i am not dozing off, woowoo.”

a blush immediately paints his features when you refer to him by that stupid nickname. “h-hey, that nickname is dumb as hell, and that’s not even how you pronounce my name! the ‘woo’ in ‘jinwoo’ is more subtle than that, like a soft ~u.”

“heh, whatever, woowoo…!”

you giggle when his eyes flash purple in annoyance, running to catch up to you, but all while hiding his grin.

you would never know the depths of his feelings for you, and that fact alone was killing the shadow monarch on the inside.

{ … }

you and jinwoo end up enjoying lunch together back in the classroom, with you taking casual sips of your juice.

“so do you have track practice today?”

jinwoo takes a rice ball from your lunch box as you stole a piece of his bulgogi beef. “yeah, i do.”

“hehe, did you want me to hang out with you on the field?”

a soft smile paints jinwoo’s features, “if you don’t mind, then yeah. i could use your company.”

a teasing grin paints your expression, “you still trying to get with cha hae-in?”

jinwoo chokes on his rice ball, “w-what the- you know about that?!”

“what? it’s so obvious that you’re still into her! want me to look her up and give you her number or something?”

you giggle in response, basking in jinwoo’s embarrassed expression. you recall how jinwoo was pretty much dating cha hae-in in the original timeline, and they were truly such a cute couple in your eyes!

two of the most renowned s-rank hunters taking on high level gates, never once failing their missions or goals. because of jinwoo’s blossoming romance, you, being simply labeled as his best friend, took a step back and gave them the space they needed in order to let their romance bloom.

and now, with time going backwards due to jinwoo’s actions, you were certain he was going to try and capture her heart once more, leaving you more than willing to play as his wingwoman once more.

despite your playful words, jinwoo appeared uncomfortable, shifting his rice around his lunch box with his chopsticks, eyebrows furrowed in response. noticing the change in his demeanor, you softly ask him, “are you okay?”

your question snaps him out of his reveries. “i’m fine. here, you can have the rest of my lunch… i’ll be right back.”

you could tell something was wrong with jinwoo, watching as he stood up a bit too fast for your liking when you stop him, allowing your hand to wrap around his wrist. “wait, where are you going?”

he looks down at you with gentle grey eyes, allowing the pad of his thumb to grace at your cheek as he wiped away an imaginary stain. after that simple touch, he points to your empty juice bottle.

“i was going to get you more juice. are you opposed to it?”

your eyes go wide, but you shook your head in response. “no, i don’t mind it.”

jinwoo gives you a nod, shaking your grip off of his wrist, leaving you utterly confused as you kept staring at his quickly retreating form.

“how strange…” you look down at your shadow, seeing a few, glowing purple eyes glancing back at you.

at least he still wanted to protect you-

even when you knew you did something to upset him.

{ … }

jinwoo told you he didn’t mind you watching him at practice-

but you didn’t feel like your presence was warranted after upsetting him at lunch earlier. so, you hid out at the library, working on some assignments while doing your readings for your classes. you had thoughts about going home first, but deep down, you knew that avoiding jinwoo wouldn’t help with making this whole situation any better.

as you were writing, you immediately became aware of the shadow looming over you, a pair of solemn, glowing violet eyes staring down at you with a neutral expression.

“why didn’t you join me at practice?”

you tremble a bit, detecting the accusation in jinwoo’s voice as you let out a sigh.

“how could i join you when you’re mad at me?” you whisper back at him.

hearing his scoff tones down your anxieties the tiniest bit, and you felt your shoulders visibly relax at the sound of it. you finally gather the courage to meet his gaze, seeing jinwoo leaning closer to you while placing a hand on the table.

he was dressed in his track uniform, consisting of a purple and white shirt with matching shorts. he taps the top of his sneakers against the linoleum floors, giving you a nice view of his muscular calves.

you were ready to tease him about it, your lips puckered up as a low whistle escapes from them when jinwoo suddenly wraps an arm around the back of your head.

your words die against your throat, eyes going wide when your face was pressed directly against jinwoo’s chest. he runs his fingers through your hair, a pained whisper heard coming from him when he asks,

“do you really not feel a single thing from me? am i doomed to remain just friends with you in this timeline, too?”

your mouth goes dry when you hear his question, and you were uncertain as to how to respond to him. you felt your lips open and close, yet still, not a single syllable would come out.

jinwoo lets out a disappointed ‘tsk’ then, shoving you away from him as he gazes down at you with a neutral look. “forget about it. just… forget about it.”

you watch helplessly when jinwoo picks up his duffel bag and backpack, facing away from you as your heart clenched painfully in response.

if you didn’t stop him now, then you’d lose him forever.

shoving back your chair with such intensity that it nearly falls to the ground, you grab jinwoo’s wrist once more. his eyes go wide, and you catch his shocked expression momentarily before standing on the tip of your toes to fully kiss him.

his reaction was immediate- instinctive even when he wraps his arms around your back, bringing you achingly closer to him all while deepening the kiss.

you lost track of time, uncertain of how many kisses you shared when you finally found the strength to pull away from him. he keeps both of his arms wrapped tightly around you, purple eyes gazing down at you in amusement and love, all while running his hands through your hair.

“i… i always thought that you always deserved a girl like cha hae-in… because, well, you know… she was pretty powerful… and gorgeous, too.”

jinwoo scoffs at your admission, but remains quiet, wishing for you to go on and explain yourself.

“that’s why, i kept all my feelings hidden for you.” unable to meet his gaze, you play with the front of his shirt, smoothing the fabric while picking away at the imaginary lint. “i always figured you deserved better than me-“

“tch, stop.”

jinwoo then gently pulls you back by your hair, eyes becoming more passionate when he crashes his lips against yours. you could only whimper in response to his sudden kiss, hands remaining curled up against his chest as jinwoo presses you even closer to him.

he pulls away first, lightly panting before admitting to you, “please… i never wanted hae-in… but you were so determined to set us up that neither one of us knew what to do.”

you blink up at him in complete shock. “what…? but, she had such a huge crush on you…?!”

jinwoo chuckles all while tracing the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. “well yeah… she liked me, but that didn’t mean that i liked her. how could i like her when i already had you?”

your head was spinning, yet despite it all, you couldn’t stop the smile from forming. “eh? but didn’t you say you wanted to join track to meet her someday?”

jinwoo lets out a huff, bringing your frame into his chest once more before coming clean to you. “forgive me and my poor attempts at making you jealous. joining track was just an excuse, really.”

his admission finally earns bouts of laughter from you, feeling so relieved and happy that your feelings were requited after all. after spending a few more minutes in each other’s embrace, jinwoo gives your body one last squeeze before pulling away from you, giving your forehead a gentle kiss.

“how about i walk back home with you, then, we can talk about our plans for our upcoming first date.”

you giggle, watching as jinwoo packs up your notebooks and assignments before carrying your bag for you, giving you a lovesick expression while you cling on to his side.

perhaps dreams do come true after all…

a.n. - this is so self indulgent, but oh so much fun to write! (/ω＼)

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 5

'Twas Past One O'Clock

Summary: You find a ghost in your house. Words: 2.2k

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

T’was past one o’clock and you were ready for some alone time. By the time you got back to the house Simon and Joey would be off to the football and you could just chill out after delivering 250 iced biscuits for a wedding that had taken you all your sanity to get done in time. You knew the two of them would have left the house spotless for you. Simon insisted when he was home he handled the majority of the cleaning and Joey being the fantastic kid that he was always wanted to help.

You desperately needed to lie down. The morning had taken it out of you and you felt run down and a little nauseous from all the running around.

Maybe after you could finish off the album you had been working on for Joey’s birthday. It was all Johnny, the story of who he was and your relationship with him. The more time went on the less scared you got about telling your son about his dad. You couldn’t help but send a quick thought up to wherever Johnny was, a sheepish apology for waiting so long with a promise that you and Simon would make sure his son knew him.

It came as a surprise seeing Joey sitting on the front step rather than at the game. You were out of the car and rushing over when you saw the look on his face, like he had seen a ghost. 

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where’s dad?”

You were on your knees checking him over, frowning when you saw he had turned off his hearing aid and rapidly signing your questions instead. He only ever turned it off when he was upset and had very little hearing without it which always worried you. It was valid of him to want quiet when he was having big emotions and you never wanted to force him to keep it on if he didn’t want it, but as a mother you also wanted him to always be as safe as he possibly could be and that meant being able to listen for any danger.

“They were fighting. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Who was fighting?”

“Dad.”

“Who was dad fighting with?”

“Dad.”

“What do you mean? Is dad ok?”

You felt your heart squeeze tight. It had been years since Simon had had a bad episode. He still had mild ones now and then, still had nightmares, but he hadn’t hurt himself or anyone else in such a long time. He worked as a trainer now, not spending much time away from home. That had happened 4 years ago when he was offered a promotion up to Captain and chose to instead come out of active duty. Eventually he had told you that it didn’t feel right being anything but a Lieutenant. He never had to say out loud that it was to do with Johnny, but you knew that’s what it came down to. If Johnny couldn’t call him Captain, then he’d stay as LT.

“Which dad? Because they’re both in there. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You searched Joey’s face. He was angry, sad, frustrated. It was in his expression and the way he signed. You tried to understand what he was telling you with your heart pounding and your mouth feeling painfully dry. You didn’t know what to do. Leaving Joey on the step was against your instincts, but now you were terrified for Simon. What on earth was going on? Was he ok?

You jumped when you heard a car door slam and turned to see a very serious looking John Price coming towards you.

“John? What’s going on?”

He looked from you to Joey to the house. 

“Is he here?”

You wanted to ask who he was talking about but Joey beat you to it. The kid was a pro at lip reading.

“He got here when we were about to leave. Punched dad, broke his glasses. I got told to wait outside for mum.”

You didn’t understand what was going on. Who punched Simon? It at least had to be someone he knew, more accurately someone he trusted. He would never have sent Joey to sit outside if not. If someone dangerous was in the house, Simon would have sent Joey straight to the pub down the street that Eyitayo ran. She was a veteran who had worked with Simon before and he trusted her to get you and Joey safe in the event of someone tracking him down. 

The fact that Joey was sat right here meant it wasn’t someone that was a danger to him. But also someone that would punch Simon. And someone that John knew was here. 

“I was going to tell you.”

You knew the look John was giving you. Guilt. It was a look you had become accustomed to from him, a look you got anytime the topic of your deceased husband came up. 

“Going to tell me what John? Who is inside my house?”

You knew. Who else could it be? You looked at John, waiting for him to say something, say anything that meant there was not a ghost in your house. Instead he looked shamed and in pain, knowing as well as you did by this point that your life was about to fall apart again. 

Perhaps a better mother would not have walked into the house and left her son sitting there. You were not better. You loved your son more than anything, but in that moment you felt dissociated from everything and everyone, the only sound the rush of blood pumping around your body which floated forward without your conscious effort. 

You saw Simon first. His glasses were broken, one lens a spiderweb of cracks and the frame warped but still valiantly clinging to him. There was dried blood at his nose, a streak from where he must have wiped it away. The beginnings of a black eye. But it was his eyes. You had loved this man for most of your adult life and you had never seen him look so broken. Not when he came home from a bad deployment needing you to take control. Not when the anniversary of Johnny’s death came and went with each passing year. Not when Joey screamed at him once that he didn’t need to listen to him because he wasn’t even his real dad (God he was so like Johnny with how his temper flared and he picked the most hurtful thing to say that he could before immediately regretting it).

The other man was sat on the sofa, head in hands. His hair was long. He looked older than he should be you thought. There was such a great tension in him that your disconnected body gave a sudden thrum between your legs, remembering what this man turned into when he came home from a bad deployment, angry and violent with nothing to turn it into but aggressive passion. But it was a wasted effort of your biology as your brain processed who was sitting in your living room and your stomach gave an almighty lurch, sending you with a stumble to the small toilet off the side of the living room to empty it.

There was swearing coming from the men. A rough hand brushed your hair away from your face while another rubbed your back. 

“Cap told me tae stay put but ye know me. Should’ve warned ye rather than scaring ye like this. I just… I couldnae wait bonnie. I just wanted tae see ye.”

He sounded like himself but not. His accent was a bit twisted now, something slightly wrong about the tone, something more Slavic now. But my God it was him. Older, harder, a little worse for wear, but it was your Johnny. Your John MacTavish. There was a hand on his face, fingers shakily tracing the changes. It took you a moment to realise it was your hand. He leaned into it, his eyes intense on yours. It had been a decade and this man still burned for you the way he had before he died. 

How you wished that he didn’t feel so strange despite it all. But then, who wouldn’t become a stranger after a decade apart?

“You… you died…”

“I’m so sorry. It wisnae supposed tae be so long. A few months, just tae make the world a safe place for our family.”

You couldn’t think properly. You felt so ill and so tired and it was overwhelming. You looked through the open doorway and tried to find Simon but even if he was there you weren’t sure you could get your vision to focus enough to tell. Your eyes were swimming you realised, tears blurring everything. 

“Did he know?”

“Aye.”

Your heart had barely broken before Johnny was making a choked sort of noise and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Fuck. He didnae know. Simon never knew. I shouldnae have said that, I just… you’re married to him.”

You didn’t think you would have survived if Simon knew this whole time. It was too severe a wound to ever hope for recovery. It was so like your Johnny, that knee jerk reaction when he was hurt that he immediately regretted. You were so unused to it now. Simon wasn’t like that, he was careful with what he said even when he was angry or hurt. Honestly you had wished sometimes he was a little more like Johnny because it made it hard to even tell that he was angry or hurt when he so rarely let it show. 

“You died. You died and I wanted to die with you.”

“I’m here now. It’s going tae be ok bonnie, I’m right here. We can move wherever ye want, ye liked it up North eh? Start again.”

It was like your consciousness all slammed back into your body at once. The bone deep exhaustion was tempered only by the sudden alarm at his words. 

“I- no, I… Johnny, I have a family.”

Oh, you had not meant for those to be the words you gave him. You had not meant for it to cause him to look like he had been shot. Although you supposed Simon must already know what that actually looked like. You wanted to throw up again. His hand on your shoulder gripped tighter, almost painful. When you flinched his face fell and he let go, backing up out of your space with his hand going to tug on his own hair. 

“I ken… I couldnae expect… if it was anyone else I’d be happy for ye. Naw him bonnie. It cannae be him.”

“But it is.”

You tried to wordlessly plead with your first husband, to have him understand. You could no sooner stop being entirely in love with Simon Riley than you could stop your own heart beating. Your solid and steadfast Simon who was outside comforting your son, who left you with the first love of your life because of course he would. He had been firm with you long ago in his belief that you would never leave one another, not with how tangled up you were. You had split up once and that had ended within 12 hours with you being fucked in the neighbours shed at a party for the cup final. How could you ever live without him?

It was as incomprehensible an idea as living without Johnny had been once upon a time. 

“Is everything ok?”

You saw the hurt in Johnny when you relaxed at hearing Simon coming back in. 

“Joey?”

“Gaz came to pick him up. He’s… as ok as he can be.”

He eyed Johnny warily as he pushed into the bathroom to gently help you up. You were so tired and you let your weight sag against him. 

“She needs to get cleaned up and rest a bit.”

“Aye I’m naw fucking blind Si.”

“Could’ve fooled me MacTavish given that you had her on the floor.”

“Fuck all the way off Riley!”

He was alive. He was alive and here and him and his best friend were at each other's throats. It was your fault wasn’t it? If you hadn’t fallen in love with Simon this miracle could have been met with only happiness. God you wanted to sleep. You wanted to be clean and to brush your teeth and sleep. You wanted to wake up and be able to hold Johnny, to prove to yourself he was here and real and alive. 

“P-please…” you choked out, not entirely sure what you were asking for. 

There was silence for a moment and you could only stare at the floor, swaying a little with how woozy you felt.

“...ye have that hippie tea?”

“Top right cupboard, I’ll…”

“Aye. Don’t you worry bonnie, I’ll have it hot and ready for ye.”

He ran a hand over your head, bringing it to your cheek and then your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“I love you. So much” he said, voice rough with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked away. 

You barely remembered the shower. All you knew was that you were tucked into bed with your favourite tea and your exhaustion took you under fast enough that you couldn’t follow the conversation happening outside of your bedroom.

#mhairiwrites #ghost x reader #soap x reader

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

What “It’s Written Like a Fanfic” actually means as a criticism—

Lately, I’ve seen a lot of people use “it’s written like fan fiction” as a negative critique of stories that are poorly written.

I’ve especially seen this criticism talked about in regards to Hazbin Hotel, and honestly, it’s a criticism I agree with.

But I wanted to talk specifically about what that means, because I think there are people who hear that criticism and take it to mean that ALL fan fiction is terrible and poorly written.

I need to make it REALLY CLEAR that I am not saying all fan fiction is “bad”.

I’ve written (probably bad) fan fiction! I’m an avid reader of fan fiction! Some of my favorite stories are fan fiction or are derived from fan fiction.

So. How can I use “it’s written like a fanfic” as a negative criticism if I like it so much? Because—

To me, a story being “written like a fanfiction” is only a problem when the writers approach the characters and world of their story as if everything has been pre-established.

The reason fan fiction works, the reason it can be so deeply beloved and celebrated, is usually because fanfiction writers and audiences have already fallen in love with an existing world and characters.

For example, I really love Batman, specifically Batman: The Animated Series. When I read fan fiction about Batman, I don’t always want to, or need to, read about Bruce Wayne’s backstory and his reasons and motives for becoming Batman. That’s something that can be explored and elaborated on in many interesting ways in fan fiction, but it’s not really something I need a beat by beat explanation on.

And, in this scenario, the writer of the fic doesn’t need to spend time establishing Batman’s basic characterization and relationships. There’s an assumption that the audience and readers already have an idea of those subjects. That’s why they’re seeking out fan fic—because they’ve already delved into the source material, and want to see more of those characters and that world.

That’s not to say one CAN’T write fan fiction about origin stories and establishing lore and all that, or that those stories will always be poorly written. But it’s not necessary for someone who’s already a fan to understand what’s going on if the writer wants to elaborate on an already established character or story.

In fan fiction, the heavy lifting of establishing character relationships, backstories, and basic relationships, etc. has usually already been done by the source material.

The reason someone seeks out fan fiction is (almost always) because they already know and enjoy the characters and setting, and want to hear more stories about those characters.

However, if you’re writing your own story, you need to take the time to establish your story’s basic tone, plot, characters and so on, before you can get to the exciting and more gripping or engaging parts of your narrative.

Hazbin Hotel (the Amazon series) is very guilty of skipping over a lot of the work of building up and establishing its characters and world and how they mesh with the plot and narrative.

The most egregious examples I can think of is when (v)Aggie throws the crew into the turf war, we don’t get to SEE any of the bonding the Hazbin crew have, and are then told afterwards that they’re closer and we see them reminiscing about the fight.

The same thing happens when Husk tells everyone what their personal “issues” are because he’s the bartender and can “see through them” because of that. It would be actually nice if we got to SEE how he learned those things, but instead he just lists off characteristics that people who are already fans of the show know from following the shows development.

Brand new audiences just have a bunch of character traits told to them all at once, and don’t actually get to SEE these characterization happen naturally.

I think the main reason Hazbin is written like this is mostly because the creators publicly developed the story online over many, many years.

Anyone who was already a fan of Hazbin’s creators’ previous work probably followed Hazbin’s 10 year development. And as a result, they probably listened to a lot of livestreams, read some of the supplemental comics, went to Q/A streams, and read the creator’s blog. Due to that, they already KNOW a lot about the story and world and characters, and so they don’t notice if those basic world-building and character development ARENT in the show itself.

And obviously, this is all just my opinion, but it very much seems to me like this slow and public development of Hazbin’s characters and story may have had the negative side affect of the creator and writers forgetting that they still have to build up and develop these things in the actual show itself.

Long time fans of the story when it was just a bunch of loose concepts and early characterizations can watch the finalized series of “Hazbin Hotel”, and are able to bridge gaps in the story and characterization because they’ve probably been reading blogs about Hazbin for at least 5 years.

But when someone completely new to the series watches it, there’s a chance they’re going to find the story rushed and disjointed, because they don’t have the background information on the story’s development.

This is a problem specifically because, to write an engaging and competent story, you HAVE to take the time to establish basic things first, and then you have to take the time to BUILD UP to deeper characterization, plot points, character relationships and so on.

Hazbin Hotel the show feels like “a bad fan fic” because it’s, in my opinion, written for people who are already fans, and written by people who want to skip straight to the “fun” parts of their story. But the writers still recognize that the story needs to be accessible to people who are not familiar with it, and to compensate they have to cram in as many explanations and justifications to try and make their story make sense.

The result is that Hazbin Hotel has tons of bland exposition, rushed character arcs and introductions, tonal inconsistencies and confusing lore, and a world and characters that are half-formed and fall flat.

That’s what I personally think the criticism “written like a bad fan fic” means. That the narrative feels like it is based on a preexisting piece of media, and therefore is missing the building blocks needed to make the narrative feel like a believable and fully formed story.

As a side note—I don’t think it’s like. Objectively terrible to develop your story and characters openly. But I DO think it can end up biting you in the ass like I detailed above.

When you already know how your characters behave and where your story is going, and you share that and start to have a following that’s with you every step of the way, I think it’s easy to forget that your story still needs to be accessible to people outside of your fan base.

I mean. I guess it doesn’t NEED to. But like. That’s usually the goal. Funnily enough, that also kind of makes me think of fanfic writing.

Fan fic doesn’t need to be accessible to a general audience b/c it’s often written for the the author’s own gratification and for the gratification of a pre-existing fan base.

Interestingly, I personally don’t think the “fan fiction” criticism applies to the first season of Spindlehorse’s other show, Helluva Boss, because the story and characters were (mostly) thought out first, and the narrative took time to gradually develop the characters and story at a slower pace.

And then season 2 came out and changed the characterization so drastically from what was already established that now it does feel like a fan fiction of itself. lol.

That’s really all I have to say about that. There are other things too that show up a lot in fan fiction and have like…become their own fan fiction tropes that people sometimes expect or mock, and those play a role too. But to me this is the BIGGEST thing that makes a story feel like a bad fan fic. If it’s written as if it’s borrowing from an already established story.

Again! These are just my opinions! I know the sin of sharing one’s opinions online can never be forgiven, but I wanted to examine the reason people use that phrase as a negative criticism.

#funhouse convo #media criticism #media critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #media conversation #long post

[bullet-prooflove]

Home: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

The house where Terry lives changes subtly throughout his relationship with you. The dark, masculine paintings he used to favour are put into storage one by one, replaced with artwork that you’ve chosen together. Brighter pieces, with vibrancy and colour. A warm plush blanket appears on the back of his couch because you get a little cold in the evenings. His wine cellar begins to feature rosé, when it’s only hosted reds and whites.

He spends Sunday mornings at the farmer’s market where he buys seasonal wild flowers. He sets them in a vase he’s never owned until recently, placing them in the centre of the dining table where the two of you eat because he knows you like how pretty they are.

He starts to cook again. Once a week he sends his personal chef home and the two of you spend the evening cooking together. It gets a little messy but it’s a lot of fun, he loves the domesticity of washing the dishes in the aftermath. He can’t keep his eyes off you as you raise up on tiptoes to put things away.

Photographs begin to appear on the fridge, polaroids you’ve taken throughout the course of your relationship. You’d been thrilled to find the camera when Terry was making some space his closet. It’s an original from the 80s. He’d spent the evening cleaning it up for you, showing you the intricacies of it.

“You should keep a few things here.” He had said as he shifted around his clothes and a couple shoe boxes. “It’ll save you coming and going so much between here and Silver Lake.”

He’d stayed at your apartment a couple of times in the beginning. It’s tiny, although bright and airy. The whole place could fit within the confines of his living room. You’d been embarrassed but it had felt more like home than anywhere he’s ever lived. The only problem was the bed, he’s over six four, he doesn’t quite fit, which is part of the reason you spend most of your time at his place.

That night you’re curled up on the couch together, your head resting on his shoulder as you read the latest Karin Slaughter book. He’s flicking through Casino Royale by Ian Fleming, it’s one of his favourite books. He has the whole collection of first editions on his bookcase in the study.

“You are going to give yourself nightmares, reading that this late.” He reminds you with an amused tone in his voice. It’s happened before, if you read something too spooky or violent before bed. You have a vast imagination, one that he envies but sometimes it can work to your detriment.

“I know but it’s too compelling.” You tell him, closing the book and setting it down on the coffee table before you tuck yourself in against him. Terry sighs contently as he sets his own book down, his cheek coming to rest upon the top of your head.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe you should stay.” He says quietly as his fingertips doodle light patterns over your bare arm.

“I am.” You remind him, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides. “You have me until tomorrow morning.”

“No my love.” He whispers as he tips your chin up so he can meet your gaze. “I mean you should come live here, with me.”

Love Terry S? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Interested in supporting me? Join my Patreon for Bonus Content!

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #cobra kai

[wittlesissyb4by]

Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 HERE)

“A little to the left…there you go…press that spot. There! I bet I'm leaking aren’t I?”

Marianne watched as little drips of precum dripped out of Jack’s penis. She wasn’t even touching it. She had two fingers shoved up his rectum, looking for the soft little walnut she had recently learned was his prostate. She knew she was doing it right when his breathing changed. He let out pitiful little high-pitched whimpers as she gently pressed, prodded and worked her fingers over it. 

“Does it really feel that good?” 

“Ohhhhohhh yeaa!” He moaned, eyes in the back of his head. He was splayed out on the floor on top of an open, oversized diaper, drenched in piss.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked, dumbfounded. How, in 52 years did she never learn of prostate stimulation?

“I didn’t know how to tell you!” He groaned, still moaning on the floor as she worked her fingers in and out of him. “Don’t stop! Right there! Ohhhh yea! You feel so good! Right there! I’m gonna cum! Yea! Yeaa! Yess!! Ahh—wuh?!”

Marianne quickly withdrew her fingers, smirking as she pulled off the gloves and set them to the side.

“What are you doing??” Jack asked a little too vehemently. “I was just about to cum!”

“Exactly.” Marianne smiled triumphantly.

“But…wasn’t that the point…? For you to make me cum from anal only?”

“Yup.”

“So why didn’t you?”

Marianne grinned as she slipped a finger over the little lines of cum oozing down his balls. “Are you sure I didn’t?”

Jack blushed sheepishly, but continued his point. “Well…not all the way…”

“Would you have? If I kept going?” Marianne asked.

“Well…yea…probably.”

“Then I would say ‘Mission Accomplished.’”

She laughed at his frustration. After just two weeks of classes in the ABCD program, she was already feeling much more confident in the dominant role. Not to say she didn’t still have some kinks to work out…

Remembering the task at hand, she brought the pack of wipes closer to her, digging into the top and pulling out exactly 3. From the corner of her eye she could see his dick dancing to the sound of the crinkling package. She liked seeing him so turned on. It was, afterall, what all of these extra classes were for. That, and it gave her some time to interact with people that weren’t all her age. Spending time on a college campus once more had given her that youthful feeling of nostalgia she didn’t know she was missing.

Jack gave a sharp gasp when she brought the cold wipe to his thigh, tracing it upwards, skipping his penis, and going down the other side. Her eyes were on him the whole time, watching how his breathing and countenance changed with her every movement. Finally, she brought the wipe to his balls, giggling as they shriveled almost instantly beneath the graying hair. She wiped the clear, sticky liquid that had leaked from his balls.

“Am I doing okay?” She asked, needing that reassurance. Even though she was getting trained, she still felt so new at this. Like a bird still learning to fly.

“You’re doing great!” Jack smiled.

“No, really.” Marianne beckoned, “I need to know what I’m doing wrong so I can pass my practical exam next Thursday.”

Jack considered, trying to shove his regressed brain away so he could logically consider.

“I guess you could…dirty talk?”

Marianne suspected that was coming, it was a statutory point Professor Peterson had heavily emphasized.

“Ughh you’re right…” Marianne groaned, clapping a hand to her forehead. “I just feel so…awkward.”

“Don’t.” Jack shrugged, as if that would fix it. “There’s no way you can go wrong. You could say you’re going to butter my corn and I would still find it incredible. It’s more about your tone than anything.”

“What do you mean? What kind of tone?”

“I dunno…like…a ‘Mommy’ tone? But a patronizing one. Like, you don’t even see me as a man, just a loser that has to wear pampers.”

“But you’re not a loser…”

“Well,” Jack shrugged again, “I appreciate that, but remember it’s all about humiliation. You’re making me feel embarrassed for having to wear the diaper, for having to use the diaper.”

Marianne nodded, trying to take it all in. She looked down at her husband splayed out before her, vulnerable as could be, and yet she felt like the ridiculous one. She desperately searched for words to say. “Where do I even begin?”

“Just start by talking about my diaper.” Jack offered, “the state it’s in, how wet it is...that sort of thing.”

Marianne looked down at the sodden diaper laid out on the floor between his legs. It really was soaked, and apparently after just one wetting. How would it look if she made him use it more than 3-5 times like Professor Peterson suggested?

“Uh..umm..okay Jack…your diaper is very wet! Look at how wet your uh…your d-diaper is…” she felt absolutely ludicrous talking to her husband like this. Her voice was shaky, and she sounded way too nervous to be condescending. She peeked up at Jack, his dick still bobbing straight up in the air. “How was that?”

“Good.” Jack said appreciatively in the tone he used when he told her the meatloaf she’d burnt also tasted ‘good’. “Maybe make your voice a little bit higher, use lots of exaggerated gasps, and don’t be afraid to babytalk!”

She swirled that in her mind for a bit, contemplating how best to do it. Marianne was so used to everything being by the book, set, organized, neatly filed and tucked away for easy access. It was hard for her to do anything off the cuff. She’d enjoyed theater back in school, but that was only with specific scripts and lines. Improv was never really her thing. 

Still, she took a deep breath, found the right pitch, and gave it a go.

“Oh my!” she gasped, “Wook at what we have here! Did someone go pee pee in their diapurr??”

Jack’s jaw dropped. 

“What?” Marianne asked, concerned, “What’s wrong? Did I not do it right??”

“No…” Jack gaped, almost like he was horrified, “You did…amazing!!”

Marianne narrowed her eyes, skeptical. “Really?”  

“Really.” Jack said in a way that made her know he meant it. “That was…awesome. Perfect! Keep going…just like that.”

Marianne nodded, appreciating the reassurance, feeling a bit more confident in herself now. She tried to remember the way the other girls spoke to the diaper betas in class, channeling it to her husband. “You’re quite the pampurr pisser aren’t you?? You really soaked this thing!”

She used as many adjectives and degrading terms as she could muster, trying them all on for size. Then she remembered a tip Mrs. Peterson had suggested to help emphasize their feelings of submission, and implicate them in their actions.

“Tell me what you did you…loser!” Marianne intoned, “Tell me what you did in your diaper!”

“I went pee pee’s Mommy!!” Jack said in the most high-pitched of a voice she’d ever heard him use in their 8 years of marriage. His face turned crimson. He was ashamed of himself, and this was his fetish!

She almost felt bad, but she tried to stay in character, giving another exaggerated gasp. “Aww!! You sure did! Silly little…baybee!”

Jack wriggled on top of his diaper in a cutesy sort of way, making it crinkle. It was like his mind had reverted back 50+ years. He tugged the neck of his T-shirt up to his chin. “Make fun of my tiny dick” he muttered in his normal voice.

“But you don’t have a tiny dick.” Marianne said, dropping her own motherly tone, “you’re perfectly average.”

“I know,” he said, still covering his mouth with his shirt like it was a mask for his own persona. “Just…pretend. Remember, you’re humiliating me.”

Marianne nodded. She felt bad criticizing him for something she knew he was already very self-conscious about, but she had to tell herself that this is what he wanted. “D’awww! And wook at your wittle pee pee!” she cooed, gently poking the throbbing head that was pointed skyward, making it lean and sway to and fro, “who knew so much wee wee could come out of such a tiny pee pee!!”

“That’s why I need the diapers” Jack whispered helpfully.

“That must be why you need such a big diapurr huh??” Marianne mused, following his lead, “A nice big pampurr for your widdle baybee dick to–” she stopped, tone shifting, “is it ‘wittle’ or ‘widdle? With ‘T’s or ‘D’s?”

“Heavily debated topic within the community.” Jack said.

“Is it really?”

“No.” 

He laughed, “but I think it’s just a matter of preference. I don’t really hear a difference. I think it only matters if you’re typing it. When I write it, I use ‘t’s.”

“When you write it?” Marianne questioned.

Jack suddenly side-eyed, reaching for a change of subject. “Uh…aren’t you supposed to put my pacifier in?”

“Oh shit!” Marianne exclaimed, cursing herself for forgetting step one of a diaper change. She quickly picked up the pacifier case that her and Jack went to pick out and plopped it in his mouth, making him instantly regress again. It also made her think of the other thing she was supposed to do during changes–if the ‘Mommy’ designated it on the preference sheet–and since she was the Mommy in this scenario, she decided it was proper.

Reaching down, she grasped Jack’s purple penis, feeling it throb in her hands. She could practically take his blood pressure from here. “I’m supposed to edge you now…”

Apparently she didn’t have to explain what that was, Jack seemed to understand immediately, and he didn’t seem particularly thrilled about it either.

“How’s that feel?” she asked, running her hand up and down it, using her other hand to squirt a glob of lotion over the top for lubricant. Jack gave that noticeable exhale that let her know when he was in heaven. 

“That’s great Mommy!!”

His voice was regressing again, which made her kick back into Mommy mode. “Awww! Wittle Jack Jack likes it when Mommy gives him a whack whack??”

He nodded fretfully, biting his bottom lip. She increased her pace, increased the amount of lube on her hand, making it thwick thwick thwick as she stroked faster.

She watched his legs squirm, his toes clench, his hips heave. She’d seen enough of his orgasms to know when one was coming. She waited until he was right at the cusp before pulling her hand away, making him groan in frustration.

“Raise up.” She said, ignoring his whimpers. She lifted him by the penis at the same time so that his hips raised off the floor, allowing her to slide the wet diaper out from beneath.

She smirked at his bulging dick, flopping around helplessly as she rolled up the drenched diaper and taped it into a ball. Pulling out a fresh diaper, she started fluffing it the way she’d learned in school: popping it outward like a trash bag to unfurl it, folding it down the middle like a hot dog, pressing a crease to free up the padding, then grabbing the edges and shaking it back and forth until said padding was evenly distributed. There was no doubt that it turned the diaper from a flattened white undergarment to a full-fledged plump pamper.

Jack seemed impressed, hardly noticing her stroke his dick a few more times before having him raise his hips again. 

“Have you been a good boy today?” she asked, trying to keep the momentum going. 

Jack nodded, pacifier bobbing as he suckled. 

“Did you stop by the post office like I asked?”

He hesitated, but nodded again. 

“Did you??”

“Mhmm!!” He mumbled around his paci, “I droffpped off the packaggge and the card to yerr Mom!”

Marianne smiled, putting her hand around his dick again, but this time only using two fingers. “Hmm…you are a good boy!”

She stroked him up and down, things did feel more natural now that they were both in the mood. Jack was practically a puddle on the floor, wriggling and writhing under her touch, making pathetic little mewling noises. 

The cooing quickly turned to ‘crying’ when she pulled her hand away, bringing him back up to the edge and stopping again. Then again. Then one more time. 

“Pweez can I cumm, Mommy??” he begged helplessly. She could tell he wanted to literally take matters into his own hands and finish himself off, but he resisted, if only to keep it going longer.

“I don’t know…” Marianne grinned sadistically, enjoying her newfound power. She made an ‘O’ with her thumb and index finger like Claire did in class the other day, putting it just above the head of Jack’s dripping purple penis. “...can you??”

Jack desperately thrust his hips upward, making the diaper crinkle every time he went back down, and had to go even higher to catch Marianne’s rising hand. Eventually, she’d raised it up too high to where Jack was unable to reach it, no matter how desperately he flexed his abs and hips. She hadn’t seen him work his core that hard in a long time…

Finally, he collapsed back down, defeated, knowing that was his last chance.

“Awww! Don’t cry wittle baby!” Marianne cooed, unable to keep herself from smiling. “You get to go back in a diaper like you wanted!!”

Jack whimpered meekly into his pacifier, crossing his arms dramatically. He’d regressed to a full-blown brat. Marianne was genuinely worried that the dusting of powder over his penis would send him over the edge, but she managed to coat it without anything other than globs of precum leaking out.

“Are you going to do all of this with…someone else?” Jack asked, losing his whiney voice.

“What? Like, at school?”

He nodded.

Marianne shrugged, “I…I suppose. I mean…yea. I guess I kinda have to, right? We train on the betas, the ‘mannekins’ as we call them, even though they’re not made out of fake plastic…and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to ‘perform’ on them for practicals and exams.”

Jack looked a little displeased.

“Hey,” she said, lifting his chin with her finger so he was forced to look at her, “you wanted this. You encouraged me to take classes. So if you want me to get better at all of this, you have to be comfortable with me practicing on others.”

He seemed to find logic in that, nodding.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss!” she teased, tickling him a bit until he giggled, “you get to reap all the benefits!”

She tucked his winky down onto his belly as she pulled the diaper upward. Her mind going a little elsewhere as she taped up the sides. Marianne and her first husband were never able to conceive (probably for the best, as he was a dreadful drunk), and by the time she’d met Jack she was long past her prime child-rearing years. Still, she’d always wished she had someone to coddle and mother, perhaps this was her way of getting that. Maybe they were both benefiting from all of this.

Once the tabs were properly secured, Marianne tucked the hems of the diaper inward at the thighs and waistband like she’d learned. She pulled him up until he was standing, checking her work. 

“How’s it feel?” she asked, gripping the crotch and rubbing it back and forth. He was still hard inside. 

“Great!” He said, smiling behind his pacifier appreciatively.

“Excellent.” Marianne said as she gathered back up the changing supplies. “Oh,” she snapped, pointing a finger up at him and giving him a menacing, motherly look. “No touching.” she said sternly, obviously referring to his diaper, “No cumming. No rubbing it against anything! I’m going to check your diaper in a few hours. I better not find anything in there other than piss. No poop either. I’m not ready for that yet. But if you can go without cumming, I’ll let you cum in me tonight.”

He perked up at that. Jack and Marianne were getting older, so it didn’t happen quite as often as it used to.

“I’m serious.” She said, feeling more confident in her dominant persona. “If I find cum, I won’t punish you with a spanking, I just won’t diaper you. Understood?”

He nodded, sensing her sincerity.

“Good.”

He bent to pick his pants up. 

“You won’t be needing those.”

The pacifier practically fell from his mouth, she knew she just made his dick move inside his pampers.

“No pants. Just pampers.” she said, as he scurried off with a little pep in his step. 

Sometimes Jack had to take a little blue pill to help get him ready for sex at his age.  Marianne highly doubted they would be needing that tonight.

**************

“I don’t get why we should ever let them cum.” Brooke was saying, leaning over the bed that had been rolled into the classroom, pressing a Hitachi vibrator to the diapered crotch of the squirming beta. 

“We’re not letting him cum,” Savannah reminded her, pinching the whimpering ‘mannekin’ on the cheek, “just edging him.”

“I know, but I mean…in general.” Brooke sighed, lifting the vibrator every time the practice dummy showed signs of climaxing. The poor sophomore must have thought he’d be getting orgasm after orgasm when he signed up as a volunteer to be a learning tool. Did he even know he’d have to wear diapers indefinitely? Miranda distinctly remembered this one being checked by one of her ABCD classmates in the middle of an unrelated Civics lecture. “It’s just…if any man wants to run around in diapers all day, they shouldn’t get to cum. That’s for real men.”

Some of the girls that were circled around the bed nodded in agreement. Miranda couldn’t help but think of Jack. She always thought of him as a man’s man, he certainly didn’t look like one when he was dancing around in diapers, but she’d already spent enough time with him in a “normal” setting to be able to tease the two sides of him apart. She doubted most of these college girls had had much of a committed relationship. 

“I know what you mean,” Trinity said, bringing a bottle of formula to the mannequin’s lips, “Benny, the ‘man’ I betasit is constantly masturbating while I’m around. Wife doesn’t want him in a cage.”

“Is he a rubber or a humper?” Valencia asked. 

“Girl, all of the above!” Trinity scoffed, “I'm thinking about caging him myself just so I don’t have to listen to him moaning and crinkling all the time! You should see how much goo goo he makes!”

“Oh please, it can’t be that much…” Savannah giggled. 

“Okay you’re right,” Trinity shrugged, smiling, “but it’s sooo awkward to see him humping the arm of the couch from the corner of my eye while i’m scrolling through Tik Tok!”

“At least it goes in the diaper…” said Savannah, “I shit you not, one of them shot me right in the face during a diaper change. I didn’t even touch it! It just started spewing everywhere. Got me right in the eye! And his wife had the nerve to tell me he has ED issues, well not in front of me he didn’t!”

The girls collectively laughed. “Okay you win,” Trinity said, “I’ll try not to complain. Still would like him in a cage though…” she smacked the mannekin’s cheeks, reminding him there was a bottle in his mouth, “drink!” she barked.

The beta was too busy holding his mouth open in ecstasy to remember to suck on the little rubber teet. He wrapped his lips around it at Trinity’s behest, but that didn’t stop him from whimpering as he suckled. Brooke pulled the vibrator off for a bit just to hear him groan, and didn’t put it back on until he was guzzling the milk to her standards. 

“What’s a cage?” Miranda asked, speaking up for the first time.

All the girls turned to her at once, looking at her as if she just asked something as obvious as who Taylor Swift was. They quickly fixed their faces, however, not wanting to be mean. 

“Something to go around their dick,” Claire explained without judgment, she’d seemed to take Miranda under wing. Ironic, considering Miranda had watched her friend give birth to Claire over 20 years ago. “Keeps them from masturbating. Even comes with a little key to unlock it!”

Miranda nodded, imagining the possibilities if she were to use it on Jack. She didn’t mind him masturbating, but she always wished he’d ask if she wanted to join instead of just taking care of his business himself. Having that type of control did sound endearing. 

“I’ve got 3 keys!” Valencia said, flashing the necklace between her perfectly plump breasts. “One for my boyfriend and one for the beta I sit for.”

“Who’s the third?”

Val shrugged, “Some fuckboi I met on campus. Haven’t seen him in a while, but he sends me DM’s on the daily asking for the key. He even sends me pictures of his swollen balls!!”

The girls thought that was hilarious. Even Miranda was unable to keep herself from smiling. Where she thought she was progressing with Jack and their relationship, she obviously still had much to learn. 

“That’s what I’m saying though…” Brooke continued, fixing the vibrator to a lower position and pressing further into the pissy pamper, “The world would be a lot better if all men were in chastity. They only think with their dicks anyway, and they’re willing to do damn-near anything if it means they’ll have the slightest chance of—“

“Brooke!” Savannah exclaimed, indicating the squirming mannekin on the bed. His eyes were rolling in the back of head and he had started to convulse. 

Brooke’s eyes went wide and she immediately yanked the vibrator away. “Shit!” She shrieked, clapping a hand to her mouth. Their assignment was to edge the mannekins, not let them cum. They would lose marks if a load was spilled, even a ruined one. 

Brooke tentatively tucked a finger into the waistband of the boy’s diaper, peering inside with bated breath. The rest of the girls were on edge, worried for their own grade. Her eyes darted left and right, finger poking and prodding. “No cum”, she said, breathing a hefty sigh of relief, the rest of the girls following suit. 

“Close one!”

“Very.”

“Can’t believe he held it! Good job little guy!”

Val took a peek in for herself. “Ooh those balls sure are blue though!!”

“Someone take this before I cost us our grade!” Brooke said, handing the vibrator off. Claire stepped up and took it eagerly. 

The girls continued to chat and edge the poor beta constantly for the next half hour until Professor Peterson finally came over with a clipboard. 

“How’s it going over here, girls?” She asked over the sounds of giggles, buzzing, and whimpers. 

“Good!”

Peterson decided to test that claim by using her pencil to lift the waistband herself. 

“Hmmm…prominent leakage of pre-ejaculate with substantial swelling of the testes. Great job, ladies!”

They all grinned and nodded at each other proudly. 

“I’ll remind you that your exams are next week. I expect you to know your stuff. You will also have a practical in which you will need to demonstrate proper prostate and edging techniques. I should warn you: don’t take it lightly. The mannekins next week will be extremely deprived and therefore very easily stimulated and prone to orgasm. I expect you to all bring your A-games. It will be a collective effort. Good luck!”

She snapped her fingers, and the beds around the classroom were wheeled out, the betas squealing and squirming the whole time in disappointed frustration. 

Savannah turned to the rest of her group. “We have to get together and study!”

“For real,” Trinity nodded “I can’t afford to even get a C in this class or I'll lose my financial aid!” 

“Should we meet in the library?”

“Which one?”

“By the quad.”

“That’s fine, but i’m not that worried about the written exam to be honest,” Savannah made an unapologetic gesture, “I’m just still not comfortable with the prostate and practical side.”

“Well I’m sure we can find someone to practice on.”

“Who? Not everyone’s a loser that would volunteer to get their ass fingered.”

“That’s only because they refuse to admit how good it feels.”

“Sure, but still…”

“Val? Do you think maybe your boyfriend would be okay with it? I mean, you do it to him all the time don’t you?”

“Oh he definitely would be fine with it,” Valencia laughed, “I just don’t know if I’m fine with it.”

Claire put a considerate hand to her shoulder, “That’s valid, we understand that.”

“But where are we going to find—“

“We could use my husband.” Miranda blurted out. Her face turned crimson when all the girls turned to her in shock. “I-I mean…if he’s okay with it. I’ll have to check with him first…”

******

“So let me get this straight…” Jack said incredulously, “you’re asking me if you can have a bunch of college girls come over to the house, put me in a diaper, and practice playing with me and my…parts?” 

Miranda felt stupid even asking. Jack was looking at her like she was practically the dumbest person on the planet. 

Then he burst into raucous laughter. “Uh…yea.” He chuckled, “yea, i’m pretty sure i’m very much okay with that!!”

To be Continued...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I just posted the brand new Chapter 3 of this story over on SubStar!! If you'd like to read it, I'd really appreciate your support! As always, thank you so much for your time and attention to read my writings. It really means a lot to me. Thank you so much, and have the best of days!

#abc degree #abcdegree #WSB Story

[phantomgrimalkin]

@moonwatermicrofics Day 22, Prompt: Pain Soulmate Shadow AU-  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Word count: 460, Rating: G

It was not as obvious for the first years that an upperclassman disappeared with regularity. What Regulus noticed, was the times that Remus would need a cane, when he winced as he moved. This took up about one week every month, as the moon approached fullness and then waned. Despite being more tuned into the full moon due to the lycanthropic nature of his soulmate, that alone may not have been enough for Regulus to realize.

But Remus was Sirius’s besf friend and Severus kept hissing about his suspicions, so Regulus noticed. By Halloween Regulus was pulling his brother into an empty classroom.

“Your friend is a werewolf, isn’t he?” Regulus hissed softly, despite being hidden behind the privacy charms they’d learned from their family, which the Ministry itself couldn’t hope to infiltrate.

Sirius had gone pale, rubbed his face with his hands, and nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Regulus asked, feeling hurt. They used to be so close, it felt like it was the two of them against hte world. Then Sirius had gone to Hogwarts, found his bloody soulmate and now he was keeping secrets like this.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” Sirius said quietly, “I didn’t tell him that your soulmate is a werewolf, either, I couldn’t justify telling you.”

“Couldn’t- I mean-” Regulus blushed, crossing his arms, “Did you not consider he could be…?” he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Sirius shook his head, “He doesn’t have a soulmate. His shadow is his own profile. He thought it was a werewolf thing- I accidentally revealed I knew someone whose soulmate is a werewolf…” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Oh,” Regulus said quietly, blinking as his eyes suddenly began stinging and he felt an awful, sinking in his stomach, “That’s awful.” 

“Yeh,” Sirius agreed, “Happens sometimes, doesn’t it? Shame, really, he’s a pretty nice bloke… Definitely deserves a soulmate more than bloody Lucius…” he wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought of the pompous Malfoy heir who was soulmate to, and utterly besotted with, their cousin Narcissa.

“Mm,” Regulus agreed, then shook himself, because it didn’t matter, “Does it cause him pain?”

“Oh- er- yeh,” Sirius said, wincing, “He, erm, well, he’s kept somewhere safe, so he can’t hurt anyone else- but the wolf hurts itself and the transformation’s pretty bad and, ehm, he got bit on the hip so that injury affects how he walks…” he shrugged and looked down, “He probably wouldn’t like me telling you that. But. Yeah. He spends a few days in the Hospital Wing each month.”

“That’s awful,” Regulus said, thinking about his own soulmate, realizing whoever it was likely suffered the same way. He swallowed thickly and Sirius hugged him.

“I know,” Sirius said sadly, squeezing Regulus close, “Madam Pomfrey does her best...“ he sighed, “I don’t know what to do for him.”

Regulus nodded, clinging to his brother, cursing the unfairness of the situation. ((I've tagged all these posts with #soulmate shadow au so hopefully you can find them more easily!))

#remus lupin #harry potter fanfiction #marauders #sirius black #regulus black #regulus x remus #moonwater #remus x regulus #black brothers #moonwatermicrofics #soulmate shadow au

[nite-puff]

Favourite head-canons for your favourite ships/characters?

okay let me itemize this.

kiyotaka: my pr scheme headcanon. i love that headcanon for thematic reasons, and just think of the possibilities if taka ever finds out about it. if anyone wants to read up on it, here’s the link.

mondo: i love him being crafty. idk how much this counts as a headcanon because it’s pretty backed up by canon, but i digress. i love him being in touch with his artistic side. i want him to whittle and make wooden sculptures while he pursues carpentry. i want him to expand his experience in embroidery to other fiber arts. i want him to paint on walls and canvases like he would on his motorcycle. i want him to experiment with makeup outside of his eyeliner. HES JUST HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO BE AN ARTIST BUT HE WONT LET HIMSELF INDULGE IN IT. LET HIM BE CRAFTY.

takemichi: i love giving him survivor’s guilt after he finds out about what happened to mondo and the rest of the diamonds. he’s the last crazy diamond standing and if that doesn’t take the ultimate toll on him, then i don’t know what will. especially since his whole deal in the gang was to protect mondo. finding out mondo died, even if there was no way for him to interfere, convinces him that he failed his one job. and hearing that the diamonds have all died, EVEN if there was no way for him to interfere, convinces him that he failed the owadas even more by being a shit leader and not protecting them while mondo was at hope’s peak. i wonder what that mindset will do to him. mentally. HES SO NORMAL GUYS. anyway.

okay now to dynamic stuff

ishimondo: yes, physical touch and general acts of service will mean so much to them when they’re together, but i need to zero in on the act of cooking specifically. the act of cooking for one another is so special for them. like growing up, both mondo and kiyotaka had a tricky/bad relationship with food (with kiyotaka not having money to eat anything other than his typical rice balls and mondo not eating much due to body image issues and needing to “stay in shape”) so reaching that time in their lives when food becomes a comfort to them (due in part because of their influence on each other) is going to be so special. they know each other’s favorite foods and will cook for each other, they’ll make time to cook together and enjoy that quality time. and if they have some extra money to spend, they’ll go out and try something new with each other. i could probably make this sound better if you give me some time but just know that they get each other to appreciate food so much more and see if as something more than just a task to get done or a nuisance they have to deal with.

mondo and michi (platonic): the ultimate besties, what can i say?? michi had to deal with all the times mondo had a crush and was rejected by said crush. he practically became the ultimate shoulder to lean on as they grew up and mondo’s feelings only got bigger. when mondo would tell michi that he was gonna confess one day, michi would already be prepared with movies and snacks to help mondo get over the rejection (it’s not like michi had no faith in mondo. he just knew the chances of mondo actually getting a date were low. he’s seen how he gets when he’s nervous. he’s just being realistic). i recently came up with the scenario of how they would deal with valentine’s day. mondo would always be disappointed he didn’t get any chocolates by the end of the school day, but would never say it out loud. and michi is always tired by the end of the day with him having to lug around his bag of chocolates he’s received and having to dodge any potential confessions he saw coming (and rejecting the ones he didn’t see coming). mondo always tries to avoid talking about how he feels when he sees michi after school, but michi always catches onto mondo’s sourness. he just offers his chocolates to share with mondo without saying another word about how either of their days went. mondo always appreciates it. and they spend the rest of their day winding down and watching movies while downing michi’s entire stash (mondo always ends up having more because he has a bigger sweet tooth. michi doesn’t mind).

anyways yeah uhhh… idk if these headcanons are my most favorite (i love them all, don’t get me wrong) but they were the first ones to come to mind. hope y’all like them.

#ramblepuff #askpuff #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #takemichi yukimaru #ishimondo #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #AUGHHHHH!!! ​i love talking about the sillies!!!! they’re so-

[yooglefics]

Intentions don’t mean much.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!partner Wordcount: 670 words Genre: Angst. Hurt / comfort. Established relationship. Song drabble. Summary: Yoongi is having some bad days and, in the end, deciding to keep it to himself to not worry his partner is not the best idea. More info under read more.

Includes: Mentions of bad mental health, implied depression. Nothing too dark but Yoongi overthinks a lot. Lack of communication. Author's note: A little drable inspired by The Craving ( Jenna's version ) because I just had to write something after listening to it. Is pretty short but I kind of like it as is, because it can be read with the song in the background uwu. Hope you like it! If you do please remember to leave a reblog, like, follow, comment or send an ask, donate on ko-fi and what not. As always, thank you for reading <3

He is scared of putting too much weight on her shoulders, of driving her crazy because of his thoughts, and fears; the problems in his head, the ones that don't even have anything to do with her.

On bad days he tries to be reassuring. Holding her hand while sharing a cup of coffee and cuddling with her on the couch. Yes, it’s a bit selfish because it does good to him too, knowing she is with him even when his psyche reminds him of the possibility that they, too, are part of something temporary. That it could end sooner than expected, which is not much to say since he doesn't want it to end at all.

Is not that he doesn't believe she loves him, of course not. He believes everything she says, even the little conspiracy theories she rambles about at night in their bedroom. But, his brain tells him, life is unpredictable and the world goes around and around and around and…

When it gets too bad he spends most hours of the day in his studio. Even sleeps (or at least tries to) there. She brings him lunch and he kisses her cheek or forehead, sweetly and full of love. An attempt to not worry her.

Some nights, as he lays on the leather couch, he hopes she will knock on the door, looking for him and asking him to come to bed. He would say yes, even if that meant just playing with her hair as she fell asleep on his chest while he lays with his eyes open and his mind never shooting down.

But it doesn’t happen. 

Is still dark outside when he hears her socket steps against the wooden floors, the beeps and trumps of the coffee machine following close behind, and he decides to join. 

“Isn't it too early for coffee?” he asks, leaning in the doorway.

“Is six, just one hour early.”

“Oh.” 

“How did you sleep?”

He keeps quiet, a bit confused with himself as to how he didn't realize so much time passed.

“Did you sleep?” She asks instead, tone different this time and he doesn't like something in it.

“Don't worry about it.” He tries to dismiss, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder while they wait for the melancholy sounds announcing their beverage is ready.

But a sniff comes instead.

It takes a second for his tired brain to register it, yet is quick to react when she tries to move away, hugging her firmly against his chest. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Is silly.” she murmurs back.

“Tell me anyway?”

“Is just… after so long, I don’t know a lot about you still. And I wish I did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry about it. I don’t know what just—” 

“Hey,” he softly calls out, turning her around as he looks for her gaze, “don’t apologize for it. Is on me, I’m going through some shit but I’m okay.”

She worries her lip between her teeth before asking, “Have you slept at all in the last few days?”

“A little bit.” Pretty vague, not wanting to bring concern around his insomia. But her eyes get glossy again and his open in surprise. In realization that doing that is what is upsetting her. He hates that. “I slept a couple hours yesterday after lunch, maybe that’s why I’m still awake.”

“You aren't tired then?”

A different kind, he thinks. And considers answering that while she fixes his head, but he still isn't sure. “Maybe you just need to do that for a while so I don't wake up until tomorrow.”

That makes her smile and her eyes fall to his again. But is hard to ignore the bags under them and the bigger issues. “I'm going to the store later, I'll bring you that tea we saw the other day. We can drink that before going to bed and see if it helps. Deal?”

“Deal.”

♡ Tag list: @n33mesis , @sexytholland , @mggv97 , @wobblewobble822 , @bbou-doir , @m00njinnie , @itsmina29 , @nariee02 , @ktownshizzle .

➪ Masterlist | ➪ Pinned | ➪ Ko-fi | ➪ tell me what you think! ♡ Tag list. | ➪ General updates | ➪ Requests

#( writing. ) #( Intentions don't mean much ) #min yoongi drabble #min yoongi song drabble #min yoongi oneshot #min yoongi one shot #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi scenarios #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fic #min yoongi angst #min yoongi comfort #min yoongi x f!reader #min yoongi x fem!reader #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x oc #yoongi drabble #yoongi song drabble #yoongi oneshot #yoongi one shot #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi angst #yoongi x fem!reader #yoongi x f!reader #yoongi x reader

[faramirsonofgondor]

they're adults having a casual, light hearted conversation about their past traumas. bucks sexuality has been treated with nothing but respect. this is honestly the first hint of buck and tommys sex life that we've even seen ? its telling that the minute they reference sex, dozens of fans are quick to call it 'disturbing'. "well if it were me-" AH but it wasn't, it didn't happen to you, it happened to buck and he laughed at his cute boyfriends flirty joke. so. idk maybe calm down and go talk gay people in real life and realize joking about a possible daddy kink is not indicative of an abusive relationship or whatever the fuck

When did I ever call Tommy abusive?? And like I said my main issue isn’t with their sex life or them talking about it. I don’t have any issues with people who have daddy/mommy kinks either because I have them too??? Also I’m literally gay and have conversations with many different types of queer people all the time so I honestly don’t know what you’re on about. My main issue isn’t even with Tommy himself it’s with the writers and show-runners and how they’ve framed this relationship. Just because their relationship isn’t abusive doesn’t make it a good relationship. Just because Buck smiles/laughs doesn’t mean he’s actually okay with the way he’s being treated. Throughout the show, time and time again, we have seen that Buck lets people walk over him and his feelings, especially in his romantic relationships.

When I say they’ve fetishized Buck’s sexuality, I’m not talking about them making jokes about Bucks sex life or whatever, I’m talking about how they only seem to show Buck & Tommy having chemistry in a sexual setting. There’s nothing with Buck & Tommy wanting to have sex with each other but the way they frame it makes seem like Buck and Tommy have no use for each other besides making out and having sex. I think it’s wrong that they’re portraying their relationship this way. Even in Buck’s other romantic relationships, despite how disastrous most of them ended up, they still had actual emotional chemistry with each other and it was clear that they were fond of each other for the majority of their relationship.

In the very short amount of screen time Buck & Tommy’s relationship gets this season, the majority of it is spent with Tommy being snide and rude to Buck, disregarding his feelings, or them kissing and making out with each other. Buck may be totally with that in the show, but I think it’s a disturbing way to portray Buck’s first MLM relationship, especially in comparison to Bucks other relationships. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth that none of the writers can have Tommy spend at least one minute of time to comfort Buck or be gentle with him - the closest we got to that was at the restaurant when Tommy said “I guess it’s just me that makes you nervous”.

I think it’s reasonable for people to be upset that the writers are basically reducing their relationship down to sexual tension and snide/rude remarks and I think that it has negative implications on the way that they and other people view MLM relationships. Like are they trying to say that all that MLM relationships are is just being bitchy, smiling at each other, and getting sexual??? I don’t understand what they’re trying to do or portray with this relationship but it doesn’t come across well.

Furthermore what you said about it “it being telling” that people are calling disturbing is completely discounting most of what I said in my previous post. Because it’s not about their sex life. It’s about the timing and framing of their relationship. I don’t think many people would view it as “casual” or “lighthearted” and it’s not really about “past traumas” when Buck was bringing up the fact that Bobby literally just died and was resuscitated?? Buck saying Bobby was the father he never had was him opening up and being vulnerable (even if it may have been said in a lighter tone), and they could’ve have Tommy say something like “Well tonight must’ve been really hard for you.” or “This must be really stressful for you.” Instead they essentially had him say “well your actual dad is still alive so”. Which is not a healthy response to that kind of comment.

And again, just because Buck laughed at Tommy’s joke doesn’t mean that Tommy constantly brushing Bucks feelings aside is okay. Being happy in a relationship does not make it a healthy or good one. Buck was happy with all his previous exes and yet the majority of the fandom calls them toxic, disgusting, rude, disrespectful, etc. It’s weird to me that Buck can’t even open up to Tommy without him making a thoughtless or snide remark.

When I said “I would’ve done…” in last post it was to demonstrate what a healthy conversation and setting boundaries should like in a relationship, and that the writers could’ve taken a healthier approach to Buck and Tommy’s relationship. Like I said, I think it’s weird that the writers decided to portray Bucks first MLM relationship with no emotional chemistry and only sexual chemistry. I don’t think they’ve handled this storyline respectfully at all, especially considering all of Bucks previous relationships had scenes where they actually built on their relationship together and we never get that with Buck & Tommy’s. Their relationship had the potential to develop with around the same amount of screen-time as Abby & Bucks but the writers didn’t go that direction. Buck and Tommy’s relationship had potential to be good and healthy but the writers haven’t done anything to show that it is. Everything good in their relationship is “implied” or happens off screen and I think that’s a really shitty way to develop a relationship, so excuse me if I don’t “calm down” about this.

#911 abc #911 show #911 fox #911 #911 fandom #911 season 7 #911 s7 #911 speculation #911 spoilers #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard