#and what is a funny character you write about if not another piece of yourself?

[cerise-on-top]

Hugging, Kissing and Cuddling HCs for König

I'm trying to see him in another light again after everything I've seen about him, so I decided I'd write something fluffy and nice for him. And then came the realization I never wrote some HCs like these for him in my original posts, so I decided I'd change that! He's Austrian, so naturally I have to love him!

When it comes to hugging someone, König is a bit hesitant. Considering he’s not the most physically affectionate person out there, it’s almost an honor to be receiving an unprompted hug from him. Whether his hugs are long or short depends on the occasion: If he’s proud of you for accomplishing something, then the hug will be rather short lived. Though, he might pick you up and spin you around until you’re dizzy. If you’re sad and need some comfort then his hugs could last a while. He’s not the best with words, he prefers to listen to other people, but if he knows a hug is what usually helps you then he’s willing to do so. Despite being a big and strong lad his hugs are surprisingly gentle, he’s worried about crushing you. He could put his all into them, but then you’d likely end up with a few broken ribs and he doesn’t want that to happen. König is also surprisingly warm, so receiving a hug from him is a rare, but nice experience. Although he does go rigid at the beginning, not knowing what to do, but relaxes into the hug eventually.

Again, he’s not a very physically affectionate person, but isn’t opposed to the occasional peck on the cheek or on your lips either. There is some anxiety whether you’d actually want a kiss from him or not, so he doesn’t kiss you very often, even if you do reassure him that it’s quite alright. He’s a bit tense at first when he presses a kiss to your lips, but calms down eventually. It’s especially bad during the beginning of your relationship, but he’s since gotten better at being calm about it. Since there’s a good chance he’s taller than you he loves giving you a kiss on the forehead. It’s a small but sweet gesture. He doesn’t need to bend down entirely to reach you but he still gets to be affectionate with you. However, if you’re on the taller side, or just as tall as he is, then he’d love to receive kisses to his temple from you. It makes him smile every time you do it. If he’s in the mood for receiving a kiss then he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and nudge you a bit. Or try to get his head in your closer vicinity. Kind of like that one bunny video where the bunny stretches to receive some kisses.

Cuddles with him are a bit more common than hugs actually. However, he refuses to lay down on top of you. If you’re shorter and weaker than him then there’s no chance he’ll put his weight on you, he’s just that afraid of hurting you. If you’re taller or just more muscular, then he might, but he’s still a rather heavy lad. Most he’ll do is put his head on your shoulder while you’re cuddling in bed and are both lying down. Although it’d be a lie to say he doesn’t want to be held. König is alright with being the one to hold you, but sometimes he would prefer to be the little spoon as well. That urge gets especially bad if you’re roughly the same size as him. Sometimes just nuzzling into your chest does the trick for him as well, though. Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair as he does so. Another thing he adores is you sleeping on his chest as he holds you. He gets to hold you close, he gets to protect you and he gets to doze off a bit himself, it’s bliss to him. Sometimes he leans down to press a kiss to your head and accidentally wakes you up like that. He feels bad about it and apologizes profusely, but does chuckle a bit when he sees your disheveled hair and your tired expression that shows you just woke up.

#cod #cod x reader #konig #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #he actually kind of scares me these days even if I don't want that to happen in the slightest so I'm trying to desensitize myself again #I know people always joke about fanon könig vs canon könig but I think I will write him a bit softer with his s/o again #just to combat all those awful things I've seen about him that I don't want to be true and that I also want to forget about #könig is a big lad so I knew from the beginning I wanted him to be good at hugging because this is self indulgent #I feel like if it weren't for his anxiety he'd be much much cuddlier #because that's the case with me even if I have other things going on as well #and what is a funny character you write about if not another piece of yourself? #I've put so much of myself into some of these characters and yet people keep requesting them so I must be doing something right #it's more fun that way as well when you put your characters through something you've gone through. more relatable too #but I think that's something pretty much every writer does. that's why some requests are so difficult to write #I got one about marrying Laswell and Nikolai and that was a difficult request for me because the last wedding I went to #was my parents' and that was almost 18 years ago. man time flies I was 4 years old back then #so naturally I don't remember much either. But I tried and that's what's important! #either way please enjoy this piece of fluff I wrote today!

[ellecdc]

Hi gorggg can i request an angst wolfstar fic where reader is kind of insecure of her placement within their relationship? like they’re both so close already and she’s a new addition so she kinda just feels out of place.

thank you for your amazing writing!! doing the world a favor❤️❤️❤️

Hey babes! Thanks SO much for the request 'cause truly, this is my shit. Now, I have to admit that I'm obsessed with these fics that have the same vibe by moonstruckme (poly!marauders) and super-clearlysaltybouquet (poly!wolfstar), so really, they're the blueprints/inspiration for this piece

also...I'm a whore for hurt/comfort. But you asked for ANGST...so I've given you only angst and no comfort. If you want comfort, you'll have to ask for a part two 💖 hope you love it!!! UPDATE: part two is here.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: insecurities in relationship, feeling out of place, angst, hurt no comfort

It felt silly, really, to feel as sad as you did. You were currently sitting with two boys who you’ve been basically in love with for so long - two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and on the outside you were sure this looked like a really lovely moment.

It just didn’t feel very lovely. 

You didn’t think your discontentedness stemmed from anything the boys had done in particular, but even seeing the way they instinctively leaned closer to one another when anyone else approached the three of you left you feeling like an outsider looking in.

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just your insecurities showing.

Or maybe…maybe…the three of you had made a mistake.

Maybe you weren’t cut out for polyamory; it certainly wasn’t for the weak, and it certainly wasn’t easy being the newest addition to the relationship. 

You felt lost in most conversations, missing key information that inside jokes, years of friendship, and living together in the same tower - the same dorm room – led to. It felt as though they were fluent in a language you were only starting to pick up, and you didn’t want them to have to slow down for your sake. You didn’t want one of them to have to play the role of translator just for your benefit. 

But then, why were you here?

You weren’t calm, relaxed, and witty like Remus. And you weren’t funny, exciting, and energetic like Sirius. They seemed to already balance each other out perfectly; maybe that’s why it felt so easy to fall into the role of a background character in your own relationship.

There was a brief ‘honeymoon’ period to your relationship; a time of public proclamations, handholding and PDA, dates, and spending every moment the three of you could together.

It was exciting.

And then it was less exciting – not to you, never to you - but it seemed to be that way for them.

Suddenly, it was dates and then them returning to their dorm – back home – without you. It was silent conversations with nothing but a look between the two of them that didn’t include you in the slightest. It was professors announcing partner projects, and them pairing together immediately which was fine, you told yourself, because you always partnered with Shelby anyway and that’s the way it had always been before.

Before. 

This is the way it had always been before. 

So, what were you doing here, exactly? What were you doing sitting on a blanket near the Black Lake with a book in your hand, while Sirius’ hand gripped around your ankle gently as Remus played with Sirius’ hair from where his head was laying in his lap, whilst Sirius and Remus talked about pranks, something funny that James said, and setting Peter up with some Hufflepuff girl? 

You could tell you were being insecure… that you were overthinking this. You could tell you were being unreasonable because every so often, Sirius’ hand wouldn’t just be resting around your ankle, but he would squeeze it gently or rub his thumb across your Achilles tendon as if to convince himself that you were still here; still real. And every so often, Remus would move his gaze from where it laid on his own book or away from Sirius whom he was speaking with to look at you… check on you… confirm you were still there; still okay. 

They cared. They had to, right? Cared that you were here? They wouldn’t have asked you otherwise, surely. They wouldn’t be making the effort to keep a hand on you, or their eyes on you. Surely, they would never have decided to open their relationship to include you in it.

But there it was…the truth.

It was their relationship. And they’d opened it up for you.

It should be the second part of that sentence that spoke to you the most, but in your mind and insecurities, the second seemed like the whole truth. 

This was their relationship.

You shouldn’t be here.

“You still with us, dove?” Remus asked gently, distracting you from your musings. You suddenly realized that your book you were holding had fallen limply into your lap and you were staring unseeingly at the Black Lake. The boys had apparently paused their conversation to look at you, and Sirius’ thumb continued its tender caressing of the soft of your joint.

“Yeah.” You said, but it came out scratchy. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out for a second.”

Sirius wiggled your ankle. “Daydreaming again, huh? About us I bet.” He teased with a wink. 

You wiggled your ankle back at him as he leaned his head up from Remus’ lap, lips puckered in an ask (a demand) for a kiss.

This may be fleeting, so who were you to deny him?

You leaned forward on one hand, the other still holding your book, and pressed a kiss to the black-haired boy’s lips. He smiled into it and let you go all too willingly as you leaned back and tried to focus on your book. 

The air around you began to feel heavy before the sound of distant thunder permeated your hearing.

“Damn, I guess Scottish weather isn’t very reliable, hm?” Remus said as he began packing up his things.

“It’s too bad.” Sirius murmured as he began to stand. “I was having a nice time out here with you two.”

You smiled back at him as he extended a hand to help you up.

“We’re still on for a study date tomorrow after dinner, right?” He asked you when you were at your full height.

“Yeah, sure. If you guys will have me.” You responded shyly, hating that you even hinted at any of your insecurities.

Sirius scoffed in response, but it was Remus who answered. “’Course we do, dove. We’re looking forward to it.”

You felt like you should be a little embarrassed at the way your heart fluttered hopefully at the sentiment, but you focused instead on Sirius’ smile and Remus’ soft eyes as the three of you made your way back to the castle. 

You hadn’t seen the boys at all today. You unfortunately slept through your alarm, making you miss breakfast completely; generally, you’d sit with Sirius, Remus, and their friends at the Gryffindor table. The two of them were no shows for lunch, so you opted to sit with Shelby instead. And it was Friday, and on Friday’s you didn’t share any classes with them, meaning by the time you made it to dinner, you’d not seen or heard from them at all.

“Hey James.” You commented as you headed towards James, Lily, and Regulus sitting at the Slytherin table. “Have you seen Rem or Sirius at all today?” Of course, you knew that he had, he lived with them.

James seemed to grimace slightly, but the expression was fleeting before he was smiling at you again. 

He knew something you didn’t.

“The last I heard they were talking about your study date tonight.” He offered. You could tell he was putting on an extra show of enthusiasm for your benefit. You tried to be grateful for it, but it left a sour taste in your mouth, nonetheless.

“Okay, thank you.” You said as you turned to head to find a seat with Shelby. 

“Oh, Y/N.” Lily called after you. “You’re welcome to sit with us, if you’d like?”

You grinned gratefully at Lily as she smiled kindly at you, even though your heart clenched on account of the clearly pitying offer. Was it as obvious to everyone else as it was to you that you were so out of place with Remus and Sirius? Could they all see it too?

“That’s alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You called as you walked away.

The boys weren’t avoiding you, were they? Surely, they would have said something to you if there was a problem.

Although, perhaps they wouldn’t, seeing as you had clearly been spiraling for some time now and have yet to discuss it with them.

Would they even meet you in the library later? Certainly, they would have said if something came up…if you needed to reschedule.

No. 

You were obviously being silly. You hadn’t seen them all day, but they hadn’t seen you either – it was just a coincidence. You were fine.

Except you weren’t fine. Because it was about seven minutes after the time you had agreed to meet them before the boys joined you in the library. Remus offered you a hasty “sorry we’re late, dove” and a squeeze of your shoulder before taking a place at the table across from you, and Sirius pecked a quick kiss into your hair and sat beside you without saying a word.

It was painfully awkward. You’d asked them how their days were – Remus answered for the both of them before he asked you how yours was in turn.

After two more (failed) attempts on your part to make conversation, the rest of the study session was spent in silence. And not a comfortable silence.

It was the kind of silence that had you checking your surroundings every so often. The kind of silence that made you feel as if bugs were crawling over your skin.

Every time you looked across at Remus, he seemed to be shooting concerned glances over at Sirius. Every time you looked in your periphery at Sirius, you could see he was zoned out, eyes rimmed and red like he’d been crying or angrily rubbing at them. 

If something was wrong, they would have told you – right?

If they were regretting being with you, they wouldn’t have shown - right? 

If they were going to break up with you, they wouldn’t do it in the library of all places.

Right?

Your musings were interrupted when Sirius let out a sharp breath and closed his book unceremoniously. 

“Sorry guys, I’m not feeling the best. I think I’m going to pack it up.”

Remus immediately perked up, looking like he was ready to pack up too. “Okay, do you want company?”

Do you want me to come with you?

“No, that’s alright. Don’t let me impede your studying. I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?”

I’ll talk to you more in our dorm room when we’re alone, Remus.

“Sorry, sweets. I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your neck. 

“Okay, I hope you feel better.” You offered as you awkwardly pat his arms. He gave you a half-hearted smile before quickly exiting the library.

Once his figure disappeared from your vision, you turned back to see Remus still looking towards the way Sirius just left; he was still poised as if he was ready to pack up and go after him.

You suddenly felt guilty…because if you weren’t here, he would be going… He’d be going after his boyfriend and comforting him through…whatever he’s going through.

So now, here you were keeping Remus from where he really wanted to be, and Sirius from having the support that he needs…that he deserves.

My gods, you’ve made such a terrible mistake. How did the three of you not notice?

“Sorry about that, love.” Remus mentioned quietly, offering you a half smile. “He…he got a letter from his family today. He doesn’t really talk about it with people.”

He talked about it with you, though.

“It usually takes him a day or two to sort it out before he comes back to us.”

You mean back to you, James, and Peter…

“I’ll talk to him.”

When you leave me…to go to him.

You hated even feeling petulant about it. One of the things you loved about these boys was how much they loved each other. The trust, the affection, the care…you had just hoped that somehow, you’d get to enjoy those things too.

You offered him the best smile you could muster as you turned back towards your book. You could no longer make the words out as your vision blurred, tears threatening to spill out over the arithmancy calculations spread below you. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to Remus, not to Sirius…and certainly not to yourself. You deserved better, all three of you did. 

You were being selfish, inserting yourself into their relationship like this; demanding things from them that they didn’t owe you.

“You know what,” you offered quietly, clearing your throat as your voice came out scratchy, grating along the lump lodged in your throat. “I think I’ve gotten enough studying done for tonight.”

You stood and started piling your things together. 

“Oh…are, are you sure?” Remus asked like he was willing to argue, but he too was standing and starting to pack his bag – eager to get to his dorm and check on Sirius. 

“Yeah, I did some work on it at dinner as well.”

Remus grimaced slightly at that.

“I’m sorry dove, really. The three of us clearly haven’t had a great day. I’ll talk to Sirius, and I promise we’ll all be back in sync in no time.”

You looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.

Back in sync.

Were we ever in sync to begin with?

“Can I walk you to your dorm?” He asked as he made to move around the table, but he paused at you quickly shaking your head.

“No, no I’m alright. I can find my way.” You tried to joke, but it fell flat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. No, don’t worry about it just – uhm – just make sure he’s okay for me, yeah?” You asked as you walked backwards to the door. Remus must’ve picked up something in your tone, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You quickly wiped away a stray tear that found its way out of your water line and gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

This was better, you thought, let everyone out of their misery.

“’Course. I’ll, uhm, I’ll see you around, Lupin.”

And you left. 

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x you #wolfstar #poly!wolfstar x you #poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar x reader #poly wolfstar #angst #ellecdc fics

[crazyk-imagine]

Mean

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jared Cameron, Embray Call, Tiny Tim (made up)

Warnings: Reader knows about the supernatural, implications of dead parent, ex's inspire people, Sam and Emily are adorable, am I making them my favorites bc of the way I write them lol, Paul and Reader are adorable, Paul is a little shit, so is Embry and Jared, no one can act normal around a sassy person

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: Was I listening to Mean by Taylor Swift? You can't prove anything

I've had this ready for a week, but shit kept happening at work man ughhhhhh

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It was meant to be, or so you thought.

You blink, staring at the ceiling not sure why your ex came to mind.

He was partial to the reason for your move the gloomy town (which you enjoyed more than the sunny state you were in) but not the entire reason.

If only your mom could see you now, working hard and still keeping true to who you are.

You push yourself out of bed, needing to get started on your day.

-

You finish up and jot down another line, knowing it's slowly turned into a "revenge" song.

You exit your place and hop in your truck, heading down to your favorite person's place.

"Emily, your other honey is home."

Sam lets out a dry laugh. "Funny as always."

"I know, it's one of the perks of being my friend."

"Are going to do..." You snatch a muffin from the tray. "Sam things?"

The couple glance at one another, curious if you know.

"Yeah, we won't be back till later-" He doesn't finish as the boys burst through the door. Almost all ignore you, not aware of your presence.

You mumble, "now I know why you're ready to feed an army."

The boys freeze, all conversations stopping. "Uh-"

"Who's the girl?" Jared asks, snaking a muffin.

You raise a brow, picking at the muffin, breaking it into bite size pieces. "What a question."

"Who's the sassy girl?" The same guy asks.

"How do you deal with idiots?"

Emily snickers, scanning over the pack for their expressions.

"Good thing Paul's not here or else he'd flip a lid," Embry mutters.

You push yourself off the stool and grab your bag. "Later, Em. Bye bye, Sammy."

You wave them off before glancing at the group. "Such an interesting... gang you have here."

You spin around, smirking to yourself, not wanting to let the cat (wolf) out of its bag. "I heard there's going to be a full moon tonight."

Or maybe you don't care if they know you know.

"Does she-"

The door slams shut.

You shake your head, smirking to yourself, proud of your teasing. You bump into a body, not entirely paying attention. "Sorry." You pass by the person and hop in your car, not realizing the electricity he felt in that simple touch.

You look up after putting your keys in the ignition, only to find a dark pair of eyes on yours.

The subtle feeling through your body alerts you.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." You have to force your gaze away from his. "Please don't be able to read lips. Oh, crap. They can hear." You start pulling out and make it back to your house.

-

Weeks go by and you screen another one of Emily's calls.

"I'll call her when this passes," you mutter, writing another line. You slam your pencil down, "who am I kidding? It's never going to stop."

You don't want to answer her and send another lie.

Boo Thang #2 <;3

'Sorry, not feeling good. Will text later.' 2:59pm Sent Read

A knock on your door surprises you.

You carefully make your way to the door, scanning through the peephole. Your back's flat against the door. "Why the hell is he here?"

"We need to talk."

"I don't think so."

"You know more than you let on."

"So?"

"We need to talk."

"Can I just call you?"

"No, Emily's been trying for days, and it hasn't worked. Let me in."

You scoff, "not with that attitude."

He growls under his breath, "fine. Please let me in?"

"No."

"You're testing my patience."

"Go test it out with someone else."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"You gotta be more specific bud."

"I don't like that name."

"Bud?"

"Stop it."

You smirk, "bud."

He knocks on your door with more force, trying to get one of your neighbors to come out so they can tell him to stop and make you let him in.

You snarl as the door swings open, "stop it you, idiot." You yank him in, earning a confident smirk from him.

"I don't like this look on you. You think you've won."

"Who says I haven't?"

"Me. I am the one who decides since this is my place."

"Living here alone? Really?"

You shrug, "parents died."

"Oh," he clears his throat, "sorry."

"It's fine. Not your fault."

"So, uh- what do you know?"

"I used to visit when I was a kid and heard the stories because of my cousin."

"You know?"

"That we happen to be united forever essentially, kind of hard not to, not gonna lie."

"Are you upset?"

You furrow your brows, "what do you mean?"

"Your imprints with the hothead. The one with "anger" issues. The list goes on." His brows furrow in annoyance, the pout on his lip making him look... cute.

"Who?"

He shocked you don't know who he is. "Lahote?"

"Paul?" You ask, not entirely sure if you got the right name or not.

"Oh, so you do know."

He sighs, "great."

"Barely, I just remember your guy's names from the elders at the meetings."

"How long has it been since you were in town?"

You shrug, "few years. I haven't been out of the house as much since my life went to crap," you offer a sarcastic smile.

"I feel like I've brought the mood down, do you- do you want to go out? I know this one place with uh- with decent music." He tells you the name and it takes all of you to not smile.

"Let's go, but we take my car."

He lets out a dramatic sigh, "fine."

-

You two arrive half an hour before you have to go on stage.

You make up an excuse and say you're going to be right back, needing to use the little girl's room.

"Next up, is one of our favorites," the mc, Tiny Tim (your favorite guy there) announces.

You walk across stage, confusing Paul but not Emily and Sam (who told him to take you there if he got far enough). They cheer you on while listening to your song.

All you are is mean And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

You make it back to your seat beside your wolf.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

You shrug, not liking the attention on you.

"That was- that was amazing."

"It was nothing."

"No- no, that was really good." Emily sneaks up behind you. "And that's saying something, Paul doesn't like to use his words to express his emotions."

The man frowns. "We get it. We get it."

You roll your eyes, "stop it, you two."

-

You two make it back your place. "I should at least drop you off."

He shakes his head, "I'm not that far from you."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"Then believe ne when I say I can run and not get tired."

You narrow your eyes before turning your head to hide your chuckle. "Get out of here, you idiot."

You hear him close the door and stare into the woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

The only wolf standing between the path of trees sticks out and you know it's him.

You shake your head, going into your home. "Idiot."

You swear you hear him huff.

#twilight #twilight wolfpack #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote imagines #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote x you #paul lahote x reader #crazyk-imagine

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — BEING VULNERABLE WITH YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they show their trust .

#. characters! — jumin, zen (hyun), yoosung, saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — slight angst.

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — come join my discord server? it's newly opened with a fantasy bakery theme! we have emojis from genshin impact, honkai star rail, sanrio, overwatch, pokemon, mystic messenger, and more! a collection of funny stickers, channels to promote yourself, meet new friends, share your writing/art, + lots more! plus, our staff is very chill and friendly! we'd love to see you there! <;33

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

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[atthebell-moved]

hi, i completely agree that the fandom has a problem with misogyny and often fails at self-introspection. my question is, do you have any resources/tips/thoughts on how to be better about it? even, how to recognize it in yourself the first place? "ok i'll stop being a misogynist now" is a lot easier said than done, especially for people who might not be that educated on the subject, and majority of the people in this fandom are quite young as well.

this is long as fuck and possibly somewhat incoherent bc it took so long to write but i did my best

my biggest tip for people who don't know much about misogyny is to look at your own behavior and learn how to clock what you're doing as sexist.

are you criticizing a female creator? think about why you're doing it, what the actual beef you have with them is. if it seems to be just a sense of discomfort or thinking they're annoying or overly loud or pushy, think about male ccs who act the same way and why you dont consider them annoying. are you annoyed with them for being on a male cc's stream? why? does it feel like theyre taking up too much attention? do you get annoyed with them for talking too much or flirting with guys? for gaming especially-- do you get annoyed with them for not knowing something or being "bad" at a game? think about why that is and why its just funny when a male cc is bad at games or doesnt know something.

a HUGE problem i see in this fandom is the Madonna-whore complex, repackaged as the little sister-racist dichotomy (kudos to @yourlittlemenace for that phrasing).

if a female cc is deemed to be "playing nice" (doesnt talk too much, is "nice", streams with male ccs but doesnt flirt with them, isn't "overtly sexual"), she's the little sister of the group. all the male ccs "protect" her, she literally folds their laundry, she doesnt call out how people treat her, and the fandom pretends that this is a normal and cool way to treat women who are public figures. this also goes for mom/big sister/etc. if you think you haven't done this, think about all the aus where you've forced puffy into some kind of maternal or sisterly role when it made no sense. then think about how pissed people got when she decided not to be the server therapist and was "mean" to Tommy (in lore, with permission. that she didnt even need to get. see that clip i rbed earlier from her podcast.)

if the fandom decides she doesnt play nice, if she flirts with male ccs too much or stands up for herself or points out how unfair it is that she's being treated this way, she gets demeaned, harassed, and shunned by the fandom. consider, again, puffy. consider how niki flirted with wilbur and talked about misogyny and got called a racist for *checks notes* "speaking to schlatt and fundy" and "not being a native english speaker". she got called a slut and a queerbaiter for kissing another woman despite being bisexual.

consider how hard people went down on hannah for having said the r slur several years back versus how hard they went on dream for the same thing. and how people dug it up as a direct response to her being on stream with dream. consider how every time hannah talks about how unfair it is that the mcc subreddit treats her like trash, she has to delete all her tweets bc they harass her to hell and back and act like she's an asshole for pointing out their hypocrisy.

the fandom doesnt do this across the board; i shouldnt have to say this, but its not an everyone versus no one issue. some people do this outright and loud, some dont seem to realize theyre doing it, and a few people dont do it at all (incredibly rare, i can count on one hand the number of people who genuinely seem to try to avoid these issues, which is why im complaining).

in terms of lore, have you ever once done analysis on a female character? why do you think you haven't? the bechdel-wallace test is an (imperfect) way of gauging how a piece of media ignores women and prioritizes men. think about the fact that there are FOUR female ccs on the DSMP and they are continually ignored in favor of male characters. consider that puffy and aimsey both talked about trying to do genuine lore and getting shafted, either because no one was online and wouldn't put in the effort to stream with them or because they received insane amounts of criticism for breaking anything on the server, despite the clear lack of "no griefing" rules and the precedent that you can blow other people's shit up (tommy leveling one of puffy's builds, amongst many other examples).

a quick thing about ships: have you ever wondered why m/m ships are so popular? the general consensus amongst people who care about feminism and are into fandom studies is that for a long period of time, m/m was hugely popular because women are so rarely written as full and complete characters in any media. so people took to engaging with m/m ships and writing about them because they were the most fulfilling relationships, and because misogyny led them to be predisposed to be uninterested in female characters.

say an m/m ship is incredibly popular, something like, i dunno, john watson and sherlock holmes from bbc sherlock. lets also say the canonical media presents one or both of the characters with a female love interest. how do you think a fandom that prioritizes m/m ships and is primed to be disinterested in women as characters (either because of our society's role in teaching people that women do not matter or because of fandom's history in assuming female characters are not fleshed out) is going to react? if you said theyre going to send undue amounts of criticism her way and act like its an act of homophobia to give a canonically straight character a female love interest, congrats, you've figured out a huge component in fandom misogyny. take this, amplify it over several decades, and add the psychic damage that supernatural gave society. queerbaiting is bad but mistreating female characters in service of nonexistent queer relationships is also bad.

this is relevant in general but i also believe its relevant for the dsmp because of the complete lack of m/f ships. aside from phil and kristin, who are literally married irl and kristin isn't even on the server, there are no m/f ships that involve female creators. this is not, despite what you may think, due to the inherently yaoi nature of minecraft roleplay. this is because the creators, including the male ones, are afraid of the blowback of m/f flirting and how fucking awful people are to female ccs anytime it happens. once again look at niki. as another example, consider how notfounders harassed the living daylights out of mxmtoon for flirting with gnf on twitter. if i was a cc i would avoid it like the plague too considering how happy people are to dig shit up about them or accuse them of being a slut or an attention whore/"pick me girl" for speaking to a man.

one last thing, this is more about fanart than anything else but stop drawing women to look like teenage boys. the amount of fanart i see where i literally cannot tell if someone has drawn niki or tommy is fucking insane. niki has curves. draw her with them. if you cannot draw women or people outside a very specific body type you cannot draw. fatphobia and misogyny have a clear overlap.

i cant think of anything else and ive already spent forever on this. look into feminist media analysis. think twice about how you react to female ccs & female characters. consider not just what characters have interesting stories but who is allowed to have interesting stories. you might be neglecting someone who has a lot going on because you're dismissing a female character as inherently less likely to be interesting. you might not even know someone has an interesting story because the fandom neglects it so completely.

as a final little note: like i said earlier, if you're not familiar with gender & sexuality studies, you may not know this, but homophobia and transphobia are rooted in misogyny. the idea that gender is immutable and rigid is because of the patriarchy. this is why gendered slurs are used against queer people and why queer men in particular get accused of and demeaned for being feminine. your understanding of queerphobia is incomplete without considering how sexism plays a role.

also go read everything rayne fisher-quann has ever written but especially this piece on getting woman'd and listen to you're wrong about

#asks #anons #misogyny in fandom #i cant think of a ton of specific links to provide because my understanding of feminism is like. so entrenched #like ive been doing it basically since i got on the internet #and i also studied it in university so i dont want to send like. meaty academic texts necessarily #ill look and see if i can find any other helpful sources though and feel free to add on #also i want to note on that last bit that every time ive talked about this ive mentioned that this fandom runs quite young #and i acknowledge that i literally studied this for like six years #so i have a leg up. but it does feel genuinely like people are putting on blinders to avoid talking about it #which is why it feels like its bc feminism is cringe right now or something #this is. not well written but im honestly so sleepy i stayed up til 3 working on orders ahhhhh #banger posts

[carlyraejepsans]

As a canon sans fanatic, man,I JUST LOVE HOW YOU WRITE SANS! I want to write sans as faithful to the canon like you one day, so you have some tip or something to master the art of writing sans undertale as accurated as possible?

make a file with all of his lines. the undertale text dump is your best friend. select all, copy, open a new document, paste it in. the deltarune one is a bit trickier because it's not formatted as tidily but it's there too. as for the rest, you're on your own. alarm clock winter dialogue, casino dialogue, crosstitch book, Q&A. all of it. snoop around. and then format it into looking normal. this means removing all the asterisks and putting it all back into chronological order because the dialogue dump is a bit all over the place. i used to be annoyed about it, but honestly it was a good excuse to look at the dialogue more. i already have a fully formatted doc but... not gonna share it with ya. half the benefit comes from having to read it so many times yourself while putting it together. actually, this is a practice I'd recommend to learn the voice for any UT character

you are going to treasure this file. consult it constantly. now, make ANOTHER file, open them side by side, and start jotting down shit. sentence length, structure, vocal tics, any pattern you can spot. look at what makes him tick. for the more, uhhh, mathematical side of the analysis, sometimes i plug bits and pieces of it in prowritingaid. the free plan does 500 words per session. it rules.

i am not kidding, are you writing in his voice? then consult that file constantly. if a specific term feels weird, look if he's said it before in canon. if he hasn't, look for a synonym (or shortened version). if he doesn't have that, either reword your bit, look for phrases where he says basically the same thing but with a different structure, or just say fuck it and leave it in anyway. hey, I'm not your babysitter

undertale is a comedy and sans is a comedic character. his comedic role is as crucial to his persona as his speech pattern is. sure you can make him be funny, but is he being funny in a way that fits his role?

continuing off the previous point: sans is a "born lucky" character. a jester. a troll. in a comedic context, this means he's always landing on his feet. this man's got the rules of comedy wrapped around his fingers so tight you'd figure they owe him money. one does not simply "dunk" on sans undertale. either the situation isn't goin to arise full stop, or you're going to get your ass handed back to you with "some king" written on it in magic marker, or he's going to roll with the punch. people don't laugh AT sans, they laugh WITH him.

do you however require him to eat shit for story purposes? alright. like i said, roll with the punches. if he can't turn the situation around in his favor, he's going to brush it off with humor and nonchalance. relegate the shit eating to the machinations of his inner monologue

so! you managed to get all the way here with a reasonably canon sounding sans and now you're finally at that emotional scene you wanted to write for so long! how exciting! dial it back. it's too emotional. "but i already d-" nope. trust me, I'm guilty of this too. artists and writers love melodrama, but whatever you're thinking is too showy for him. so dial it back again for good measure.

"but what if i insult his brother to his face-" you can do that in-game, he tells you sarcasm isn't funny, says a nice thing about him, then moves on like nothing happened

"but what if i killed his brother-" you also do that. in the game. he leaves. hauls ass immediately, drops off the face of the earth, takes a memento with him and then he's Gone. his meetings with him afterwards are brief, sterile and resentful, but he doesn't explode or anything

continuing once again, Angry Sans Does Not Yell. there's a whole fandom subgroup dedicated to making him a big burly roaring axe-weilding cannon blazing killing machine. this is very cheap. sans is an example of one of the most impactful uses of audio design in undertale, and it's when it cuts out entirely as he begins to speak. sans is terrifying because he's quiet.

there's only one occasion where he raises his voice and acts intimidating in a more stereotypically tough guy way, and that's in the second part of his fight. you know, when he's getting tired by the minute, his trap already failed and he's not so metaphorically feeling the hounds of hell yapping at his bony heels. he's panicking, and it takes him a LOT to get there, so if it happens in your story don't throw it out there all willy nilly.

likewise, long gone are the days of teary eyed sans clutching papyrus' scarf, vowing to revenge his death and bring you to justice to protec-wait a second this is undyne. anyway, those days are gone and thank god for that. sans is inherently conflict avoidant, in a very similar way to papyrus. but most of all he's private: with his emotions, with his grief, with his backstory, with his trauma. sans faced with something devastating, or depressing or just plain hopeless doesn't beat his chest like a woman in some trashy romance novel. he shuts down. he leaves as soon as he can..

now, sometimes you're writing a story and you kinda NEED him to eat shit. or become emotional when confronted with something, or get him flustered cuz he's in love, or cry or get angry or snap, etc etc. for plot purposes! that's completely fine. not everything has to follow undertale's criteria. but, if you want to keep it feeling authentic, try to keep it mind that this condition is NOT standard for him. this is uncharted territory. it's the exception that confirms the rule, not the new average (think eggs husband joke in dr), and thus you're going to need to justify it in the face of the story. give him a reason to get to that point. build it up slowly and carefully. too much and you break the character. if you're doing a backstory for him, maybe before he was as cynical as he is today, you might have a bit more breathing room, but you're gonna have to work backwards to explain How He Got Here, both morally and personality-wise

this response is already colossally long so I'm gonna close it here. it's pretty late now in my country and I don't know if any of it is coherent, but i hope it helped you at least a little. night night!!

#undertale #sans #answered asks

[rougepancake]

Creature

Jotaro Kujo x Afab!Reader

Not proofread because we face the consequences of our actions here 💪

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, soft Joot, soft dom!Jotaro, both of you are hurting inside, slightly inexperienced Jotaro, fingering, soft sex, slightly ooc Joot but I did my best (he is really hard to write for)

Summary: He loved your cousin just as you did, however you can’t bring yourself to do the same for him. You could both easily comfort one another, yet you hate him so. It adds a painful irony to your whole ordeal that you’re not too fond of.

It was raining, funny enough. Just like it did in the movies. It always rained when the main character was in tears.

It hurt to sit there and watch, unable to say or do anything. You were his cousin, after all. The two of you had grown up together, thick as thieves. Yet you had nothing to say at his funeral.

And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to.

It’s because you couldn’t.

You couldn’t bring yourself to walk up there and speak about what a wonderful young man he was in front of his friends and the rest of your shared family. You were already in so much pain from the whole event, as was everyone else.

How could they not?

The death of a young man who had such a wonderful life ahead of him. A young man who was loved by all and loved everyone. A young man who was unafraid to stand up for his beliefs.

It was soul crushing.

So there you sat, in the back of the group next to some of his friends who didn’t know you all that well, but comforted you nonetheless. They had heard of you. You were practically his best friend, like a sibling to him in ways that people didn’t understand.

You were seventeen.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t experience this type of pain.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t lose their lives to some supposed vampire that had a hundred year old grudge.

It just shouldn’t happen.

It’s not right.

You felt the tears slide down your cheeks as you sat and listened to the speakers.

It’s unjust.

After the service, you ran into the friend that you had heard oh so much about. The one who’s name had been mentioned on many phone calls and written on various letters.

Jotaro Kujo.

“So you’re y/n.”

And those three words stuck with you until college.

It took you all you had to refrain from crying like a child in front of him, but he said nothing as you broke down before him. It was as if he understood, as if he felt your pain to some extent. But he kept to himself.

“So you’re y/n.”

The words echoed in your head, repeating over and over on a never ending cycle. Kakyoin talked about you whilst on his travels. He told his friends all about you and how you loved him like a brother. He loved you. He loved you so much that he bothered his newfound friends with your name. He loved you so much that he wrote to you at every town he stopped at, even calling if he could. He loved you so much.

And it hurt.

Because seventeen year olds aren’t supposed to lose their best friends to tragic and violent situations.

“Hey y/n! What classes do you have?” Your friend asked enthusiastically, running up to you and grabbing your arm excitedly. You shrugged and continued to walk on, pulling out the piece of paper from the pocket of your skirt.

“It’s just what I wanted.” You say simply and head to your dormitory, which was right in the center of the college campus, large and glorified as if to say ‘we want the best for our students’.

“And what would that be silly?” You roll your eyes, unable to hold in the frustrated groan that escapes you.

“What do you think? Marine Biochemistry, Biological Oceanography, Invertebrate Zoology, and Physics.” You huff and walk into the lobby of your dormitory. It’s a coed dorm, since the school believes that it makes socializing easier for students.

However it just increases the std rate.

“I really don’t understand what made you want to become a marine biologist.” Your friend huffs as you fumble with the keys to your room. It’s not like she’d understand anyways.

“I find it interesting, that’s all.” You sigh and open the door, dropping your back to the floor with a sigh. Classes start tomorrow, so you’d better get a good nights rest. “Just like how you wanted to become a Zoologist.” You look over your shoulder. “Now scram, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Call me if you need anything y/n.”

And like that, you were left alone in your new room.

Supposedly you had a roommate, but they never showed, so you had the room to yourself, which was quite nice. However, you did have neighbors. Which you didn’t really mind as long as they weren’t loud.

But you hadn’t even seen them yet, so you couldn’t gauge anything until they showed their faces.

So here you were, stumbling around tiredly to find the kitchen in your new apartment-like dorm room. It was swanky, really. Almost too fancy to be considered a college dorm room.

Once you got something to eat, you plopped onto the couch and went to sleep, too lazy to head to your bedroom and sleep properly. The television ran loudly in the background, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything anymore, and if you did, it was something serious.

To you at least.

Your alarm forced you awake, ruining your mood entirely. You wanted to wake up well rested and ready for the day ahead, not the other way around.

“Shut the hell up.” You grumbled as you tripped your way over to your bedroom, slamming your alarm clock to the floor before hopping in the shower.

A mediocre schedule for a mediocre person. Nothing too out of the ordinary for someone who really didn’t do that much.

After a quick, far from healthy, breakfast, you headed down and began to walk around the campus blindly. It was beautiful and well kept, with students chatting and smiling practically everywhere you looked. The atmosphere was one of youth and happiness, one that would make someone in their forties shiver in nostalgic remembrance.

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked, trying to get your thoughts together before you went to class. The last thing you wanted to do was show up looking like a mess when you’ve wanted nothing but to make an impression on your instructors.

“Hey watch where you’re going” An all too familiar voice says behind you, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. He’s not talking to you, or is he? You can’t really tell- but you have to turn around to look at him.

“Jotaro..?” You whisper, looking at him with surprise. He looks at you, sneering in slight disgust as if he doesn’t remember you.

It really is him, standing at 6’5 in all his buff glory. You haven’t seen him in at least three years, and can’t help but be surprised at how much he’s changed. It has you in slight awe, but you push it back and continue on with your day.

“Punk.” You hear him grumble as you walk, which sets off something in you.

The next thing you know, you’re face to face with him, glaring at him as you speak.

“Listen here, Mr. Kujo. I may be many things, but I am no punk.” You growl, taking a step back and placing a cocky hand on your hip. He may have seen you at your worst, but you weren’t about to let him think you were weak. You’re just as strong as he is and you’re willing to give him hell as long as it gets your point across.

“Get out of my face, bitch.” He scoffs, pushing past you effortlessly. It only pisses you off more, but you bite your tongue, figuring you’ll have plenty of chances to get back at him.

And boy were you right.

There he is, front and center in the lecture hall for your Marine Biochemistry class. He looked bored, as if he had better things to do than attend the classes that he most likely picked out for himself.

It seemed like he followed you for the rest of the day, because everywhere you went, he was there. All of your classes, all of your little hiding spots on campus.

There was just no escaping him.

And it’s not like he was purposefully trying to agitate you- it was just one coincidence after another.

“What do you want?” He raised an eyebrow at you, scowling as you walked over to the vending machines.

“What does it look like, Kujo?” Your tone was laced with sarcasm, your words like knives that failed to affect him.

“Shut up.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

“I said shut up!” He raised his voice slightly, his fist slamming into the wall beside him and leaving a slight indent in its wake. There was an unnerving amount of power behind it.

“Fine, whatever.” With a heavy sigh, you got what you came for and left, shooting him a glare before you headed back to your dorm for the night.

Funny enough, it turns out that Jotaro Kujo himself was one of your neighbors. Which utterly enraged you.

He’s everywhere! What kind of cruelty is this?!?

There really no escaping him. And coincidentally enough, you were both seemingly on the same track as far as careers. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering why he chose this path, but it was none of your business. Clearly he wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt the same about him.

It’s not like you wanted to talk to him, but if you ever got the chance, you’d ask him about your cousin. You had to. He was there when he died, and you wanted to know how he was on his travels. Of course, it’s been a couple years since he passed, so it would probably be hard to just talk about it with him.

The sound of your phone reading pulled you from your thoughts, leaving you to face reality once again.

“Hello?”

“HEY Y/N YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!!!!”

You took a second to process what she said before putting the phone back to your ear.

“What happened..?”

“I SAW THIS SUPER CUTE GUY TODAY AND I THINK I’M IN LOVE!!!!”

“Really? Describe him to me.” You were beginning to return her energy, feeling slight excitement for her. However, you were slightly concerned given that she claims it was love at first sight.

“Oh yeah! He’s really tall and has curly black hair, but he covers it with a ha-“

You’ve never hung up on a person so fast.

You’d make it up to her, of course, but you just needed to collect your thoughts. Oh if she only knew.

Jotaro Kujo was NOT the guy for her.

You began to pace around your living room, your hands waving around frantically as you spoke to yourself. If anyone were to walk in on you in this very moment, they’d assume you were mental.

THUD

“What the hell was that?” It came from next door, where Jotaro was staying. You couldn’t hear anything after that, even if you pressed your ear against the wall. Reluctantly, you decided to go over there and check on him.

You knocked on his door and he opened it, a large red mark forming on his cheek and a dark look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but admire how strong he looked in this moment. Like he had been fighting for everything his whole life…

“What do you want?” His tone was harsh, his grip on the doorway a clear sign that you should run away. Never look back. Maybe even never interact with him ever again. He was purposefully trying to intimidate you.

But you had a problem with backing down.

“I’m trying to sleep, Kujo.” You scoffed, using the lie to cover up your curiosity. “Then I heard some noise coming from here.” You raised a brow and crossed your arms, looking into his eyes with a challenging glare. “Does the brute need assisted living to survive?”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t you have a roommate? Don’t tell me you killed them or something.” You rolled your eyes. It was too late to back down, so why not continue?

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh so you did?” You could feel a smirk forming on your lips. “Is that what that noise was? You should have said so sooner, I would have left you alone.” Your tone was lazy, feigning a carefree attitude as you taunted him. It was a risky move, but you knew you’d make it out alive.

He may be an asshole, but like everyone else, he has a soft spot. You just had to figure out what it was and use it to your advantage.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jotaro practically growled, leaning down and getting in your face as he spoke.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” You retorted, standing up on your tiptoes so your foreheads were almost touching.

“You’re just as annoying as your cousin said.”

You froze. So he did remember you. And he was using Kakyoin as leverage to get you to leave him be.

What a low blow.

Without thinking, you curled your hand into a fist and punched him right in the gut. He took a step back, his eyes shining with anger before he returned the favor, punching you in the face with an ungodly amount of force.

You stumbled back, rubbing your cheek with a hurt sigh. There really was no winning.

“Whatever. Just don’t keep me up tonight.” You grumbled before heading back to your room. You had seen it. The purple being that appeared behind him. It had looked at you with such curiosity, unlike the glare that Jotaro had been giving you.

You plopped down onto your bed and continued to think. What was that thing? Was that what Kakyoin was talking about? Was that a Stand? If that’s the case then how could you see it..? From what you remember Kakyoin saying, only other Stand users could see them… but as far as you knew, you didn’t have a stand. What brought this on? What was going on…

He’s avoided you since that night, ignoring your existence like it was nothing. But you didn’t mind. It’s not like you cared. How could you?

He was a good for nothing punk.

Yeah. Just a good for nothing punk…

totally.

“Y/n l/n for this project, you’ll be paired with Jotaro Kujo. I expect both of you to get along great since you two are both the highest scoring in the class.” Your professor wrote your names on the chalkboard, turning around to confirm that the both of you had heard him.

You wanted to stand up from your seat and shout in disbelief, to tell him that such a thing was simply outrageous. This project was going to go to shit! All because your professor was oblivious!

“Your assignment over the break is to observe and collect data on these types of fish.” He wrote down the species on the board, the chalk echoing in your ears. Dread overwhelmed you. “Be prepared, you’re going to end up spending quite a lot of time together.”

The bell rang.

“Alright everyone, I’ll see you in about three weeks. Don’t forget about your projects! They’re test grades!”

You grabbed your things and rushed out of the room, desperate for some fresh air. You rounded a corner and slid down the wall, bringing your knees to your chest as you thought.

“How stupid! Going based off of grades?! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of!” You mumbled to yourself, groaning in frustration.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.” The all too familiar voice reached your ears, causing you to laugh bitterly.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you.” You sneered.

“Oh shut up. Just come back to my family’s place. It’s right on the water.” He left no room for you to argue and walked away, heading back to the dormitory. Why his place? Your family had a cabin out by the ocean so why his? Oh well… you’d fight with him later.

Right now you needed to get packing.

Or something like that.

Either way, you and Jotaro were going to be getting real close real fast.

“So where is this cabin exactly?” Jotaro leaned back into the seat of your car, his arms crossed and his hat covering his eyes.

“Oh shut up. We’re almost there.” You rolled your eyes. It’s been a while since you’ve been to the cabin, but from what you remember, there’s enough stuff to support two people living in it for three weeks.

The car rounded a curve and a beautiful view of the beach came into sight, the waves lapping at the sand gorgeously as the wind swayed the greenery. The cabin could be seen located off to the side, hidden behind the trees.

“See. We’re practically here already.” You smirked. It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to bring him out here instead of having to stay with his family. That was the last thing you wanted.

“Yeah whatever.” He huffed and turned away from you, his eyes fixated on the ocean that seemed to be mere meters away.

You parked off to the side and hopped out of the car, taking the keys and stuffing them in your pocket as you walked towards the trunk of the vehicle.

“Let me get your shit.” Jotaro now stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he reached for your bags. Once he got ahold of them, he pulled away like it was nothing, leaving you to stand there, face flushed and heart pounding.

What had come over you?

Slowly, you headed back to the cabin, leaving your shoes by the door and looking around. Damn, it’s been taken care of quite well since the last time you visited.

“Right. It’s getting late. Do you want anything for dinner?” You looked at him. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed and his head resting on the cushion behind him. His hat had fallen off, revealing his messy locks. You could’ve sworn you heard him snoring.

Had he fallen asleep? Oh well. You’d make yourself something and leave him leftovers in the fridge in case he woke up.

Surprisingly enough, he happened to wake up while you were cooking, his eyes watching you closely. It looked like he had something to say, but couldn’t get it out.

“Do you want any? If not I’ll leave it in the fridge for you.” You looked over your shoulder and saw him look away, turning his body to avoid your gaze.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Right..” You sighed and finished cooking, sitting at the table and eating in silence. Jotaro had since turned on the television, watching Bubblegum Crisis intently.

Which was odd given that it was directed towards a female audience.

“Priss is my favorite character.” You sighed, standing up from the table and walking over to the couch. You leaned on it, your face nearing his. “It’s a shame that the series wasn’t a hit. Maybe then they would’ve had more episodes instead of having the A.D. Police.” You could practically feel Jotaro’s surprise as you talked. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to have similar interests as him.

“My favorite character is Nene.” He turned to look at you, observing you. “And the A.D. Police isn’t bad, but they could have definitely had more episodes of Bubblegum Crisis.” His tone was the same as always, uninterested and bored, but you knew he was excited.

“Bubblegum Crisis vaguely reminds me of Project A-Ko. But only vaguely.” You hopped over the back of the couch and sat down beside him, picking his hat up off the floor and handing it to him. “I wonder if they’ll turn it into a movie franchise.” You trailed off, pursing your lips in thought.

“I..” Jotaro stopped himself, shifting slightly before looking back at the television. “I actually like Appleseed. It was good for its time.”

“Ranma 1/2.”

“Demon City Shinjuku.”

“Castle in the Sky.”

“Akira.”

“Mobile Suit Gundam!”

The two of you had said it at the same time, turning to look each other in the eyes excitedly. However, you both quickly looked away once you realized you were supposed to hate each other.

“I uh… I own a copy of Mobile Suit Gundam’s first season... If you wanna watch it, that is.” You trailed off awkwardly, embarrassed by the sudden enthusiasm he brought out in you.

“Yeah… why not… I grew up watching Mobile Suit Gundam.” He sounded just as awkward as you did, which was weird since he didn’t really show his emotions.

You got up slowly and put in the cassette, pressing play and skipping through the previews before returning to the couch. Jotaro cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. It was dark outside. The clock read 11:34 pm. You probably should have gone to bed sooner, but you didn’t overly feel safe just falling asleep in the presence of a man you’re supposed to hate.

The intro to the show began playing and you could have sworn that you saw Jotaro’s eyes light up. It was nice, actually. To have someone to geek out with.

But it felt weird.

“Kakyoin never said you were annoying.” Jotaro said out of the blue, his eyes still fixated on the television. The words made you freeze, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes. But why? Why were you crying? Because you were right?

No. That wasn’t.

“He…” You swallowed back the lump that was forming in your throat. “He always had wonderful things to say about you.”

It was Jotaro’s turn to freeze, his eyes widening slightly as he sat in silence. It turns out he missed your cousin just as much as you did.

“Did he now…” He sighed, slowly turning to look at you. That expression of his was unreadable, but you couldn’t mistake that look in his eyes.

Sadness.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips. It was soft, like the way you touched his cheek. Gentle, in the sense that he was allowing himself to show the slightest bit of emotion whilst around you, which made you feel slightly better about your teary state.

“You know…” He leaned into your touch slightly, avoiding your gentle gaze. “I remember that day…” It felt like he was leaning in, his face ever so slightly getting closer to your own. You could feel your heart rate increase and see the light glint in his eyes.

It was all so surreal.

“I wanted nothing more than to hug you.” He admitted, his arms wrapping around your body slowly. He pulled your body close to his own and rested his head on your shoulder, as if to apologize for not hugging you that day. “I felt so bad… it’s my fault… all of them… it’s my fault…”

Tears slid down your cheeks now, his words slowly sinking in. That’s it. He blamed himself. For everything. He shouldn’t but he does. It makes sense as to why he wanted nothing to do with you. Because he felt guilty, that’s all.

He went through all of that at the rough age of seventeen. The age when you were worrying about boys and college, he was worrying if he was going to make it to see another day.

And for what?

That stupid vampire that Kakyoin told you about. It seems like it had been years ago, like a distant memory that you could only relive through daydreams. He told you everything, actually, just in case he did happen to die. He wanted you to be informed. It was risky for him as is, but you knew everything. From knowing about Stands to what happened in Egypt. You knew it all.

Slowly, you returned his embrace, rubbing his back gently. You could feel him tense up, but he made no effort to stop you.

“He said you were his best friend.” The both of you whispered at the same time, which resulted in you biting back a sob. Jotaro leaned back so he could look at you, and without hesitation, he leaned in and began kissing the tears off of your cheeks.

“K-Kujo-“

“Jotaro. You’ve said my name before, so say it now.” He stopped himself, his lips hovering just above yours as he stared into your eyes. “P…Please.” It was almost as if he had trouble saying the word, like he was embarrassed to sound so… desperate.

“Jotaro…” You breathed out, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, your face flushed and your heart pounding so loud you could’ve sworn that he was able to hear it. And there it was again- the purple being from before- peeking out over his shoulder to look at you.

However, you paid it no mind as Jotaro pulled you in for a tender kiss. Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the plush cushions of the couch and you were trapped in between his arms.

His eyes studied yours, his knee between your legs, just barely touching your clothed cunt. His breathing was slightly erratic, his hair falling into his face as he leaned in for another, much more heated kiss.

It was all a blur- your lips on his, your clothes being thrown to the floor, your hands moving against his bare back. It was like both of you craved the warmth of another person. Like you both wanted to feel something again.

Your hands explored the other’s bodies as you made out, Jotaro’s hand slowly finding its way to your slick lips. He hesitated slightly before running a finger along it, causing you to shiver. He proceeded to do that, seemingly unsure of what to do.

But once he found your clit, it was over for you.

Within seconds you were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to say nothing but his name. Then, he experimentally dipped a finger into your cunt, freezing when your body tensed.

You reassured him that it was alright and he continued to finger you, watching you intently.

One thing led to another and he was balls deep inside of you, thrusting at a slow and loving pace. It was like he wanted this moment to last forever, for fear that you would vanish like everyone else in his life.

However- you loved it. The way he groaned when you clenched around him, how he looked at you, the way his voice cracked slightly when he moaned your name. He was so unbelievably beautiful. And he thought the same thing about you.

You were both totally enamored by one another, too busy thinking of the other to be able to think properly.

Be thankful you’ve got three weeks to do that project, because you’re not gonna be up to doing anything but him any time soon.

#guys I love him so much you have no idea #I wholeheartedly believe that he’s a softie deep down when it comes to things like this 😛 #like if he’s not bbg then why make him that way???? #jotaro x you #jotaro kujo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #x reader #fanfiction #jotaro x y/n #jjba jotaro #jotaro imagine #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jojo smut #jjba smut #jotaro smut #jotaro kujo smut #jojos bizzare adventure x reader

[cozage]

Hi! :)feel free to decline this if it’s not up your ally or you don’t really have anything else to say about it but, I was very interested when you mentioned law having anxiety about if the amber lead disease would be passed down to his kid, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a little offshoot of that (hcs/short fic/whatever format you want) about law and his partner trying to ease each other’s anxieties about it and just how he’d handle it in the long term plus maybe if it wasn’t able to be told if they had it or not before it was born seeing Law finally get to see the kid and his reaction him it having/not having it (it’s up to you what kind of route you’d want to take with that) but anyways it’s just a suggestion because I was really interested once you brought the idea up of how Law would handle something he’s probably tried to block out of his mind since he was young

The post that anon is talking about for reference

Guess what Anon? This is literally the best ask I’ve ever gotten because I think about it ALL the time and all the possible outcomes of that one little thing and I will literally never shut up about it. So here’s some fun* ideas on how I think Law would respond to bringing a child into the world. 

*these are not fun they're so angsty it's not even funny

Transmission

Characters: female reader x Law

Word Count: 1k

CW: talk of abortion, talk about loss of pregnancy, talk of fatal diseases, lots of pregnancy angst, (happy ending though if that makes up for it!)

He runs a scan and finds out he has a lot to worry about. You can see the panic on his face and you know your fear was not misplaced. You’re pregnant.

His shoulders suddenly feel so heavy. Like a weight he is forced to carry, no matter how many times he tries to cast it aside. 

He doesn’t tell you about the burden. Not yet. You all talk through your options together, and you consider them heavily. You weigh the pros and cons of each option for days, but he doesn’t ever try to sway you one way or another. 

In fact, he becomes very distant. He locks himself away in the study, turning through a new book everyday. You can enter his study whenever you wish, but he barely acknowledges your entrance.

One day you’re talking about it with him, trying to decide what to do. It had only been about a week and a half since you found out, and Law’s cold shoulder has impacted you a bit. “What do you want to do?” you ask him.

He doesn’t respond. His nose is buried in a book, and you realize he hasn’t been listening the entire time. You suddenly burst into tears, upset with him and his coldness to you recently. “Just get it out,” you cry, punching at your stomach with your fists. “Get it out of me so we can get back to normal again.”

He looks up, surprised by your sudden outburst. “Hey, Y/N-ya! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He jumps up and grabs your wrists to keep you from harming yourself further. 

“I’m tired of being alone!” you cry out, tears streaming down your face. “You can’t even look at me anymore! I just want things to be normal again.”

He’s staring at you, unsure of what to do or how to respond. He guides you over to a chair, still holding your wrists, and sits you down in it. He sits across from you. “I need to tell you a story,” he whispers, and he has your full attention.

He tells you the story of Flevance, and of the Amber Lead Disease he inherited. How his entire city disappeared in a matter of years. How there was no cure. How he was the only survivor.

You had known a piece of that story. Law had told you about Corazon and that he had helped secure the Op-Op fruit for Law to find a cure for his disease. But you hadn’t known the rest of the tragedy. 

“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice quivering. “Amber Lead Disease is passed down from generation to generation, and shortens the lifespan each time it’s passed on. My sister got sick when she was six. I was supposed to die before I was fourteen.”

“But you got better. You’re okay now,” you reassured him. But you could feel the panic growing inside of you now too. Of course he didn’t want to talk about a child with this kind of trauma weighing on his mind.

“It doesn’t mean that the symptoms are gone. Each generation, the life expectancies go down at least ten years. What if…” he hesitates, and you can feel his grip around your wrists tighten as he squeezes his eyes shut. “What if our child dies before it’s even born?”

You can feel his pain and his sorrow emitting from him. You lean forward and wrap him in a hug, holding him tight. You can hear him choke back a sob, and you allow yourself to cry too. Both of you just hold each other, letting all of your fear and anger and sorrow wash away with your tears. 

Both of you start to calm down after a very long cry. “I want to keep it,” you say finally. “I want to try.”

You feel Law nod, and his body relaxes just a minuscule amount. At least he won’t be alone this time. At least he’s cured it before. 

During the pregnancy, he’s more stressed than you. It’s a weird relationship having Law as both your boyfriend and your doctor, and sometimes you have to remind him which hat he’s wearing. 

He’s always giving you vitamin supplements in the morning and making sure your diet is perfectly balanced. Sometimes you go to eat something and he starts with “as a pregnant woman, you shouldn’t-” but a quick glare will usually quiet him down.

You have checkups and he runs scans on your body at least once a week. There are nights he can’t sleep, his mind riddled with what if’s, and he has to do a quick scan just to make sure you and baby are still okay. He breathes a sigh of relief each time your scan comes back clean, but he doesn’t let himself get too comfortable. 

Both of you have your days. Some days you’re over the moon, others you feel like your lives are ending. It’s a hard middle to find. Both of you typically stick to the extremes and manage to mellow each other out while also validating each other's fears.  

He cries when he finds out it’s a girl. 

He cries even harder when you offer up a name. Cora.

His devil fruit ability makes the childbirth thing insanely easy. The “pain of childbirth” was a foreign concept to you for the most part. 

He counts Cora’s fingers and toes, and then counts them again. 10 fingers, 10 toes. She’s perfect. Just looking at her, Law already knows he would die for her. 

He wraps his sweet baby girl up in a blanket and passes her off to you. He brushes your hair and kisses your face while you hold her. He’s resisting the urge to run every scan he can think of. You were adamant that the three of you needed a few minutes together as a family before he went full doctor on you both. 

Finally you hand Cora off to him. “Go ahead, I know it’s driving you crazy.” He scans her, and finds her completely healthy. No Amber Lead Disease, no sickness, not even a slightly abnormal temperature. Law holds Cora close to his heart and he weeps. For his family, for himself, and for the new generation that’s finally free.

#this is the best possible outcome #i will not pain you all with the other possibilities because law has been hurt ENOUGH #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #cozage #✧˚law✧˚

[inklessletter]

I've been coming across some posts on and off these past few months about people complaining of fandom behaviour, particularly what is right or wrong to write about a character or a story. And I want to clarify that this me giving an opinion, and I'm no one, I'm just expressing myself, but I kind of feel like I need to say this before it gets me mad enough to snap someday.

I'll start with saying that, to me, "fandom" is just a place for you to be yourself. You saw a piece of media that became your comfort place, and fandom is that place where you are allowed to experiment, bend, deconstruct, rebuild or tear apart that, because you are, ultimately, experimenting with your own feelings. This means that nobody in fandom writes to meet another people's expectations, but themselves'! There is no use other in pointing out "but that's not canon!" that making that person who just poured a bit of themselves into something they made feeling bad and ashamed, even for a second. Of course it's not canon. That's the point.

It is okay to take a canonically good, pure, heart of gold kind of guy and write him being a serial killer. It is okay to take a villain and turn him into the hero. It is okay to take a side character and make it all around them. It is okay. Seriously, what good can it make to say "he would not do that", "but that character is evil, that would not happen", "but the story is not about them, tho"?

Who cares about canon anyway? It is a good starting point but once you don't treat that piece of media as something meant to entertain you for the two hours that the movie's running, and start thinking about it, and analyzing it, and creating aus, and thinking about characters' motivations, you're making that story yours. And we do collectively join here, in fandom, to share. I find it so petty and mean just to point out, to even suggest to a certain someone without mentioning them that they're wrong when they defend their personal headcanon about something. It is so silly and funny to me, like, can you imagine taking a literature exam in college and they ask you to write about Jane Eyre's red room meaning and some ballsy student just writes down "well, the room was decorated mainly red and she hated it because it was a punishment place. If there is any religious meaning behind, it is not canon because Brontë didn't write about that specifically."

Let people analyze and make out what they need out of a character or a piece of media. Let them draw their own conclussions. What's it to you? Who are any of us to say that a certain depiction is wrong because it's not canon? What do you know about those people motivations anyway to write about a character that way?

Fandom is not government, it's a community. There are no rules, no laws. No headcanon is above another headcanon. No canon is above a headcanon!

So please, stop weaponizing canon and fanon. Either case, it's just people creating, saying what they need to say, one way or another. Just let them do their thing without making them feel bad for doing differently from you.

That's all I have to say, really.

#inklessletter #fandom #canon #fanon #canon vs fanon

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

[NdA]

So, premise. I'm posting this headcanon and I’ve already scheduled the post of a request. I didn’t really have the time or the strength, so I’m writing the ones a bit faster now. I hope you like them anyway <3

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

He loves sweets that are not too sweet, like tiramisu.

and loves sweets that are easy to make together, without dirty too much the kitchen but still being able to enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

like tiramisu.

it has become your dessert by chance, but now every occasion sees on the table the coffee based dessert. 

Has Jayce made any progress with studying hextech? He will prepare the dinner and, at the end of the meal, serve the agonized dessert.

Did you get a promotion? Here you are dusting cocoa all over before he comes home.

it is your cuddle, your silent way of communicating intimacy in everyday life, in feeding each other careful not to laugh not to choke you with cocoa powder

【Viktor】

This man is greedy, in his cupboard there are only bottles of sweet milk.

It often happens that he forgets to eat, which is why you find yourself leveraging his soft spot for sweets to make sure he eats something during the day.

small packs of assorted pastries, generally easy to eat treats that don’t dirty too much, so that he can consume them even while sitting studying or working

Even if he doesn’t realize it at the moment, when he realizes you’ve taken time for him, he always feels an inexplicable warmth in his chest.

but your gesture is not one-sided, the mornings when he knows you have to work together always makes you find the cup of coffee and a croissant still hot waiting for you

【Ekko】

he is not into sweets

when for the first time you removed from the cotton cloth the bars of sesame, hazelnuts and peanuts he was visibly confused, but in no time fell in love 

He doesn’t wait for you to make them, he asks you directly when he wants to.

Generally he eats them little by little, one of the things he loves about that kind of sweet is the long preservation: he has all the time in the world to eat it without having to consume it when he doesn’t really want it just for fear that it will go bad.

You’d be constantly sitting on your hands just to see his funny expression when a bite sticks his teeth together

but you know that another reason why he loves it is because every piece is divided into several parts, and can share it with his people or with you without any problems

【Marcus】

the primary temptation is to associate him with doughnuts, but that would be quite wrong.

he loves to be able to eat sweets with you, which is why the tart has become ubiquitous in your home.

If you have time in the morning he will cut two slices, so that you can eat it for breakfast together. 

If he comes home late from a shift, you will eat it calmly on the sofa or even in bed, talking about the day or just being silent together

As much as he loves it, what makes it special is sharing it with you: he would never take a piece of it to work. It’s a dessert you made or bought for him and for this reason he wants it to remain inside the walls of the house

Plus he knows you’re always laughing when he gets his mustache dirty, and he swear to God: your smile makes it better

【Silco】

He has no real preferences

the first time you brought him chocolate he was visibly confused, he didn’t understand what the occasion was

He is rich but would never spend money on something so futile, plus on a daily basis he doesn’t eat too much 

But when you bring him something sweet, he’ll never admit it, but there’s a certain sacredness to that gesture.

He will consume it only when he is totally alone, with good music playing, aged whiskey and the calm of the night.

He’s not one to express affection verbally, which is why he appreciates in an unquantifiable way the attention you put into choosing something for him

always smiles before the first taste, just shaking his head with fake exasperation

every single time, the very idea that you might have taken the trouble to spend time to make that gesture makes his week

【Vander】

this man can cook, and he definitely loves sweets

which is why his favorite dessert is "whatever your hands did"

no matter if it’s small cakes, tarts, cookies or cupcakes, if you did it he will love it regardless

generally prefer to eat the sweets you bring them after the inn has closed

He sits quietly, sets the jukebox, and enjoys every bite of your attention.

if it’s a night when you have free time, he will asks you to prepare something together, so that you two can share the dessert you made for him, while the one made together goes to the kids.

as a family.

He is used to being the one who thinks about others and devotes time to the people he cares about, but getting attention back? It’s something he’s not used to and didn’t know he missed so much

but the kiss that strikes you on the forehead every single time expresses all his love for you and your attention

【Singed】

the reason you showed up with a chocolate treat in his "surgery" was really stupid

you are used to talking while he works, and often ends up explaining details either of his work or chemical processes

And then he told you about the hormones of happiness, and how they were available even in little things like chocolate.

That’s why, after a particularly stressful week, you put the dessert in front of him.

since that time it has become a habit, however particular: you know that it is not totally comfortable to remove the bandage in front of people, which is why you sit with your back facing him while eating it

and he always takes several seconds to appreciate both the small gift that your shrewdness towards him

it’s hard to think you’re being treated with kindness or attention when you’re used to lanes, but those chocolate treats are in their little evidence that maybe there’s still some mercy

【Jinx】

By sweets I mean sweets.

candies mainly, meringues, cotton candy. 

Sugar.

it makes her even more energetic, undeniably, but you see her expression change, as if she finally found peace when her cheeks fill with delicacies

obviously she is not able to moderate herself, which is why you agreed that the day "junk" comes minimum once every two weeks, no objection allowed.

but you have to admit that you only fell in love more when you saw her carefully divide the gummy bears and eat first all the red ones, then the orange ones and so on.

And if you do not want to taste a certain candy she will jump to kiss you, with a huge smile from ear to ear

"to make you feel how good it is," she says

【Vi】

Sweets are something you rarely see in Zaun

And as grown-up as this woman is, she can’t hide a certain glint in her eyes.

In a poor city like the underground city, giving food is a huge form of love, because it means in the first place that the person who gives is depriving themself of it.

That’s why that cupcake would be split in two, and with a masterful big sister gesture she would give you the biggest piece.

the sound of pleasure that comes out of her lips tightened and full of crumbs makes you burst to laugh every time

at every single bite you feel like the wounds of a lifetime heal a little

and the woman in front of you deserves all the good in the world

and kisses taste better if they have a frosting aftertaste

【Caitlyn】

obviously this girl is terribly greedy.

You wouldn’t have a dessert in particular, on the contrary: it has become your habit, once a week, to try something always different.

even if in a very soft way you see the beauty of discovery together, of falling in love more and more of the small reactions of each other when your tongues meet an unusual flavor.

in particular you have taken the habit of eating in Caitlyn’s room, which had always been strictly forbidden to her

so, every Thursday, when her parents are busy at the council, you sneak in and set up the bed with a towel, candles and delicacies 

and on special occasions also wine or a drink recommended by those who sold you them

【Cassandra】

"what can you give to those who already have everything?"

cookies. It’s not the answer you expected, but you had to reconsider.

if there is one thing that money can't buy is time, and when Cassadra saw for the first time the box of uneven cookies has barely hidden a smile.

You haven’t spent any money on her, but your time, which is even more valuable.

When you have some free time or you have leftover dough, you always make some extra dough for her, and she doesn’t share it with anyone but you

she usually accompanies them with tea, or from time to time while working she takes small breaks in which she indulges those small sweets

sometimes even look for your smell between flour and butter, with the intent of those who would like to leave a kiss on your skin but she has to settle for the crumbs

【Sevika】

she doesn't like sweets, but it is a rather technical reason: they are not one of the best sources of energy.

But when you’re alone at home and you take those two slices of cheesecake out of the fridge, she really has to work to hide a smile.

It’s a sort of cuddle, in the midst of stale alcohol and low-grade smoke finally she can eat something good, something that is not useful but is pleasant.

usually caresses a thigh of yours or the base of your back while you put the dessert in front of her, in an implicit sign of gratitude

although the line "I was ready for another sweet" is always on her lips

She’ll never admit it out loud, but she has a heartbeat every time you make that little gesture for her because of the futility of the action.

it is unthinkable for her the idea that you can associate her with something so pleasant, but it is also incredibly heartwarming to think that just like that sweet you do not decide to stay close to her because useful but because you genuinely like her and you want to spend time with her

#jayce x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #marcus x reader #vander x reader #singed x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #jayce talis #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #marcus arcane #silco arcane #arcane vander #singed #jinx #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #cassandra x reader #cassandra kiramman

[the-amazing-wonderss]

Waste it on me

A/N: ...OKAY SO NOT TWICE BUT BTS THIS TIME DONT@ME ABT MY SONG CHOICES 🤡‼️ Also my first time writing for Sakura because Mod 👻 wanted me to so i'm sorry if she sounds OOC, same with the others !! ⎯☠️

Content: Fluff, No gender specified for reader other than the terms 'lady/gentleman' used in Natsuhiko's part, yandere-ish behavior on Tsukasa's part, rushed and not proofread/edited. Summary: In which you are an anti romantic that's persistent to deny your feelings to them but they notice.

Characters: Sakura, Natsuhiko, Tsukasa

You say love is messed up, you say that it don't work. You don't wanna try, no, no (you don't wanna try, no, no) ⎯ From pushing and pushing, you don't seem to budge from where you stand. Instead you're waiting there for me. Waiting for my answer that you've already predicated. Am I that obvious? Or did you predict this as well?

It's actually hard for you to even notice that she knows. With her stoic expression and all, as well as her unbothered attitude, you never would've found out about her knowing until you had eventually confess.

But before that can even occur, SAKURA would remain silent and resilient to whatever nonsense you had to say about love. How it's foolish, silly, a lie, etc.

However one thing she does notice when you start talking about it is how each time you mention something different about it, there's always a distant look in your eyes.

Whether it's mentioning the way some couples act sickly sweet to each other or how they'd bring their significant other to some place special, there was always this... Longing expression that you yourself might've not noticed, but she did.

The way you stared afar for a while, making it quite easy for her to admire the look on your face. It makes her a bit sadden to see how you weren't honest with your feelings, but also understand why you weren't so open about it.

That's why she doesn't speak up about it, or try to approach you on the topic. She's the type to wait for your answer, and if you still weren't willing to? Well one way or another she'll eventually draw the answer out of you sooner or later.

I don't know your secrets but I'll pick up the pieces. Pull you close to me now ⎯ Why don't you leave me alone? Why are you such a thorn to my side? Can't you see that I hate you? That you make me sick? Just looking at you makes my stomach churn, so what's with that dumb look on your face for?

Oh he knows. He knows and he fucking loves it so much. Basking at even knowing but still chasing after your love is so exciting for him, especially when you kept trying to push him away and deny it all, he just keeps coming back.

NATSUHIKO as we all know him very well, is a romantic at heart ⎯ he'd go far and beyond to show his love for you, heck, even showing it off despite your counters against it.

And although he might not say it out loud for you or anyone to hear, he is a bit ... Hurt? For you, seeing as you weren't honest with your feelings and kept pushing it down, was it because of his previous acts of flirting to others that made you feel as if he'd toy with yours? Or was it perhaps a past relationship that made you see things the way they are now?

He didn't know, he wants to know but he didn't want to drag you into saying it.

So instead, he awaits for whatever your reason or answer might be while also still trying to court you in the best ways possibles for a lady/gentleman such as yourself.

Treat me like a comma, I'll take you to a new phrase. Yeah, come just eat me and throw me away ⎯ I don't understand what's so special about me that makes you act like this, so childish yet so loving... Is this some kind of joke to you? Are you pulling on the strings of my heart simply because it's funny? You're cruel to make me fall for you even more.

He knows and he's pestering you about it. Upset that you're trying to keep it from him while also finding it so entertaining, especially about the little comments you make on love.

Why did it upset you? Why are you denying it? It's interesting to see how you shy away from his touches due to not 'wanting to be in love' but at the same time, looking like a love stricken fool.

TSUKASA doesn't necessarily take too kindly if you keep up with this act though, as it soon becomes more irritating than interesting for him. So if you aren't admitting to your feelings by the time he starts switching up, you might be in a lot of trouble and find some of your classmates going missing.

He sees no point keeping them around if you aren't willing to have him either.

But...if you do end up confessing to him before all of that could happen, he would be so overjoyed! Bouncing around and clinging onto you as if he hadn't just threatened demanded for your answer earlier!

It did came out as forceful... Maybe even a bit worrying from how he made you get straight to the point rather than beat around the bush for too long ⎯ but in the end, you did end up getting what you wanted, right? You have him now and he has you.

(Gonna add this extra part here just in case some readers aren't a big fan of yandere endings: But Sakura would talk to Tsukasa at one point about it and let him know of your feelings before you even got the chance to. Instead, having him confront you about it rather than the other way around ⎯ so that he could take the initiative and put the end to this cat and mouse chase.)

#☠️ #tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #Sakura x reader #Nanamine Sakura x reader #Natsuhiko x reader #Hyuuga Natsuhiko x reader #Tsukasa x reader #Yugi Tsukasa x reader

[firstfirerebel]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟

Sumary: You've always been the other woman. Your whole damn life. Always the second choice, and when you finally had hope, it broke into a million pieces.

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman x fem! reader

Warnings: heartbreak, being the second choice (kind of), sad, implied depressions, implied bullying, self-hatred (you are a wonderful person, don't let someone say otherwise 🫶)

Okay, Tom Holland is definitely NOT my type (my type just happens to be the old grumpy black pirate 🫠😂), but he was the only character that came into my mind to this scenario (cause I think in Star Wars this scenario would be either too cliché or unrealistic). And I'm somehow in a phase where I write about characters I'm not into, idk why.

Here you were again. After you've sworn yourself, not to be here again!

By now, you were used to being the second choice of someone. It has been like that since you can remember.

In kindergarten, your best friend preferred to play with another kid and ignored you every day it was there.

In primary school, you didn't fit in any clique. And the kids who did like you had happened to belong to that clique with a mean girl who just couldn't stand you. Those kids seemed to prefer belonging into a group and ignored you as well.

In high school, you hoped things would get better, but no. Instead, you got bullied.

Constantly, people around you gave you the feeling of being unwanted and unnecessary, so you tried your best not to annoy them and just stay quiet. The problem was that your simple presence annoyed them.

So, you did what they wanted. You stayed away from them. Being all alone was so typical by now. Still, you found yourself crying to sleep every night 'cause it hurt so bad.

Changing other people was impossible, but no matter how many times you tried to change yourself, they still found something to despise you more. So, staying in the shadows became easier and less painful. But, hello cliché, then you changed schools and met Peter and Ned, both nerds and idiots to be honest, but they were nice and funny, and your idiots.

At first, you planned not to speak to anyone. In order not to annoy them. But then the first lesson ended, and Peter and Ned introduced themselves to you, offered you to show the school, and even asked if you wanted to have lunch with them. You were shocked. No one has ever been that kind to you, nor has offered you to spend time together.

The few friends you had in the past used you and threw you away once they didn't need you anymore. And of course you thought that it was all your fault.

So it was all new to you. Friends, hanging out, being nice to each other. All of that always seemed to be something for the others and not you. For a long time, you thought your life purpose was to do everything people wanted. Even if you didn't like it.

Your classmates wanted you to stay away, so you did it. Someone wanted help with something, so you helped them. If one wanted to punch something out of anger, you would have been their punching bag. Just so you did something good, something that lowered your sin of being born. If there was a heaven, you believed it wasn't made for you. Hell, you even thought that serial killers were good persons compared to you.

You couldn't remember when you started to despise yourself, but you soon realized that it lowered the pain in you when someone picked on you again. Sounds weird, but that's how it felt. Knowing that there was at least something that you and the others had in common made you happy. You weren't completely opposites cause you, and they hated the same. Yourself. That soul that lived in your body. Everything that had to do with you. Except your family. Poor family, got punished with a daughter like you..., they did not deserve that.

In your head, there were two parts. One was you, and the other one was that girl back in primary school. She constantly told your mind what you did wrong, that you were ungrateful, selfish, not worth to even live, a problem that couldn't be repaired.

But back to Ned and Peter.

You three soon became a trio. Students liked to call you the Golden Trio of Harry Potter. But since Peter preferred Star Wars, he referred you as Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi Wan. To be honest, you thought the 'Golden Trio' fit more.

You were an introvert who loved books, and you were that type of student who got stressed at 16 points out of 17. Clearly, you were Hermione.

Ned was a bit clumsy but always a faithful friend that you could tell everything. He always asked if he could copy your homework, and he was always hungry like Ron.

So Peter would be Harry. He lost his parents like the boy who lived did. He was clever and knew what he wanted and how to achieve it. And he had a big heart.

At this time, the part of your head that was ruled by the mean girl of primary school was almost completely quiet.

But as always, life had other plans for you.

You didn't want to, but you started to fall for Peter. His sweet and kind nature made your heart melt every single time. The sometimes clumsy and shy behavior did the same to you. It wasn't because he was good-looking. You loved the person inside him. His character and his actions proved that he was a good guy and that he cared for people.

But, of course, he started to talk non-stop about MJ at the same time. The beautiful, cool MJ. You couldn't blame him, though. She was perfect. Her flawless skin, her beautiful curly hair, and her dark eyes.

When you were with Peter and Ned, Peter told you two about how he planned to confess to MJ. Luckily, you were a great actress and smiled even though you wanted to cry.

And then there was that voice again...

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠!

Her. It was her voice again...

After school ended, you couldn't just hang out with your friends like normal. You felt pity for them. Someone like you being their friend? Those two were just too polite to tell you that they couldn't stand your guts. So you said that you had an appointment and went for a walk.

How selfish of you. Ruining their lifes so you didn't have to feel so alone! Before you could stop it, you felt tears running down your cheeks.

But suddenly, there was a loud groan, and a huge stone creature was breaking houses in the streets. You just stared at it, around you all citizens screamed and ran away, but you didn't move an inch.

If he would crash you, everything would be over...

All the pain would just fade away!

But before the monster could hurt you, you were pulled off the ground by a man in a red spider suit. It was Spiderman, you knew him from the news.

"I'm taking you home," you heard him say.

"Don't you have to fight against that monster?"

"No, the Avengers will be here any second. They got everything under control,"

Since you forgot to close your window this morning (you live in a high building), the superhero just flew through it and put you down.

"May I ask why you didn't move when the monster was near you. You know you could've gotten seriously injured, maybe even worse,"

You looked onto the floor. After all, he was still a complete stranger, even though he just saved your life.

"I know you don't know me, but as someone whose identity is a secret, I wouldn't even be able to tell anyone. Please, I just want to understand," he said in a soft, comforting voice.

You sighed and sank onto your bed.

"I hate myself. That would be the short awnser. But the long one is worse,"

"I got enough time. Like said, the Avengers got everything under control. They don't need me. But why do you hate yourself? You seem like a nice and beautiful girl,"

"I wish I felt that way. But since primary school, I was bullied by my classmates. In high school, it got so worse that I had to change my school. There, I hoped I could just live an invisible life, but instead, two guys became my friends. Peter and Ned are the best things that have happened to me. But since Peter constantly talks about a girl, my self-hatred returned. I tried everything to erase it again, but it just won't go away. I feel like they just became my friends because they felt pity for me, and now they are too polite to tell me they can't stand me," you didn't even notice that you started to cry again.

"I don't know these guys, but I think they are your friends because they like you. You know, just because your friend is in love at the moment doesn't mean he wants to get rid of you. Why don't you talk to them?"

"To be honest, I'm in love. I fell in love with the first guy who was nice to me. All the girls in my class are only caring for looks, but I didn't fall for him because of his look. He is generous, nice, sweet, and a little bit clumsy sometimes. He makes me laugh and cares about others. I don't even consider him liking me. I just want his best, but all the friends I had before were better off without me. They literally told me that. So I better back off of him. I don't want his life to be bad because of me,"

What you didn't know was that under that mask was the boy you loved and that he had tears in his eyes, but he didn't even know why. Was it because you were in love with Ned? He should be happy for his friend, shouldn't he. You were an amazing girl. Ned and you would be a cute couple, but why didn't he like the thought of it. Was this the feeling you had when he talked about MJ? Was this jealousy?

"Please tell your friends about how you feel about yourself. If they don't care, they don't deserve you. And also tell them about your fear of them not liking you. I'm sure they will tell you how they feel. Good luck, beautiful lady,"

With those words, he was out of your window.

As Peter swang back home, his thoughts were only about you. How bad did your old classmates treat you that you think so less of you? At that moment, he promised you that he wouldn't let you down. Never!

#marvel #spiderman #peter parker #peter parker x reader #reader insert #spiderman x reader #x reader #writing

[conceptmobius]

Staff Recruitment

Greetings! This is a post regarding staff recruitment for Concept: “Mobius”, as you probably surmised. Vertekins and I always looking to add to the ranks and make the site as detailed, informative, and cool as it can be. If you’re interested in joining, great! Let’s find you a spot! Incidentally, you may be able to fill multiple roles, but first things first. You need to run before you can Spin Attack, after all.

Concept: “Mobius” is a Sonic the Hedgehog site dedicated to information about the games within the franchise and the worlds, characters, and events within. While there are multiple wikis and whatnot that serve this purpose, we’re trying to do things differently. We want to enrich the world of the Blue Blur and hopefully make it more cohesive, less muddled, and more fun. Obviously, this is too big a job for a few people, hence the slow trickle of updates over the years.

So, we need a team to tackle this endeavor, and we have many branches for all skill sets. You'll also be asked to help out here, as well, but more on that at another time.

Writers

Arguably one of the most important roles. Writers will be contributing the bulk of the site’s content, from articles and reviews to think pieces and news blurbs. You’ll be expected to be able to spell, know your grammar, and write coherently. If the most writing you’ve done is on Twitter, you may find yourself at a loss here, especially since you’ll probably have to be your own editor, unless you ask your teammates for help (which you can, to be clear).

Artists

Another absolutely crucial role. You’ll be responsible for how the site looks: graphics, character art, zone landscapes, etc. It’ll be a big task, but you’ll always be credited for your work, with links going to whatever platform you choose.

Programmers/Modders

Your job will be to modify the games. Why? Two reasons.

We’ll be using various games for clips and showcases, and we need them to be accurate as possible. Many of them are either missing content, have various inaccuracies between one another, or just don’t look/sound/play right for our purposes. We can’t very well show Sonic’s world if it’s lackluster, can we?

We want to show what even the worst of the franchise could look/sound/play like if given the TLC they deserve.

I know this doesn’t sound necessary or worthwhile, but I assure you, it will make sense in the future.

Theorists

You’ll be helping with various theories and doing your best to plug up various plotholes in the Sonic universe. Unlike certain other game theorists, however, you’ll be expected to show restraint when speculating and not go off on tangents or grasping at whatever straws you see.

Cartographers

Your job is a doozy: making a single, DEFINITIVE map of Sonic’s Earth. You see, there have been many in the games, and they’ve been different every time, depending on the game or the area it's based in. And each one has been inconsistent. Heck, people don't even know where Green Hill Zone definitively is, despite its number of uses.

THIS.

WILL.

NOT.

DO.

If anyone is going to take Sonic lore seriously (and few people do), we need one map that can be used for every game. That way, there is more consistency in the narrative and people have a more defined view of the world.

Modelers

Your role will be to make various character renders to be used for the cast in the Character Database. You’ll be working with the artists to make the most “true to life” representations of Sonic and the others as you can. You might also find yourself recreating certain areas or scenes from the games, demonstrating various abilities, or just letting the cast style on each other.

News Reporters

You’ll be reporting on everything Sonic-related that is newsworthy, whether it be a game announcement or a funny pic from Sega. Just try not to post any memes.

That'll do for now, although, we're welcoming anyone with a notable skill set. If you think you have something to contribute to Concept: "Mobius" that is or isn't listed here, let us know. Just be aware that we can't afford to pay anyone for their work.

Thank you very much in advance!

~Ryan

#Concept: “Mobius” #Sonic the Hedgehog #SEGA #Sonic fandom #fan site #Help Wanted #Recruitment #Looking for help #web site development #web site staff #SIGNAL BOOST #important #please boost

[fire-but-ashes-too]

☆º.⭐︎200 event!!⭐︎.º☆

HIIIIII

OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN AAAAAAAAAHHH

ok so! wow! 200! youre giving me too much power istg im feeling ✨important✨

oh btw here is my intro post

soooo how is this gonna work??? basically u have all these lil red (cause in this blog we stan red) emojis and each one has a meaning! by sending them in an ask (to me ofc lol) you'll get smt! which is basically how every other event usually works lmao

also pls dont just put the emoji, specify what u want lmao

OK HERE WE GOOOO

★•.☆ index ☆.•★

❤️ - therapist moment -> spill the tea bestie tell me your dilemmas and ill try to help u out

🥀 - smol art commissions (keep in mind im not the greatest artist bbut im inda in an art block so ill try everything!) these may take 1-2 weeks max, no nsfw or lot of gore, and mostly not very complex pieces lol (u can choose the medium btw)

☎️ - smol writing commissons! same as before, not more than 3k (idk whats the point rlly but im on block and ive seen ppl do it so ill give it a try)

🍉 - collage board! can be either for you, a character, a song, whatever u want youll just need to specify it :)

🍓 - playlist!! give me a genre and a theme and voila ill make u a playlist

💥 - mAmMA MiAaaAA -> i teach u italian✨ idk this was rlly random but y not?

💃🏻 - free compliments~ ill get u cheered up

🌹 - ill have my old grandma moment, take a seat, get some hot chocolate or some tea or whatever, some cookies and ill tell u about my life :D (maybe specify which kind of story u want? like TELL ME OF WHEN YOU WERE A COMPLETE IDIOT IN FORNT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE👹 that works well)

🎁 - ash the chef™️ aka i share with u my precious recipes (another very random one but i got back into baking lately soooo why not lol)

🧧 - 3.40 minutes -> u get ONE song for a veeeery specific feeling/moment/situation/ etc etc just specify and the sporacle (spotify-oracle ahahah im so funny ik) shall answer you

👠 - the poetrist aka a variation of writing commissions but on poetry (its more fun if u give me lots of specifcs lol)

🍄 - fandoms 101 -> do you want to get into a fandom? have you seen a fandom which seems really cool but you have no idea on hwere to start or how? call the 13-fire-but-ashes-too-13 (or: my ask box) and get yourself a new fandom to cry over! (this only applies to things im in lmao)

🧣 - idk guys im out of ideas but i wanted the 13 thingies so this is extra, just do watever you want, run free my dears

AHHHHHH OK OK IM GONNA GO NOW SPAM ALL U WANT AND DRINK WATERRRRRRRR

bye :p

#ash on fire #200 event!!! #were a little over that now (HOWWWWW) #but still!! #wow!! #writeblr #artblr #200 followers

[shiorimakibawrites]

Fantasy (Part 9 of Alley Cat)

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3108

Summary:  Reader is feeling anxious about upcoming discussion with Daredevil and needs to relax.

Warnings: MINORS DNI - EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. Masturbation. Vaginal Fingering. Fantasies about oral sex (female receiving and male receiving), penis in vagina sex, and implied unprotected sex. Reader being anxious.

Can also be read here. The Masterlist for this series can be found here

Author’s Note: While trying to write the conversation between Reader and Matt, the muses informed me that was another chapter before that one could happen. A chapter involving smut. I have never written smut. I've read it. Never written it. Until now. Hopefully it isn't terrible. I now have increased respect for writers of smut. It is (hee) hard.

Fantasy

by Shiori_Makiba

You were waiting for Daredevil (who was probably Matt Murdock) to show up. At least you thought he would be visiting you tonight. There was no way to know for sure. It wasn't like you had set up a meeting with him. You just assumed that he would want to have a discussion with anyone who had discovered who he was under the mask.

Assuming you hadn't completely misinterpreting everything. You were pretty sure that you hadn't. He hadn't been subtle with his hints. At all. The only way he could have less subtle was if he had walked in and said 'I am Daredevil.'

You were ninety-nine percent certain that Daredevil and Matt Murdock were the same person but that little sliver of doubt was enough for anxiety to latch onto and make you start second-guessing yourself.

There were reasonable explanations for every hint or clue that didn't involve Murdock being Daredevil. Yes, all of them together stretched plausibility but sometimes improbable things happened. Ten years ago, if you had been asked if it was possible for a World War II soldier, a billionaire, a monster, an archer, and a lady assassin to stop an alien invasion, you would have said it was not. And yet, that is exactly what happened.

The biggest thing that was making your brain run in circles was simply that it was a very serious accusation to make. An accusation for which you had absolutely no proof. Your case was built entirely on guesswork, assumptions, and personal opinion. Any defense attorney worth their salt would able to shred it to pieces with ease.

If you were wrong, the best case scenario was that Daredevil and Murdock would find your crazy theory that they were same person to be funny. You'd be embarrassed but everyone would have a good laugh and move on. Worst case scenario? Daredevil would be offended that you would accuse his blind friend of breaking the law and violating his oaths as an attorney. He ends your friendship and you never see him again outside of the news. And you would need a new legal team because such accusations would be completely justified grounds for them to sever the attorney-client relationship with you.

You tried to distract yourself from such anxiety-fueled thoughts.

You started with Houdini. Who deserved some extra attention anyway. He gladly accepted a session with the fishing pole toy. It was always fun watching him chasing after, jumping at, and pouncing on the dancing ribbons. When he started to tire, you put the toy down and gave him some treats.

Feeling more relaxed, you made yourself comfortable on your couch and decided to continue reading your book. A fantasy romance novel that you had picked out because the swashbuckling hero in the cover art resembled Daredevil from his The Man In Black days. The plot was a little formulaic but you liked the characters and the sex scenes were steamy.

And honestly, it was far less embarrassing than the other novel you had recently purchased. A superhero romance whose half-demon hero the Red Devil was very obviously inspired by Daredevil. You hoped Daredevil never found out that you had read it. And it's two sequels. And pre-ordered the fourth and final book in the series. Because you had gotten invested in the story. And the sex scenes were really hot.

As soon as you started reading, Houdini made himself at home on your lap and started bumping your hand with his head. You took the hint and starting petting him with one hand while holding your book with the other. It didn't take long for him to start purring and then fall asleep.

You thought you had successfully headed off that anxiety spiral until the sun started to go down and that discussion with Daredevil became imminent. Soon you were too anxious to sit still and had to get off the couch. Houdini appreciated neither being woken up from his nap or being moved when he was comfortable. Which he informed you of. Loudly. Before curling up in the warm spot you had been laying in and going back to sleep.

You started pacing around the apartment and knew you were too keyed up. You needed to relax. Normally you would cook but the marinara in the slow cooker didn't need anything except to be turned to the keep warm setting. You already had enough homemade pasta in your freezer to feed several people. Which also had an ample supply of soups, sauces, and other make-ahead meals for the upcoming week. And then some. You always seemed to make too much food for one person. Granted your friends were usually happy to take your overflow. Especially Jo since she can't boil water without burning it.

Maybe that was for best. You were jittery enough that maybe handling a knife was a bad idea. Kneading bread dough was great stress relief but you were still working through the results of your last stress induced baking spree.

You needed something else. Maybe a shower? A shower sounded good. It had a lot of benefits. It would relax you. And ensure that you didn't stink when the man with the bloodhound nose showed up. Mind made up, you headed for your bedroom to grab some fresh clothes.

You were debating about what to wear – what was the appropriate attire for secret identity discussions – when your eyes landed on your copy of The Red Devil. Which was on the floor along with a couple of other books that had been in the bookcase. The cleared out space was suspiciously Houdini sized. You rolled your eyes. It seemed that you had found his new napping spot which rotated every couple of days and had included the places like the breadbox on the kitchen counter. And the molded shelf in the shower stall. His favorite seemed to be your underwear drawer. And like with the bookcase, he wasn't afraid to dump some of your panties on the floor in order to make room for himself.

You picked up the fallen books and stacked them in another spot in the bookcase. There was no point in putting them back in their shelf until Houdini got bored of napping there. He would just push them off the shelf again. Looking at the cover art of the Red Devil books with its titular hero in skin-tight red leather, you couldn't help thinking about your vigilante in red leather and Kevlar. You blushed a little remembering how many times you had re-imagined the sex scenes with Daredevil instead of Red Devil and yourself instead of the journalist heroine. The memory alone was enough get you a little worked up. Which only made you blush harder.

You shook your head and decided firmly that you were at least going to be comfortable during your potentially awkward conversation. Besides he already been exposed to your sleep wear. It wasn't going to horrify him now. So you grabbed a pair of thin sleep pants and an oversized tee shirt along with clean underwear and socks. Then headed for the bathroom.

After depositing your clothes on the counter, you reached into the shower stall and twisted the knob. With a loud hiss, the shower sputtered to life. As you waited for the water to heat up, you stripped out of your slacks, blouse, panties, bra, and socks. You tested the water but it needed another minute. Which left you with nothing to do but stand there naked in the rising steam and think.

Your mind tried to retread the same anxiety-filled spiral but you pushed away those thoughts. You were supposed to be relaxing. You needed to think of something else. Anything else.

The something else your brain finally settled on as you entered the shower stall and slide the door shut was sex. Specifically sex with Daredevil . . .

You flushed and tried think of something else. You needed to be able to look Daredevil in the eye tonight, possibly very soon if he decided to talk to you before his patrol, and that would be impossible to do if you had just been picturing him naked and getting off to it. The fact that Daredevil was probably Matt Murdock who was blind and (probably) wouldn't know that you were avoiding his eyes was irrelevant.

But your brain had decided on what it wanted to latch onto next. And that thing was imagining Daredevil naked.

His Daredevil suit wasn't skin tight but it fitted his body close enough to give your imagination a good starting point. You pictured broad shoulders, solid pecs, and abs that you could bounce a quarter off that tapered into a trim waist before flaring out into the finest ass on the East Coast. Possibly the world. Thick thighs that would encourage your legs apart whether you were on your back or straddling his lap. Powerful arms that could easily hold you up against the wall or pin you down the bed. And, through it might be setting you up for disappointment later, a big dick, long and thick enough to make you feel the stretch when he entered you, that you would feel full when he was inside you.

Your cunt began to throb with need just at the thought of him being inside you. You leaned against the wall of the shower, hissing as the coolness of the tile touched your warm skin. Using your back to brace yourself against the wall, you spread your legs. You reached a hand and was unsurprised to feel that you were already wet. What surprised you was just how wet you already were. You gasped when your fingers grazed your clit and began to rub gentle circles.

You pictured a kiss. One that started out like the one of your cheek. Just the gentle press of those soft, pink lips against yours that soon deepens into something firmer, something hungrier. You imagined those hands, rough with calluses, roaming over your body. Followed by his lips, creating a trail of fire with alternating kisses and little nips down your neck to the tops of your breasts. The light scrap of his beard scuff causing the skin to sing with sensation that would leave you squirming against his body.

You started moaning his name as your fingers increased their pace on your clit, picturing those clever fingers teasing your nipples until they tightened into stiff peaks. You would cry out when he latched onto one of the stiff peaks and sucked, arching your back to press more of your breast into his mouth.

You whined as your cunt clenched around nothing. You slide the fingers of your other hand along your soaked slit, coating your fingers in slick. You started panting as those fingers rubbed against your entrance and then began to dip inside. Soon you were pumping that finger in and out. It felt so good but not enough. You wanted more. You needed more. You quickly worked in a second finger. Which was better but you wished it was his fingers, thicker than yours, that were inside of you. But you made do and once you had a rhythm, your other hand resumed rubbing clit.

Soon the tension inside of you began to coil tighter and tighter . . . until it shattered as you came with a guttural moan. Legs trembling, you slide down the wall to sit on the floor of the shower. You felt more slick coating your thighs as your cunt clenched and twitched. You leaned your head back, closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath.

Well, you were definitely more relaxed now. And as much as you would like to sit there and enjoy your post-orgasm bliss, you needed to finish cleaning yourself before you ran out of hot water. You pushed yourself up onto still wobbly legs and reached for the soap . . .

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Matt hadn't been trying to be a voyeur. Honestly. He had come to your apartment with the intention of speaking to you before starting his patrol. Otherwise he would be distracted and being distracted while fighting would lead to injuries. Which would annoy Claire who had been running off her feet caring not only for the civilians at her hospital who had been injured during Tuesday's attack but also the vigilantes who had responded. He made a mental note to talk to Danny about buying her a day at the spa or something. Didn't want her thinking that they didn't appreciate all of her hard work.

Furthermore, especially after his stunt at the office today, if he showed up at work tomorrow injured because he was distracted by a pretty girl, Foggy might actually kill him.

At first, his timing had seemed perfect. He had caught Houdini in the act of making his way down the fire escape. The cat made a spirited attempt to evade capture but ultimately failed. Not that he accepted his defeat quietly as Houdini immediately started monologuing at him. And squirming as soon as he started to scale the fire escape.

Which rather distracted Matt as he didn't want to accidentally drop your cat. A fall from this height could be lethal. Which would upset you greatly. He knew how much you loved your cat. Such an occurrence would also upset him as Matt had grown rather fond of Houdini.

The result was that he didn't notice the situation until he was standing on the platform by your bedroom window. But once he did, he immediately froze and didn't even notice Houdini taking advantage of his suddenly slack hold to slip out of his hands.

The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, stirring his cock to life. He couldn't stop himself from inhaling deeply, his tongue from sweeping out to taste the air. He wished he was in the shower with you, his nose nuzzled against your neck. Filling his lungs with your pheromones and the sweet, sweet smell of your body getting wet for him.

Or even better, laying you down on the counter and burying his face in your cunt. He wanted to feel the muscles in your thighs twitch and tremble under his hands as he licked up your slit. To hear your panting moans as he lapped at and sucked on your clit. Or started fucking you with his tongue. He hoped you would pull his hair, gripped tightly in your hand, as he drew you closer and closer to release . . .

Then he heard something that only made his twitching cock harder. You started moaning his name. Daredevil at first but soon you were also panting out Matt. Confirmation that it was him you were fantasizing about while you touched yourself . . .

It took more willpower than was pretty to leave. And even more to stop listening to you get off. One day, he promised himself. One day, if you agreed to it, he would replicate this moment but this time, he would get to participate as something other than an accidental voyeur. One of a growing list of fantasies that he hoped you would be agreeable to fulfilling someday.

But not today. Regardless of the outcome of your discussion tonight, sex wasn't happening. He wasn't going to fuck you without taking you to dinner first. He had at least that much class.

His patrol was going to be delayed. He was even more distracted now then he was before. His erection was refusing to be willed away. His cock knew what it wanted. To be buried in your sweet cunt, to feel you gripping him tightly with each thrust until he spilled himself inside you. It would have to settle for his left hand.

Once back to his apartment, Matt wasted no time stripping off his suit and pushing down his boxers, hissing with relief at the cool air on his aching cock. Your apartment wasn't very far from his but it was long enough that the silk of his boxers rubbing on his erection was starting to make him oversensitive. That same sensitivity made him sit on his impatience and retrieve the lube. It didn't smell anywhere near as good as your slick but it would have to do.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke the length. He tried to imagine that it was your hands wrapped around his cock but the sensation wasn't right. Your hands were smaller than his. Softer too. He vividly recalled the feel of your hand against his when he shook your hand after signing the retainer agreement as well as your cheek under his lips.

He was looking forward to discovering if the rest of your skin was just as soft. How your curves would feel under his hands. How your breathe would hitch when he cupped your breasts or grabbed a handful of your ass.

The pace of his hand increased as his mind flicked between all the things he wanted to do with you. He wanted you to sit on his face. Gripping your hips as you moved against his mouth, chasing your orgasm. Licking and sucking you afterward until you are squirming and whining from overstimulation.

His hips gave an involuntary jerk at the thought. Another fantasy rose to the surface.

You on your knees in front of him sucking his cock. He groaned at the thought of his cock engulfed in the tight, wet mouth of your mouth. Your tongue licking his length and discovering every sensitive spot, teasing him until he begged for more. Your lips closing over just the head and sucking. Your nails digging into his thighs, the little pain adding a sweet edge to the pleasure you brought. Would you moan as he fought not to start fucking your face? Would you let him come down your throat? Would you keep sucking and licking after his release until he also started whining from overstimulation?

That did it. He swore as he began to cum, coating his hand and abdomen in a sticky mess. He worked himself until it was too much. He needed to be spent before he came near you again with your arousal lingering in the air. Or he might given into temptation and take you on your kitchen table. Even after all that, his cock still gave an aborted twitch at the thought.

He cleaned up himself and was getting the suit back on when he heard the first signs of trouble. He growled. Looks like your conversation would have to wait until after he put the fear of the Devil in some people.

Ending Notes:

The first romance novel Reader mentions is basically Stardust if Tristan was Zorro / Dread Pirate Roberts.

The Red Devil ones are basically a original novel version of Falling For The Devil (Daredevil fic by BellaGiornata here on AO3 – go read it. Yes, I know it is at current point 79 installments long. Read it anyway).

The Devil books are quite popular. There might be a screen adaptation in the works. And I may have cast Charlie Cox as the lead in said screen adaptation.

#daredevil #the alley cat series #fan fic #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader smut

[iwoszareba]

so that diamond ‘thoughts abt your character’ thing. I enjoy writing the clown man so every KC I feel I have decent enough grasp on gets a hot take. 

we are going with Knave as a companion bc that's the easiest option

I'm so sorry if you did not want to hear from him, some of his opinions are real garbage @dujour13 @commander-lariel @turbulentpumpkin43 @silversiren1101 @lairiend @angrygoatwoman @dmagedgoods @offsidekineticist @vulpineix @desnas @cassynite @spyridonya @undyingembers

Siavash

He is disgustingly sweet. And you think to yourself 'I can be a responsible adult and cut my sugar intake' but then you see that cookie box on the table and what are you supposed to do? Not take one? Or two? Or a dozen? I hate him. He is fun.

Lariel

She just radiates fear seemingly unprompted? Someone should get that fixed. For the sake of the crusade or something. Don't look at me, I don't know how nor am I inclined to. If the decision was up to me I would release the storm inside her to see what happens.

Zrise

He is so sour! And angry! Trying to get respect by being the meanest dog in the neighbourhood. But his bite matches his bark so it's all fine. And hey, I'm an honest fellow of honest pleasures so he can bite me any time he wants.

Ariadne

She is a hoot! Not many things in this world more exciting than a good explosion. And she provides those in spades. Surprisingly she also seems to like me? The other shoe will drop eventually I'm sure but for now I can just enjoy what we have.

Mino

I know she has chaos at her core, you can see it leak sometimes and it's glorious. But instead of indulging in it, it's like she's made an oath to try to be boring at all costs. Do you think it's Regill's influence? Can boring rub off on another person? What a terrifying thought.

Agria

This lady is on fire! Metaphorically I mean, I think she may end up burning herself, also metaphorically. But I have to admit I do enjoy watching the flames go higher (metaphorically and literally) so I'm here for it. Look at her go!

Oleander

Don't tell him this, I don't want him to start thinking I'm a possible convert but if I reeeeeeeally had to choose a god to worship it would be Lamashtu. I like to think we monster types have an understanding. Even when he is being all nice like a freak.

Salvadore

I feel like I'm supposed to hate him and I kinda do. Angel man with a stick up his ass. But then he does something unexpected and it's like: woah! Where did that come from? I'm begging you to show me more. I'm at the edge of my seat.

Theoven

Such a funny little guy! Like a cart on the path to a disaster no matter which track he picks. Honestly that's plenty enjoyable. And he has so much emotion in him, he should let loose more often! I can hardly believe he is related to Regill of all people.

Luthais

What a wet blanket of a person. Could you give us a single emotion? No? Okaaaaay I can drag something out of you but I don't think you will like it! Seriously, he is a piece of work. I get that he is doomed by the narrative but he could at least try to be funny about it.

Taro

Have you ever met someone who looks at a wild beast and thinks they can turn it into a friendly critter? I think that's how they look at me and it's extremely funny. But I can play along for a little while, why not. Watch me be the freakiest little azata.

Sparrow

She is like a box locked in a box locked in a box locked… You get the idea. I don't know what's at her core and at this point I'm not sure it's worth the effort. I'm still gonna try to get her riled up whenever possible. What else is there to do?

Kadira

It's comforting to see someone who got fucked up by Areelu just as bad. I think she should get angrier about it but hey. Good for her for having a semblance of emotional stability. Or maybe it's just an act? It would be fun to see her spiral. I mean that affectionately.

Lenarius/Leonosa

Not only is he all prim and proper but he also does not get annoyed easily. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with her! I guess I have to try harder? Really backing me into a corner here. Sigh. Maybe I should just kick back and take it easy.

#pwotr pals #if someone wants to do this for either of my boys feel free to and encouraged but i do not wish to impose #already feeling like a freak tagging everyone #and tumblr didn't let me to tag spyri and embers for some reason pensive emoji #oc: knave #his bias for chaotics is really showing lmao #writing tag