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juceynightmare · 1 year

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dating 101 (18+) part 7 - cody rhodes x reader

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dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, alcohol and marijuana usage, dry humping, use of pet names, massive pda

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, some sexual content

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sprawled out on cody’s bed, comfy and warm under his sheets, was y/n. her phone was in her hands as she mindlessly scrolled through tiktok while cody was getting dressed for the party, and ted was preparing a presentation for one of his classes. she was already dressed and ready to party, a few shots already in her system to get rid of her nerves for when she would eventually see roman again. speaking of the devil, her phone buzzed in her hand as roman’s text appeared as a notification on her screen.

[roman] you ready?

[y/n] yeah, waiting up on cody though, he’s still getting dressed

[roman] alright, when should i head over?

[y/n] we’re pregaming right now, i think it’s fine if you wanna come over now. celadon 314

[roman] alright, i’ll see you soon, doll.

[y/n] see you soon roman <3

she smiled at her phone, her heart jumping in her chest. she shut her phone and reached over to place it on cody’s desk, turning over in the bed so she was laying on her side. roman and y/n had been texting nonstop the entire day, talking about anything and everything. so much so, that y/n had found herself distracted during her lecture times as she’d spend more of her attention on roman rather than the actual class material.

“roman’s coming soon.” she announced, looking over at cody just as he pulled a black compression long sleeve shirt on. y/n quickly averted her gaze once she found herself staring at the way cody’s back muscles had flexed as he put on the shirt, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“alright, i’m pretty much ready to go anyway.” cody said as he turned around to face her. “come on, get out of bed, you’re going to ruin your hair, sweetheart.” he said, walking over to where she was and watching as she pulled his blanket over her head.

ted glanced over at the two and rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his work. “you guys act like an old married couple.” he commented.

cody had managed to pull his blanket off of y/n, and grabbed her hands so he could pull her up and out of bed. he scoffed at ted’s statement, and teased him, “you’re jealous that she keeps my bed warm for me.”

y/n laughed as cody pulled her up, eventually sitting up up his bed and pulling her hands out of his grasp. she flattened her hair and said, “don’t worry teddy, i’ll keep your bed warm!” her innocence in her statement and her gaze shocked the two men, and they were certain she had no idea what the statement implied.

before the two of them could ruin y/n’s innocence, y/n pushed herself up to stand up, reaching for the bottle of tito’s that was rested on cody’s table. she lined up the three shot cups, filling them all up as cody laughed, “you’re gonna be a mess by the time we get there, sweetheart.”

y/n shook her head, capping the bottle and handing ted his shot cup while cody grabbed his own. “i’ll be fine, codes. and if anything, i’ll have roman there” she assured him. she picked up her cup and held it out for the three of them to cheers to before they downed their shots.

y/n’s face twisted in disgust as she set her cup down. she grabbed the can of coke cody had held out to her, quickly chasing down the vodka with a large gulp of coke before handing the can back over to cody. “god that’s fucking horrible, it just gets worse everytime.” she coughed out.

besides her, cody laughed at her disgust, setting down his shot cup and the coke back on the table. he placed his hand on the small of y/n’s back, rubbing his thumb in small circles against her skin. “that means you’re one step closer to being fucked up.” cody pointed out.

ted reached up from where he was sat, pinching y/n’s cheek lightly. “and you’re already starting to turn red, you lightweight.” he teased. she shook her head in reply, leaning into cody’s side and shutting her eyes.

“not a lightweight.” she defended herself, feeling cody pull her closer to him. she turned herself slightly so she could wrap her arms around cody’s waist.

y/n was the touchy type of drunk, always wanting to be touched by, or touching someone else. ted and cody would often find themselves with y/n clinging on to them as if she were a koala, and would have to continue drinking and smoking with her in their lap.

a knock on the door caught their attention, although y/n didn’t budge from where she was attached to cody. she whined as he tried to pry her off, letting out a loud, “nooo why are you pushing me away? codyyy”

ted laughed as he stood up. “i got it codes.” he told his roommate as he walked over to the door and pulled it open.

at the doorway stood roman, jey, and jimmy, roman’s twin cousins. “what’s up uce!” yelled cody from inside the room as ted stood off to the side.

roman, jimmy, and jey all greeted ted and shook his hand before walking in, their eyes widening at the sight in front of them.

cody was still trying to pry y/n off of him, who had decided the best form of defense was to sit down on the floor and wrap both her arms and legs around cody’s own leg. the side of her face was pressed against cody’s knee, facing away from the guests that had just arrived.

“not everyday i see you actively trying to get a girl off of you, cody.” jey mused with laughter.

“is that the shy y/n that big uce keeps talking about?” jimmy chimed in, looking over at roman for his reaction to the situation.

for a second, roman’s expression was almost scary, not liking the way y/n was clinging on to cody and didn’t seem to want to let go. that was, until a loud, “roman!” rang through the room.

y/n had finally turned her head to look at whoever walked in, a wide smile appearing on her face once she saw roman had walked in. immediately, y/n let go of cody and stood herself up, bounding over to roman with a slight bounce in her step. she stood in front of him, swaying slightly. “hi roman!”

roman looked over y/n’s outfit, licking his lips and not even attempting to hide the way he was satisfied that y/n had stopped clinging on to cody just to walk over to him in such a cute manner. “hi y/n.” he laughed, his arm quick to wrap around y/n’s waist to steady her. “how many did she have?” he asked, turning his head to look at cody.

y/n wanted to melt right there, roman’s strong grip on her erupting butterflies in her stomach.

“uh,” cody began, grabbing a sharpie from off the table. he walked over to the two, focusing his eyes on y/n’a shoulder so he wouldn’t glare at the place where roman was touching her. “3 now.” he answered with a laugh as he grabbed y/n’s hand gently. he turned her hand to show the two tally marks that were on her wrist, before using the sharpie to add a third line.

“only 3?” jey gasped out, cody confirming with a nod and handing roman the sharpie.

“lightweight.” every man rang out in unison, much to the dismay of y/n who pouted out her bottom lip.

“i’ll take care of her.” roman assured, his gaze still fixed down on y/n in his arms. the way y/n’s cheeks had flushed a deep red at his comment had left roman content knowing that her blush was so deep because of him.

“good luck with that, she’s a real clingy one. don’t expect to pull anyone else while she’s clinging on to you.” cody laughed as he held out new shot cups to jimmy, jey, and roman.

“i already have my doll in my arms, why would i need to score another one?” roman mumbled under his breath, his gaze flickering down to y/n who had heard what he said. he winked at her, pulling her by the waist so she was tucked and pressed right against his side.

“alright boys, one for the road and lets get out of here!” cody whooped and hollered as he filled up their cups, before setting the bottle back down on his desk.

“let’s have a great night tonight and party hard!” jimmy yelled out, as the men brought their shot cups to the middle to touch before downing their drinks.

y/n didn’t remember how long they’ve been at the party, or even when they got there. her memory was already a blur, only able to focus on the way that roman had kept her pressed right up against him in any way possible since the moment they had met up at cody’s room.

y/n downed another shot of whatever roman was giving her, the cheap alcohol burning down her throat.

the frat house was packed, cody, jimmy, and jey no longer anywhere in sight from the moment they entered. roman was quick to pull y/n into the bar area where there was less people, and the music was loud enough for y/n to sing along to for roman.

currently, y/n’s back was pressed against roman’s front as she swayed her hips innocently to the song playing over the speakers. she felt roman grab her hand to mark another tally on her forearm, and she giggled at the way her skin tingled with sensation where he touched her.

“did i get a chance to tell you how beautiful you look in your outfit?” y/n heard him whisper against her eye, his words slurred from the countless drinks roman had already downed. she leaned back against him further as his arms circled around her waist, a giggle leaving her lips.

“no, no you didn’t.” she answered, tilting her head back to look up at him.

roman brought his hand up to wrap around her throat, using his other arm to turn her around in his grasp. he flipped them around so he could press y/n back against a wall, pressing his hips flush against her front.

y/n gasped, her body suddenly feeling weak as roman pressed her against the wall.

“you look stunning, doll. i know every guy here wishes he could be in my position right now.” roman whispered lowly, removing his hand from her throat to place it behind her head.

the breath was knocked out of y/n’s lungs once roman rolled his hips against her, his hand on her waist guiding her to wrap her legs around his own waist.

she jumped up slightly, wrapping her legs around roman’s waist as he fully pressed his body against her to keep her against the wall.

her breath was knocked out of her lungs once more when she felt roman’s mouth on hers, the man’s hands lowering to grab her ass as he continued to roll his hips into hers.

the kiss was messy, full of tongue, and tasted like alcohol. but the way that roman was grinding against her had y/n moaning into the kiss. her hands got tangled in roman’s hair, pulling and tugging at it and making roman moan against her.

roman pulled away too quickly for y/n’s liking, his lips traveling down the girl’s neck to suck and bite at the skin there.

“roman.” she gasped out, tightening her grip on his waist with her legs and grinding down against him.

“i knew you were a slut under that shy facade, babygirl.” he mumbled against her skin, one of his hands trailing up to cup her breast. roman pulled away from her neck bringing his head back up to kiss her as he fondled her breast in his large hand. y/n gasped and moaned as he roughly toyed with her breast, causing roman to growl against her mouth, “good fucking girl. keep moaning for me while i play with you.”

the two got lost in themselves, the alcohol in their systems further fueling them. suddenly, it felt as if someone had bumped into roman rather forcefully, and forced y/n and roman to pull away from each other. roman turned his head to glare at whoever it was that bumped into them, only for his gaze to soften once he saw cody stumbling over his own two feet in a drunken haze.

“ah shit sorry guys, didn’t mean to ruin it. i’m heading back with lissette here. bring y/n back safe, roman.” cody apologized, his arm wrapped around another obviously drunk girl’s waist that was currently attached to cody’s neck.

y/n pressed her face into roman’s neck, feeling extremely embarrassed that her best friend had caught her in a heated moment with roman.

“go have fun, uce. i already told you that i got her.” roman shoo’d off cody, watching as the blonde man nodded and turned on his heel to leave the area. roman would miss the satisfied smile that appeared on cody’s face the moment his back was to roman and y/n. he’d also miss the way cody had straightened himself out and was able to walk out of the house as if he were completely sober, even with a girl clinging on to him and kissing away at cody’s lips and neck.

roman turned his attention back to y/n, setting her down gently. the nerves had settled in for the both of them, the reality of their situation kicking in to overdrive.

“roman, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.” y/n mumbled weakly as her head began to feel as if it were pounding. she pulled her face away from his neck to look up at him.

“yeah, you drank a lot, doll.” roman laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to y/n’s forehead. roman kept her held against him, his arms wrapped around her waist.

y/n leaned into his touch, bringing her arms up to wrap around roman’s neck as she rested the side of her head against his chest.

“want me to bring you back to your dorm? it looks like the party’s dying out anyway.” roman asked, rubbing circles into y/n’s back with his large palm.

it was as if she was caught in a trance in his gaze, her whole body feeling as if she were floating on the ocean waves. she was reaching the point of being unable to tell if the way her body was reacting was because of how drunk she was, or because of the way roman was touching her.

she nodded her head, and whispered, “pretty please.”

“of course, sweetheart.” she heard him say, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. roman picked her up bridal style, determining that she wasn’t able to walk on her own and carried her out of the house.

y/n could have sworn that for a second, it was cody’s voice calling her sweetheart and not roman’s voice.

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naoyaslut · 1 year

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Ch. 10

minors do not interact, NSFW,

a/n: ageless/minimal blogs will be blocked instantly for interacting with my works. do not steal, redistribute, or post my works on other sites such as AO3 or tiktok.

pairings: naoya zenin x !femreader18+ toji x !femreader x cursed spirit

wcount. 6.3k

tw: mentions of physical abuse, threats of death, pregnancy mention, mild explicit smut, foreplay, penetration, protective naoya, insecure naoya, skeptical naoya, manipulation.

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Naoya stood rigidly in the main hall of the estate where his father was along with two of his consorts. The women said nothing, just stood in silence beside his father as he sat in a large throne chair, his attention now fixated on his son.

After spending the night taking care of you personally after you’d become ill, the first thing of business he wanted was to confront his father about what had happened the day before. How he had unwarrantedly put his hands on you when he was the only one who would ever punish his wife if need be.

Even Naoya himself wouldn’t put his hands on you, there was no way in hell he would allow his father to do so, simply because he felt like it.

Naobito clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. It was as if he wanted to hear nothing about Naoya’s wife or the fact that he had struck her.

“Do you even care that she disrespected you?” He asked, tipping his wine glass in Naoya’s direction. “Right in front of my face at that, as if I’d allow her to do so,”

“It doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on her, the only person who has that right is me. She is my wife, not yours.” Naoya threw a furtive glance over his shoulder where Toji stood a few feet behind him, extremely relaxed. His attention was too on Naobito, an aggressive glare thrown in his direction. “I’ll only warn you once if you touch her again, I will be forced to retaliate,”

Naobito threw his empty glass on the floor, it shatters pieces of glass scattered across the floor.

“Retaliate?!” he bellowed, standing up angrily. His face was flushed from the wine and possibly his anger, and all of his attention was now on Naoya. “You’re threatening me? The head of the Zenin clan? I-I- am in charge until-”

Naoya interrupted him unmoved by his sudden declaration.

“Until what? You die of cirrhosis?” Naobito was an avid drinker, he was an alcoholic. Naoya knew that his father would be dead soon, if not from the sickness he possessed from someone else he crossed in the long run.

“I won’t repeat myself again, keep your hands off my wife father,”

Naoya turned to leave, with Toji hot on his tail. The two of them ducked into a study where Naoya began to explain to him the responsibility of what he required of him to keep y/n safe.

“I want you to be with her at all times if I am not able,” Naoya mentioned offhandedly, turning to glance out one of the windows in the study. “There is another war brewing, I’m sure you’re aware and I will be required to leave for an extended period.”

“And you think that I won’t be required to fight?” Toji asked, green eyes shining with mirth.

“I’m ordering you not to, you will remain on the estate,” Naoya said, “You’re still recovering from the attack on the south, correct?”

Toji didn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of multiple voices out in the hall distracted both of them with the doors to the study being pushed open.

Sanosuke L/N, walked into the study, with Lianne following a few short steps behind him. His face was hard, brows knitted together to form a knot. By his facial expression, he wasn’t too amused, his lips pressed into a thin line while he eyed Naoya.

Before Naoya could greet him, he began to speak coolly.

“So not only my sister is being blamed and shamed by your drunkard father, she’s also being mistreated,” Sanosuke frowned shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Remind me, why did I leave her in your care? If you cannot protect her, then I’m better off taking her with me,”

Naoya scowled, crossing the room to meet Sanosuke face-to-face. He was irritated. Not only did he have to deal with his drunkard of a father, but now he had to deal with y/n’s brother. How had he even known about this? Someone must have been feeding him information.

“I’m taking care of it, my father meant no harm it was a misunderstanding,” Naoya gritted his teeth at his own response, it infuriated him that he had to defend his father’s actions simply for diplomacy.

Sanosuke smiled smugly, his gaze flickering over to Toji and then back to Naoya before he glanced to look back at Lianne.

“Lianne, go and fetch my sister. I’ll want to speak with her before I take my leave,”

Lianne bowed in agreeance before she turned to leave the room closing the doors behind her.

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When Lianne knocked on the doors to your chambers, you were jolted awake from a rather deep slumber. You had still been asleep from the night before and groggily rolled over onto your back before sitting up in bed.

“C-come in,” You were feeling better than you did the night before, but you were exhausted. Very little nausea remained, but your body ached in ways you didn’t know possible.

Lianne pushed open the doors before stepping inside allowing them to slowly fall shut behind her. She approached your side of the bed and placed a hand on your shoulder to help you stand.

“My lady, your brother has sent for me to help you get ready for the day… how are you feeling?”

A frown marred your features instantly, confusion surfacing in lieu of your tiredness. Did you hear her correctly? Your brother had sent for you.

“Sanosuke is here?” you asked quietly, allowing her to help you stand.

Lianne nodded and escorted you over to an empty basin where she began to help you undress. The doors to the room opened once again and more servants with warm water for a bath. Once inside they set aside clean towels and began to fill the tub with water.

“Yes, my lady. He’s here speaking with your husband,” Lianne began to peel away the silk chemise you wore to bed and earned a bewildered gaze from you when you began to process the information.

“W… What is he doing here?” you asked, unsure if you wanted to know the answer. You had been complaining about being reunited with your brother over the past few weeks, but you didn’t expect him to show up spontaneously.

“He’s speaking to Naoya-sama about… the incident with his father, he means to possibly retrieve you from here,”

You fell silent at her words and hesitantly allowed her to guide you into the bath where you were able to sit in the warm water. You were surprised. Your brain was working overtime trying to figure out how he found out about what happened so quickly. The incident just happened just the day before, how could he have known?

Lianne began to help you bathe, drawing a pail of warm water over your back before rubbing you down with a bar of soap.

“I… sent word to him after I saw you leaving the meeting room with Naobito-sama,” Lianne replied, rinsing the suds off your body.

“B-but why would you do that?” Nervously swallowing down the bile that had been forming in the back of your throat, you pushed your face into the palms of your hands.

Although you expressed that you no longer wanted to be here, with Naoya. You were beginning to feel different about it. You didn’t want to be taken away from here simply because your brother had ordered it.

Lianne finished washing you and helped you into a casual grey gown, tying a white sash around your waist. After braiding your hair, she proceeded to turn back towards the door.

“Would you like breakfast first my lady?”

After declining you stood up to follow her to the exit.

“No, take me to see my brother please,”

When both you and Lianne arrived at the foyer, you could hear both Sanosuke and Naoya’s voices in a room not too far away. It was as if they were having a shouting match, Naoya seemingly angrier than Sanosuke.

“You absolutely have no right to take her away from me,” Naoya shouted. “Once we were married, she became my property and for you to threaten me with removing her is punishable by-”

The sound of you pushing the double doors open caused Naoya to leave the remainder of his sentence unfinished. His grey eyes landed on you once you stepped inside, widening marginally in surprise.

“Y/n. You’re supposed to be resting.” Naoya’s gaze was stern as he crossed the room to greet you.

Standing upright, you shook your head before glancing over at your older brother. Toji stood in silence opposite Sanosuke, his green eyes now homing in on you as well. It was nerve-wracking to have all three of them staring at you, but you steeled yourself wanting to appear as strong as you possibly could.

“I’m feeling better,” It was partially the truth, the only thing that remained was exhaustion… plus the slight anxiety of having these three men eyeing you, all in different lights.

One of Naoya’s hands cradled your cheek while he looked you over, his eyes studying your face intensely before you spoke.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, earning a chuckle from your brother as he finally chose to stroll across the room in your direction.

“Such concern for your prize, Naoya,” Sanosuke tsked before leaning down towards you, to cusp at the angular of your jaw, turning your attention to him. “How are you faring, little sister? Is Naoya treating you well?”

Naoya scoffed, dropping his hand to his side to watch Sanosuke’s interaction with you. It was obvious that he was attempting to push down his frustrations.

“I am fine Sanosuke, there’s no need for you to worry about me,” Pulling out of his grasp, you took a step back to stand beside Naoya. Naoya genuinely seemed to care for you, you didn’t want to be pulled out of the estate because of the incident with Naobito.

Sanosuke’s words before your wedding still haunted you. You didn’t know what his intentions were, and you didn’t want any harm to come to Naoya. The only way you’d be able to protect him in the least was to stay here at the Zenin estate.

Sanosuke smiled smugly, shrugging his shoulders in response.

“Ah well, what can I do? If you wish to stay here, then I suppose there is nothing I can do about that,”

Sanosuke turned his attention back on Naoya, his once playful expression turning to nothing but all seriousness.

“Keep your father in line, Zenin. If he so much as lays another hand on my sister, he will lack said hand… and it will be by my doing,”

You expect Naoya to retaliate angrily, but he merely nodded. It seemed as if he was in agreement with Sanosuke.

“As I’ve mentioned before, it’s taken care of,” Naoya clenched his jaw, his irritation apparent. “No one will harm her while I am here, if it happens again, I’ll take care of them myself.”

The atmosphere in the room was frigid. Naoya and Sanosuke stood head-to-head, the tension between the two was stifling.

Shortly after Sanosuke took his leave. He went back to wherever he had been holding himself up, to do whatever it was that he had been planning this entire time. It baffled you that you knew little to no details about your brother's endeavors after your clan was completely decimated.

You didn’t want to know. You were a Zenin, you were Naoya’s wife. This was your life now and you were learning to enjoy the bits and pieces of it even though it seemed to also come with a bit of discord.

Naoya turned to look down at you, his eyebrows knitting together to form an obvious wrinkle between the two. He was still angry; you could tell by his expression.

“You are a Zenin, y/n. My wife,” His voice became stern as one of his hands guided your gaze up so that you were staring into his eyes. “You are not permitted to leave these grounds without my permission. If your brother tries to come and take you from me by force, I will kill him,”

Your nerves which had already been wrung tight seemed to all but explode at that moment. The authority in Naoya’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you to stood rigid before him. The thought of losing your only living kin, caused dread to bloom throughout your chest.

You didn’t know how to react to his demand, Naoya was only met with silence and wide eyes.

“Do you understand me?” His fingers pressed into your jaw heavily, an ache beginning to form along your cheeks.

You could only nod in response, which must have appeased him because he released you his eyes shooting over to Toji after he had uttered something across, the way.

“What was that Toji?” Naoya all but growled, his ire now focused on his older cousin.

“Be gentle with the lady, the last thing you want is for your wife to be afraid of you,” Toji smiled, amusement apparent on his handsome features. “She did nothing to wrong you,”

Naoya clicked his tongue in response, studying your body language. The way you were avoiding eye contact with him now, eyes lowered down at the floorboards. Perhaps he was a little brash with getting his point across.

“When I am not able to be with you, Toji will look after you,” Naoya forced you to meet his gaze once more, his eyes hard as stone. He was still infuriated at all the events that had occurred this morning. “I trust him with my life, he will keep you safe,”

“Yes, Naoya-sama,” you acknowledged your husband, giving Toji a quick glance before looking away. You could still see the darkness swirling behind those green irises of his. That spirit was still inside of him, regardless of how “normal” he was acting. You could feel the heat of his gaze nearly swallowing you and the only thing that took your mind off it was Naoya grabbing your hand to guide you out of the room.

Lianne stood outside of the room, bowing to greet him once he exited. Naoya clutched your hand in his own to have you walk beside him instead of the insisted three paces behind.

“Lianne, go and get my wife something to eat I’m sure she’s famished,” Naoya sent you a short glance out the corner of his eye waiting for Lianne to respond.

“Will you be joining lady Zenin, my lord?” Lianne asked, folding her hands together in front of her.

Naoya returned to looking at Lianne, his face impassive. It was obvious that he was thinking, picking, and choosing the words he wanted to say next. He didn’t however, answer her question.

“The next time you give out information that takes place within my household…” He paused briefly; he knew that Lianne was working for your brother. “No one will find your corpse, not even your master.”

Lianne became still, her usually calm facial expression turning into one of panic. But she nodded quickly, her hands grabbing at the hem of her dress to pull it from underneath her feet as she turned to disappear down the hall.

Naoya tugged you along with him as he in turn began to walk throughout the estate himself. He was headed in the direction of your chambers, and he moved in silence his anger almost palpable. His mood was fickle. You could see that he was in a way, restraining himself as if he didn’t want to take his anger out on you.

Once the two of you made it back to your bed chambers, Naoya saw you inside and closed the door behind him. He studied you from across the room once inside, watching as you moved to take a seat on the edge of your shared bed.

Eying him expectantly, he began to move once he saw your confused expression taking a knee in front of you and gathering your much smaller hands in his own.

He was silent for a long while, grey eyes searing into your own. He seemed skeptical. Suspicion clouded his features while he picked apart your appearance.

“Did you plan on leaving here with your brother?” Naoya asked, lips pressed into a thin line.

Surprised at the question, you stared at him in silence eyes wide with surprise. He still asked if you were planning to leave him, even though you declined to leave with Sanosuke only a short while ago. Perhaps he wasn’t convinced.

“No,” you mumbled quietly, meeting his eyes with a determined glower. “I didn’t know that he would be here… and I had no intention of leaving with him. I want to stay here with you,”

You could see his jaw tighten once more, his expression becoming forlorn. It made your heart ache, and it made your stomach twist uncomfortably as you sat there observing him.

“Naoya,” pulling one of your hands from his, you cradled his cheek before leaning down to press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I want to be here in the estate with you, you’re my husband… I belong where you are,”

Naoya dropped your other hand, grasping at the curve of your waist as he pushed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. He nearly knocked you over, growling into your mouth whilst pulling you against him.

“I’d kill… for you, y/n,” Naoya’s voice was strained, he was holding himself back from throwing himself on you as you were. He reminded himself that you had been ill the night before, he didn’t want to pressure you with his own desires.

Naoya’s hands began to climb all over you, they were touching you everywhere all at once. His lips against your hot skin, fingers tearing at the cloth of your dress before the hem was pushed up and over your thighs.

At some point, Naoya had maneuvered himself on top of the mattress with you, each of your legs thrown over his own to straddle him. Burying his face into the column of your throat, he nipped along the flesh hungrily while his hands worked to free his erection that was straining against his trousers.

Everything was happening so quickly that you were becoming lightheaded. Whimpering against Naoya’s attentions, a breath of hair was pushed from your lungs when his fingers disappeared beneath your gown to prod at the deepest parts of you.

“Naoya,” you whined against him, your body bowing against his own. The opposite hand wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers moving expertly in and out of your slick. The friction was welcome, stirring an intense heat in the pit of your belly.

His fingers were dexterous and knowing, curling into a well-practiced “c” as they pressed against the sensitive pallet of nerves of your g-spot. At this point, Naoya knew every inch of your body even better than you did, his gentle touches and squeezes eliciting breathy moans of desire from your lips.

Your undergarments had grown damp from your arousal, Naoya’s fingers smearing the gushing substance along your inner thighs. He was prepping you, this much you knew from your countless times together, he wanted to be inside of you.

“N-Naoya,” you begged, breathily your insides clenching against the intrusion of his fingers inside. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but the knot twisted tighter almost uncomfortably.

Pulling his fingers free from your slick, they were replaced with the blushing head of his cock nestling its way into your warmth. There was a sense of relief once he was inside, your walls molding and clinging to him as if they didn’t want to let go.

“Promise you won’t leave me,” Naoya’s words came to you as a surprise, his body stilling against yours. Your throat had grown tight at the tone of his words. He sounded almost desperate.

When you met Naoya’s gaze, the expression on his face was one that you hadn’t seen on him before. Naoya always seemed as if he were stern and put together. Strong. Determined. But under the dim lighting of your bedroom, he looked… saddened. As if the thought of losing you had torn him apart from the inside out.

“Naoya…” Pressing your lips against his, your hands cushioned his cheeks in between both of your hands to hold him steady. “I won’t leave you, I promise,”

You could see the relief fall over his face and he wasted no time capturing your lips in another heated kiss. He tentatively rolled his hips against you, groaning in response to the wet friction your cunt provided him.

His palms were anchored along your hips, his mouth still greedily latched onto your own. He was slow and took his time sensually angling your hips so that they would roll against him. He continued to guide you along letting out a strained breath when you almost lost your balance.

“That’s it, keep moving just like that,”

You tried, you really did to take his direction, raising and rolling your hips against his girth. Whatever you were doing, it must have been right. Naoya’s eyes hung low, half-mast while he tried to keep them trained on your face.

The door to your chambers creaking open caught both your and Naoya’s attention, both of your eyes landing on Lianne and a few other servants who were bringing in food. No one who entered offered either of you a second glance, it merely appeared as if you were straddling your husband and nothing more.

They moved in and out of the room quickly, Lianne stopping a few feet away from the two of you before exiting the room.

“Master Zenin, my lady, I have lunch prepared for the two of you, did you need anything else from us before we take our leave?”

Burying your face into Naoya’s throat in embarrassment, you attempted to hide your already reddening face from Lianne and the other servant’s view.

Naoya sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder to stare daggers into Lianne. Pressing his fingers into the fat of your hips, he clicked his tongue in aggravation.

“Once you’re done here, bring the gowns that I had made for my wife… I’d like you to help her try them on later,”

You were listening to Naoya speak, but your embarrassment of the position the two of you were in would not allow you to make eye contact with Lianne or anyone else that had been bustling about the room.

Lianne shook her head almost violently and began to lead the rest of the servants out of the bed chambers.

Once the doors were closed once more, Naoya took the liberty of flipping your positions so that you were laying flat on your back on the mattress beneath. Naoya was still inside of you, his hips flush up against the apex of your thighs.

He was again restraining himself, his gentle eyes seemingly turning away from you in his own embarrassment.

“I want you to eat something first,” Naoya bit out, an exasperated sigh following his words. Running his fingers through his blonde hair, he shook his head as if he were disappointed.

Embarrassed, you stared up at him from your spot underneath him. Grasping a handful of his white haori, you began to speak almost hesitantly.

“Do… do you not wish to make love to me Naoya?” you nearly recoiled in embarrassment; the question so foreign coming off your tongue. You wanted him to do as he pleased, and by the hot, heavy appendage pulsing inside of you, you knew he wanted the same.

Naoya took in a sharp inhale of breath, a smile quirking at the corner of his lips. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, plump and swollen from his biting and teasing.

“There is not a time I do not want you underneath me, wife,” His Adam's apple bobbed up and then down from him swallowing down a slight groan as he freed himself from the confines of your warmth. “But if I take you now, you won’t be eating for the next couple of hours,”

Naoya took the time to fix himself and then assisted and adjusted your dress so that you looked appropriately. He sat and ate lunch with you and promised that he would take care of you before the end of the day came.

He planned to spend as much time with you as possible, considering he’d again have to leave the estate, along with his father and uncles in the upcoming weeks. There was a war coming and he would be required in attendance to do what he could to at least try to prevent just that.

“Toji will be your personal guard, he will keep an eye on you at all times while I am away.” Naoya watched as you ran a finger over the silk material of the kimono that you had seen Emi wearing the day before. Zenin colors. “Should I send for you while I am away, Toji will escort you to me safely,”

Lianne had delivered over 10 gowns, including this kimono not too long ago. According to Naoya, he had them hand-made specifically for you, and he had the seamstress utilize Emi as a mannequin since she was close to your size.

Tearing your attention away from the gowns in front of you, you brought your attention back to your husband who was standing a couple of feet away from him.

“Do you like them?” he asked off-handedly, tilting his head in curiosity while he observed you.

You didn’t care about the gowns, especially since Emi had worn every single one of them. They were beautiful, but they were certainly not your first order of business before the day would end.

“They are lovely Naoya,” you forced a smile, standing upright to close the gap between the two of you.

Stepping into Naoya’s arms, you gave him your full attention, wide-eyed and slightly nervous. You were feeling better than you did earlier in the day and your body was still humming, desperate for his touch.

Your nerves seemed to get the better of you as you parted your lips to say something, but no words came out. Flushing in embarrassment, you cast your eyes downward one of your hands fiddling with the cloth belt of his haori.

Raising a brow Naoya, reached down to bring your eyes back to his. He quickly caught on, that you clearly wanted something from him.

“What is it?” he asked.

Wetting your lips, you pouted slightly forcing the words out before you lost the sudden courage your husband had just given you. Taking ahold of Naoya’s hand, you brought it to the bodice of your dress where it was tied with silk ribbonry.

Pulling at the silk to unravel the tie, you met his gaze with nothing but want in your eyes.

“I want you to make love to me,” Although you were shy to ask for Naoya’s affection, he didn’t deny you in the slightest.

The night was spent alone with Naoya in your chambers where he failed to neglect every inch of your body. He was gentle with you and held onto you as if you’d disappear if he let you go.

The events of the past few days along with Naoya’s constant shifting mood plagued your psyche, while you lay in the darkness unable to fall asleep. Naoya on the other hand seemed to rest peacefully, his arms drawn tightly around you.

The idea that Naoya was so attached to you, that he didn’t want you to leave him completely went over your head. You weren’t sure when or where this occurrence had taken place, but he had developed some kind of connection with you.

The following week you saw Naoya off. He was leaving the estate once more with his father and both of his uncles to attend a mediation with another clan further east. You didn’t know the details, but he assumed the trip should be no longer than 10 days. Nearly two weeks.

That was a long while to be separated. But you didn’t complain. You simply nodded and promised that you would be here to greet him upon his return. You were left behind with Lianne and Toji to pass the time.

A week had passed since the estate became stark and empty of the men of the house. Toji had not approached you once, which was to be expected… or so you thought.

What you did notice, though. Was that no matter how cold it was, Toji was constantly sitting out in the same spot near the garden. He stared blankly out into the horizon at what? You couldn’t begin to fathom.

There was nothing there, that you could see. Winter was near. In the mornings there would be frost covering the grass, flowers, and trees. Toji would still be out in the cold, not dressed appropriately for the chilly weather.

“Toji-san,” Today had been the day that you had decided to interact with him. You carried a fur cloak in hand, that you were sure belonged to Naoya. Even though the weather didn’t bother him (the cursed spirit), he was still in a human body he needed to protect his host.

Toji barely acknowledged you as you stepped out into the grass he’d been sitting on, merely grunting in response.

After placing the cloak on his shoulders, you took a step away from him watching as he gave you a confused glower.

“Why are you bothering me, Lady Zenin,” his response didn’t surprise you.

“You’re out in the cold in temperatures well below freezing, whether you think the cold won’t affect you doesn’t matter… you should at least try to protect your body,”

He turned to glance at you, a glimmer of red sparking through his irises before completely vanishing.

“I don’t need protection from the elements like you humans do,” he mumbled before standing. He was preparing to tear the cloak from his shoulders, one hand fisting a fist full of the heavy fabric.

Pinning him with a glare, you held up a hand defiantly as if it would stop him from doing so. It did, he left it in place but it was clear that he was irritated by your actions.

“You may not need it, but Toji does,” Your lips pulled down into a frown as you pulled your own cloak tighter around your own body. It was freezing out. “You said he was still in there, he’s still human and his body needs to be protected,”

Toji narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in distaste. He stared back out into the distance and then regarded your much smaller form with faint interest.

“Then what do you propose, my lady,” he sneered, crossing both of his arms about his broad chest.

“Come inside, where it’s warm…” your eyes danced across the scenery and then back in the direction that you had caught him staring in so many times before. It appeared to be the southeast if you had to take a wild guess. “Why are you always staring out into the void? What do you see out there?”

His lips quirked up at your interest and he took a few steps forward until he was standing directly in front of you, maybe three heads higher than you were.

You had to crane your neck up and take a step back to get a clear view of his face in its entirety.

“There’s a war comin’, I can already smell the bloodshed.”

Toji pushed past you and walked back through the double doors that led into the library, chuckling under his breath.

You stood in silence for a few additional moments, watching in shock as he sauntered into the abandoned library. Did he know something? If he did, it was more than what you did.

You followed him inside, closing the doors behind you. He was now standing in front of the large fireplace on the other side of the room. His eyes were focused on the dancing flames before him and again he didn’t bat an eye when you approached him once more.

“A war?” you asked.

Naoya refused to discuss anything politic-related with you and there was really no one else you could ask about… well anything that was going on out there.

Tearing his eyes away from the fire, Toji turned to face you another amused grin creeping onto his face.

“A war,” he repeated, but he didn’t elaborate.

“A war with whom…?” You knew that war was common, and conflict, happened all the time. Clans and villages were destroyed, you had just been a witness to one that ended in the destruction of your own. And yet here you were, within the home of the enemy trying to play nice to avoid any other issues.

“You should have asked your brother while he was here, he seems well-versed in the art of war,”

Toji began to stalk toward you, his hands resting on his lower back as he did. He looked menacing, the amber flames of the fireplace reflecting off his olive skin. That faint red seemed to bleed back into his eyes, his teeth becoming more jagged.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining all of this or if it was really happening, but your feet were glued to the floor, your body refusing to move. You were desperately trying to convince yourself that Toji was a comrade, that he had no intention of hurting you. But the alarm bells in the back of your head were ringing aloud, urging you to get away from him.

“I’ll tell you more…” Toji continued, circling around you as if he had just cornered his prey. One of his hands resting on your lower back startled you further into silence. “Under one circumstance,”

Swallowing down the dryness in your throat, you forced yourself to meet his narrow gaze, burning and sanguine. The verdant green that Toji normally possessed, was no longer there. This was… this was the entity inside of the tanto.

“I already did you one favor,” you all but whispered, followed by a gasp of surprise as he pulled your body against his, which was uncomfortably firm. He appeared to have become even larger, a massive wall of muscle crushing you against him.

“I’d like to feel that body of yours once again, you humans are so soft, and you… so willing,”

Your mind drew a blank after listening to his words. And then you recalled the nightmare that you had after you and Toji had been attacked. The night after he was possessed.

He… he had never touched you, had he? When you came to your senses it had been Naoya. What was he insinuating?

Something wasn’t right. Your mind was becoming foggy the longer you stood in his arms. It felt as if the life was being sucked out of you.

“That’s right,” he chuckled, the rumble of his voice sent an involuntary shudder down your spine. “You want to know how your brother plans to execute each and every one of the Zenin’s, don’t you?”

Blinking excessively, you stared up into the curse’s eyes his face was unnecessarily close to your own. You could hear his words, but they weren’t sinking in. The room began to shift right before you, a dense cloud of fog distorting everything beyond the façade of Toji before you.

The pad of Toji’s thumb pulled at your bottom lip parting them before he swept down to force his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. Everything felt surreal and distant, you couldn’t distinguish what was happening and what wasn’t.

You were receiving a relatively sloppy kiss from the curse, one that seemingly sucked all the air from your lungs. His tongue was… abnormally large for any man, regardless of size and it licked back towards the back of your throat until you were nearly choking.

Weakly, you pushed at his abdomen in an attempt to get him to separate. He didn’t budge and the appendage only seemed to sleep deeper into the recesses of your throat.

Your vision began to swim at the lack of air, black spots surrounding your vision until he suddenly pulled away from you, his tongue removing itself from your throat.

You fell into a fit of coughs, trying to inhale as much air as you possibly could before he grasped ahold of your face to angle your jaw back up towards him.

“He plans to kill your children as well, little one,” the words were uttered matter of factly, and he could tell by the horror in your face that you were finally beginning to understand.

You were struggling to comprehend the meaning of his words. But slowly they were beginning to make sense. Who was this demon? Curses did what they needed to do for their gain only, rarely did they reveal anything that wasn’t for their own benefit.

Was he telling you the truth? Did Sanosuke plan on betraying you in the end? Nothing he was saying made any sense.

“Who are you?” the question was out of your mouth before you could contain it. But it seemed as if he would answer with much enthusiasm.

“You may call me Jigoku,” he said, his thumb wiping away the saliva at the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t understand what you’re telling me,” You tried again, senselessly to put some space in between the two of you, but he still didn’t budge continuing to hold you firmly against him.

“You are with child, girl.” You could feel the warmth of Jigoku’s palm resting on your abdomen and it caused you to freeze against him. “I can taste it,”

“L-let me go right now!” You weakly bucked against him, but again he still didn’t allow you to move. He was so much stronger than you were, and he was thoroughly amused at the panic that you seemed to be in.

“You do want to protect your children, don’t you?”

#differences #jjk smut #naoya x femreader #toji x femreader

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ajaykannan · 1 year

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Power of Compounding

tl;dr This post is not a financial motivation. It's a different perception to look at the greater mind.

We've heard the term compounding in the finance world. Compounding is key to long-term wealth. If you look at the deeper mechanics, compounding is adding, adding and adding all the smaller portions here and there and there and there. Essentially it's much more than repeated additions (or multiplication).

So, in the end, it refers to the sum of all the smaller parts amounting to a much bigger piece.

This principle also applies to the person you are trying to become. The actions you do daily, constantly all add up. Here is a small analogy to think about. Consider actions as small bags of money you keep saving. When your deeds are focused, constructive and positive it equals saving money. The amount of distraction you admit in your life equals spending that money and spending money early on never contributes to compounding.

The distraction referred to here is not entertainment/travel. No, those are important. Those are planned. I’m actually referring to unplanned distractions from the things you are actually trying to do. Say, a lazy work in your office where you are dragging the timeline for quite a bit. This is a classic example of unfocused/distracted work. It could also be any bad habit that is regular and blocks quite an amount of time in your daily life, such as drinking alcohol or even watching short videos(TikTok/Reels) regularly. Yes, you read that right. Both are surprisingly super comparable. This is you trading your time for dopamine shots. So the time spent here doesn’t contribute to your personal development. It's a waste 100%. I’m not against having small entertainments but giving into them regularly(addiction) will render a portion of your life meaningless.

Take some time regularly to think about things that have been at the back of your mind for so long. This is super easy and you have to do nothing. Let me tell you how.

Your mind has a lot of stuff to think about. But we keep it constantly distracted. We never get bored. Say, when you go to the restroom, many carry their phones inside to listen to music, which keeps the mind busy. Try not doing it, your mind gets some space to think about the things you’ve been trying to find a solution for. This happens automatically. Just keep the mind less busy at times like this and you’ll find this happening. Don’t take my word for it. Try it out. You’ll find thoughts gushing in your mind in no time. These constructive thoughts will contribute to the compounding effect we are discussing. Find times like these to stop distracting yourself. I will list some here but there are plenty of situations you can come across. Say, swiping the notifications in your phone as soon as you get bored a bit, listening to music for short travels or during work, or watching a tv-series while cooking. We are doing more of this these days. Just do one thing at a time mindfully.

Now with this, constantly think about what you want to become, achieve and the mind processes it slowly one thing at a time. It’ll offer you solutions from the subconscious over time. This is key to your growth as a person. Be less distracted. Be bored.

#Mindfulness #distraction #mind #brain #life hacks #boredome #smartphone

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the1975attheirverybest · 4 months

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I need your advice! So I will be attending the show at the EU in march. I ran a fanpage too. Last time I went to see the boys it went terribly for me. Because I had a lot of stress and till the very end I wasn't sure if I was coming, I had a fight with my mum literally right before the show. At the concert I was to distracted by the people around who were trying so socialize and I was too focused on recording. Also was watching way too many content my head was full I couldn't really enjoy it. I'm sorry for this long message. This time I want to make sure I do everything I can to make sure I will be able to fully enjoy it. Im thinking about reducing the amount of time I will watch all the content from tour, I want my head to be fresh, not overstimulated with all the video's but at the same time I do really really wanna watch them haha. So i have a problem. I don't know what to do I don't want to ruin it for myself again. I tend to care to much about keeping up and I am tired then

Hi babe. I remember you!! We talked about your show afterwards right? I’m so so glad you get to go this time omg 💗🥹🥹

Some of my friends who went with me deliberately didn’t watch anything. Like, they knew about Peanut / be my mistake on b-stage and stuff cuz it’s impossible not to see some stuff online, but they avoided as much information as possible on purpose. They didn’t even look at the setlist cuz they wanted to be surprised. Which worked out well for them I think!

On the other hand, I literally keep up with every little thing and watch TikTok’s as soon as they drop and if there is anything new that happens or if Matty gives a speech or says something different onstage, I analyze and discuss it to death on here HAHA. And I still felt blown away at the shows cuz nothing ever compares to like seeing them in the flesh. In person. With your own eyeballs.

You could like post something on your page and say that you’ll be on less frequently until after your show, if you really feel like limiting content? Maybe mute some pages that post frequent updates? For me, though, seeing the content too much isn’t a problem because it’s not about the freshness or novelty. Like I would literally go to the same show a million times if I could. It’s meaningful and brings me joy and I don’t mind knowing about it before going into the experience. It’s still gonna feel special and great no matter what. Otherwise, a year and a half into this tour, we wouldn’t all be here, right?

My advice would be that if you wanna change something, maybe try not to record as much? If you’re going with someone, especially if they’re coming with you as a friend or family member, maybe ask them to record for you? I put my phone away almost completely at the Baltimore show. Like I took maybe 3 pics at the very beginning when they walked out and that’s it. The entire show I was just focused on the stage and that helped a lot. I tend to be a socially anxious kind of person. I was worried about the shows that I went to by myself. But honestly everyone is so nice and kind. If you don’t wanna be spoken to, you can just not engage, and they’ll leave you alone. But if you’d like to make friends and stuff, you can talk to people. Especially during the opening act or in between the opener and the boys coming onstage. But I don’t think anyone would fault you if you didn’t want to socialize during the show. After all, you paid money to see the boys, not just hang out. Everyone is a big fan so they’ll understand!

I hope this makes sense. PLEASE COME BACK AND TELL US ALL ABOUT YOUR SHOW AFTERWARDS!

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4/1/23

I’m having a hard time staying calm.

I’m so worried about losing my job and my apartment and my kids and my close work friends. This has been a very difficult year and I am struggling hard.

I think imposter syndrome is real and I have it. My anxiety is off the charts right now and I am honestly feeling sick. I know intellectually that I’m very likely going to be ok but I keep having thoughts like ‘maybe I am a bad person’, ‘did i not mean to do that or am i lying to myself?’, ‘ maybe it wasn’t the parent who sent that complaint and it was one of my fellow staff members’, ‘what if they all hate me and are lying to my face?’ Of course that last one is just fully my anxiety talking but I can’t seem to stop it.

I’m trying so hard to distract myself but I just can’t. Tiktok is full of everything that just sets off my anxiety, Youtube can’t hold my attention long enough to make a difference, and my breathing exercises stop working when I finally think I am calm.

I am going to try to go out with Eric today for groceries. I am going to try to let physical movement help me.

I have emailed my union rep, my principal, and the union processing people. I emailed my therapist. I called Brooke and texted Carole. I’ve done everything I can now but I’m still desperately trying to calm myself down because it doesn’t seem like it’s enough.

Thomas has agreed to be apart of the meeting with me. I feel better about him helping me. I know the union will be on my side with this. I didn’t mean to hurt him, that was not my intention. I left as soon as I could.

I am going to try to get other things done to distract myself.

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authorbarbaraking · 2 years

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The Craziest Advice About Writing I’ve Ever Heard

Five pieces of advice that helped me improve my writing.

No matter what field of work you try to go into there is always someone around to give you advice.

Whether you asked for it or not.

Believe it or not, being a writer is no exception.

I first became serious about becoming a writer as a profession in my second year of college and from there I’ve done my best to turn it into a career. Along my journey, I’ve come across many pieces of advice both good and bad plus a few I wish I could erase from my memory.

Here are five of the craziest pieces of advice on writing that I’ve ever been given that actually work. (For me, but hopefully you as well!)

You never know, you just may find one that helps spur you on to finally finishing that book you’ve been putting off.

1. Never Write Facing the Window.

My first creative writing teacher gave me this piece of advice on the first day of class.

Although it sounds strange it does make sense. If you work in front of a window you may get distracted by those walking by or even just the scenery itself instead of just focusing on your computer in front of you.

Limiting distractions is a great way to keep your focus on writing.

2. Write as soon as you get out of bed

Don’t pass go… don’t collect $200 just get right to work.

This goes along the line of making sure you’re making time for your writing and that you have dedicated time to do so.

If you decide, “Well I’ll just have a quick shower, then I’ll get to writing.”

Now you notice you need to do laundry or clean the shower. After that now you need to have some coffee, but there are dishes in the sink.

Making writing be the first thing you do will make sure it gets done before you get distracted and put it off for some other time or not at all that day.

Tell your story to a child to help you if you’re stuck

Whenever my dad would try to explain something complicated to me that I had no hope of understanding with his big words I had to tell him. “Pretend I’m a five-year-old and let’s try this again.”

Making your story plot simple enough a child could follow it will help you make sure your reader will also be able to follow it. If you have so many twists and turns that wrap the story up into a million little threads that can’t be followed easily, you may need to do some trimming on your story.

Also, by telling a child your story you’ll hear the inevitable, “but, why?” If even you didn’t know why this may help you think quick on your feet (because we all know how patient children are) this may help you find the solution you were looking for without overthinking it.

4. Listen to the same song on repeat

Yes, for most people this would drive them insane. However, for me, as I write I can’t sit in silence and I can’t stand instrumental music.

When you listen to the same song on repeat eventually your mind will begin to send it to the background.

Make this your productivity song, play it every time you write to help spur you into the blank mindset to focus on your writing.

5. Bribe yourself.

It works on children, it works on other people, why can’t it work on ourselves?

Every time you finish a chapter give yourself something sweet, savory, or even allow yourself a quick social media break.

When I’m struggling to complete some of my college papers I give myself a Watermellon Sour Patch candy every time I finish a paragraph.

For my personal writing, every time I complete a chapter I can get another cup of tea.

You know yourself best, if you like to eat or drink while you write, maybe only take a bite/sip at the end of every page.

Here is a Bonus One!

Only write in comic sans font!

I heard this one circulating around the internet for a while. I saw it everywhere from Youtube to Twitter, even TikTok had mentioned it a few times.

And somehow… it worked!

This font gets so much hate, but the simplicity of the font allows your eyes to see the words glide across the page.

Did it make a HUGE difference to my writing?

No, not really.

However, it made enough of a difference I would suggest giving it a try at least a few times and see if it works for you.

I hope you give some of these tips a try if you’re stuck in your writing, you never know where you’ll find your inspiration.

Best of luck and happy writing!

B. King

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Hi! Thank you for writing for Corpse!

Anyway, how about scenario when after some stressing things (like going for groceries or medical treatment etc) corpse came home just to see s/o in his hoodie that just too big for her?? Fluff and all??

Thank you again and sorry for bad eng :D

thank u for reading them cutie!! 🖤

oof this is a cute idea, here we go

update: this turned out longer than i planned, but i’m not mad about it! hope u enjoy

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cold hands, warm neck

You had no idea what time it was when you awoke. You’d been spending your time off at your boyfriends house and after four days of trying your best to match his sleep schedule - not wanting to miss out on any moments with him - it finally caught up to you and you had crashed hard.

The night before, Corpse told his friends he was taking a quick bathroom break from streaming, except it wasn’t a bathroom break, you hadn’t replied to any of his messages he’d sent you while he was in there and he was getting a little worried. He was surprised to hear no noise around the house. Usually when he opened his office door for the past few days, he’d hear you watching something quietly from the couch, or facetiming one of your friends, or laughing at something on your phone. He’d gotten so used to it that when it was dead silent, the anxiety started to build ever so slightly.

The living room and kitchen showed up empty, and as he turned around, he caught that his bedroom door was opened.

“(Y/N),” Corpse called your name as he began walking closer, but you didn’t respond and his anxiety grew.

“Baby?” He tried again, reaching the doorway and looking in and that’s when he saw you and relief flooded through him.

He had gotten used to you staying awake with him these past couple of days, but he knew himself you couldn’t keep that up the whole time you were there. In reality, he was expecting a moment like this to happen.

You were deep asleep, not moving an inch and chest moving so slowly but rhythmically to signal how peaceful you were. There were telltale signs that you unintentionally fell asleep. You were still atop his covers, and he’d come to learn you loved to be curled up under a duvet. Your hair was still up in it’s scrunchie and he’d come to learn you slept with it out or you woke up a little grumpy because of the headache it caused. Your water bottle was leaning against your arm and he’d come to learn you always placed it on the floor before sleeping, you’d told him about the few times when you woke up freezing after they’d leak. Your phone was still half in your hand, but it was dead, signalling that you were probably scrolling through Tiktok or Twitter and fell asleep doing so.

He took a moment to look over you, he wanted to remember this picture in his mind, before he went into action to make sure you were sleeping how he knew you preferred.

First he removed your water bottle, second he grabbed your phone and plugged it on charge for you before placing it on his bedside table. Next came the actions he was worried would wake you.

With gentle hands, he pulled the scrunchie from your hair, allowing your hair to sprawl over his pillow and next he went to work with trying to get the covers out from under you and over you, instead.

It seemed Corpse really underestimated just how deep asleep you were, because you didn’t stir once through this process. If he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that had selfishly wished you had woken up, just so he could kiss you and hold you for a moment to tell you good night and hear your sleepy voice. But he knew you needed this, he couldn’t expect you to keep up with his sleeping pattern. So he settled with leaving a gentle peck against your forehead and whispering a quiet “sweet dreams, baby,” before going back to his stream.

You were somewhat delirious when you did finally wake up. After a few nights of barely sleeping to catching up on all those missed hours in one night, you couldn’t even be sure what day it was.

“Corpse?” Even your voice was a little croaky, laced with sleep. You rubbed your hands over your eyes before spotting your phone on charge. Slow hands grabbed it, unplugging the charger seeing that it was now on 100% before looking to see if Corpse had messaged you anything. And sure enough, you discovered he had gone out, but he promised to be home soon. Something you didn’t doubt, knowing he didn’t enjoy being out of his place.

Whilst waiting, you took a shower but when you got out, it was seemingly a lot colder today.

Did I even pack anything warm? You wondered to yourself, Corpse lived somewhere it rarely became cold and you were left empty handed when looking through your own belongings for a hoodie. Then you spotted a hoodie of Corpses sitting on the end of his bed and without thinking twice, you slipped the black article of clothing over your body. It made you miss him, it felt right to be wearing his clothes, but it made you want his arms around you, too.

You decided on waiting for him on the couch, it was close to the front door and you had just spent well enough hours in his bed.

It wasn’t long before you heard the locks of his front door being switched opened and instantly the smile grew on your face as your heart fluttered with excitement. You’d spent almost every minute with him since being here, so the time spent sleeping and him going out felt long.

You watched him as he walked in the front door. He hadn’t noticed you at first. And you could see why in his face, he was distracted, stressed from the task that really took a toll on him and you wished he’d woken you up so you could’ve gone with him or even for him.

“Hi.” You greeted your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” You caught him off guard, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as he made a little a stumble and dropped the bag that was in his hand. “You’re awak- is that mine?” He quickly cut himself off, his eyes landing on you and dropping down to look over the familiar black hoodie that completely engulfed you in the most heart warming way.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t bring anything warm.” You spoke, lifting your arms as you spoke and looking at the material that was so baggy all over you, but so comfortable. “I should’ve asked, sorry.” You apologised but all he could focus on was how perfect you looked. So cozy but also fresh and well rested after the deep sleep you had.

“No, no. It’s okay. I love it.” He assured you and you began blushing, placing your hands that were completely covered by the sleeves over your face.

“Corpse, stop.”

“I’m serious, you don’t know how much better this has made me feel.” He told you honestly, and that’s when you brought your hands down from your face and instead opened your arms to him.

“Come here.” You told him simply and he didn’t waste a second before he accepted the invitation and embraced you fully.

Your body automatically moved back to lay against the arm of the couch as he joined you by resting on top of you. You jumped slightly as his arms rounded you and his cool hands slid under the hoodie, his touch wanting to feel your bare skin.

“Sorry baby, you’re just so warm.” Corpse told you before leaving a kiss against your neck and resting his head there. “Every part of you, too.” Even his nose felt cold as he nuzzled it against where he’d just left the kiss.

“Why are you so cold?” You asked between laughs, bringing your own arms around him, too, wanting to be as close as possible.

“I had to go outside.” He sighed and his reply took the humour out of your words.

“Are you okay?” You didn’t hesitate to ask him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head against you. “Don’t wanna talk about it right now. Just want to be with you.”

“Okay.”

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iceman-maverick · 2 years

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modern sam seaborn headcanons

more modern west wing! sorry i’m actually not done with these.

it’s very important to me and non-negotiable that a 2021 sam seaborn is openly, unapologetically, and disastrously gay. he never was closeted so he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and doesn’t really bring it up.

this utterly confounds most of the senior staff (excluding josh for obvious reasons [bi josh headcanons coming to a dash near you soon] and ainsley, who figured out sam’s mlm after a breathtakingly awkward attempt at asking him out, bless her)

sam acquires a mass following on stan twitter (like obama’s hot speechwriter!!) and it completely gets out of hand. secret service gets involved when a @WhatSamsWearingToday account manages to get a picture of sam in the oval office. cj is getting questions about fanfic in the press room, toby draws the short stick and ends up having to explain to leo what exactly the omegaverse is and why it’s an issue that the presidential seal is being associated with it

hey remember how in season one they told us sam is a passionate, hobbyist sailor and then literally never revisited it? well in 2021, sam has a sailing vlog that he puts an absurd amount of effort into. he walks viewers through prepping, techniques, equipment, and then does cool shots on the water where he explains political concepts and the like. he’s getting very popular, and donates all the proceeds dc school funds

sam is dc’s most eligible bachelor but his love life is a screwball comedy of errors. not once in his life has he been able to successfully pick up on the fact that handsome business man of the week is trying to buy him a drink. he just thought the dude was really interested in sam’s hot takes on geology

sam gets canceled on tiktok for supporting fast fashion after a video of him wearing a shein frog bucket hat gets leaked. what tiktok doesn’t know is that it’s actually toby’s hat.

i got into this in my most recent fic but sam has A LOT of opinions on princess diana, meghan markle, and the rest of the royals. it’s beginning to become something of a foreigns relations crisis because he keeps putting in subtle anti-charles messaging in whenever they’re writing for uk stuff

despite being a man of the 21st-and-2-decades-century, sam is desperately out of touch. he’s can quote maybe three vines at best, and is frightened deeply by tiktok. his instagram still has the auto-post on facebook feature activated and he doesn’t know how to turn it off, which josh thinks is very funny

after josh makes a particularly embarrassing blunder with the senate, cj comes up with the brilliant idea to collaborate with vogue to do one of those “the bartlet admin senior staff answer 73 questions” videos where they essentially do walk-and-talks. you’d think this would go over well but sam gets so overwhelmed by a question about his zodiac sign that he flips over a chair and knocks down donna. the clip goes viral so i guess cj’s plan to distract from josh worked out in the end lol

okay that’s it for now, peace & love, love & light, let me know if you want more of these but tbh i’ll probably just drop more as they come to me. i am thinking THOUGHTS about donna and amy 👀

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! I’m finally back! I missed posting so much! This Imagine is based on a TikTok I found and what can I say? It inspired me! After this, next up, will be the 20k Special! Enjoy everyone!

Words: 3205 Warnings: colour-blindness

“What if I never find him?” You murmured, glancing at the fruit bowl with a saddened expression. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. To you, they were all different shades of grey. Dull and boring, like you had been sucked into a 30s black-and-white film. Only you didn’t get a cheesy romance out of it.

You had been born with what doctors today would call a ‘remarkably rare, complicated and fascinating condition’, for you had lost all of your colour vision at the age of twelve. You still remembered what the world had looked like before—bright, rich, intense—then someone flicked a switch overnight and all you could still see was grey, grey, grey and greyer. The colours would only ever come back to you once you found the love of your life—your soulmate.

A sigh escaped your lips. Only a few people still existed with this… defect and to make things worse, you had had no idea you were one of them. Not until your twelfth birthday. Society admired and pitied you all the same and yet, being a hopeless romantic, at the end of the day, you longed to finally fall in love.

Tony chuckled. “Heads up. You’re too young to worry about settling down anyway.” He responded cheerfully and pointed at you with a screwdriver in hand. He had been trying to fix the dishwasher for a solid twenty minutes now and for a man who had built himself a pretty much indestructible suit that could fly, it was utterly amusing he couldn’t figure out why it had stopped working.

You were not an Avenger, mind you. The sole reason you were, as of right now, in the Avengers’ kitchen munching on grey chocolate chips was that your best friend, who in turn was friends with Clint’s wife, had managed to flood your shared flat over the weekend. It was utterly inhabitable now and it would take quite a while for the landlord to get it all dried up again—and since insurance would not cover the cost for staying in a hotel, for the time being, Clint’s wife had suggested you’d stay with them—right until Tony Stark had shown up and you had graciously offered you’d come hang out at the Avengers Tower. Okay, technically you had begged him but either way and needless to say, you had jumped at the opportunity and somehow even hoped that you would learn some dirty superhero secrets—but so far, nothing. Nothing but what superheroes did when they were not out and about saving the world. Truth be told, seeing Thor in Hello Kitty pyjamas and witnessing Natasha Romanoff of all people scream watching an Asian horror film had its perks but you had somehow expected for them to be called in for an urgent mission where they required a skill only you had and then they would rely on your help and you would fight and become an Avenger and… your fanfiction had always sounded too good to be true.

“Are you still there? How is that fruit bowl so interesting?” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you blinked.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that…”

“Tony?” It was Bruce who interrupted you two, peeking his head into the kitchen almost timidly. You waved at him and he nodded, yet he failed to reciprocate your smile. Uh-Oh.

“Did something happen?”

The scientist nodded. “You might wanna put on your suit.”

“What happened?”

Bruce pursed his lips. “We’ve located Loki.”

Your eyes were still widened by the time you rushed after Tony even after he had told you explicitly (three times, to be exact) to stay put and hide until he had been put in custody.

The Loki. God of Mischief, Thor’s brother, Frost Giant, the I-tried-to-take-over-the-planet-guy. It was exciting, somehow, meeting a villain and oh, would it fuel you for your fan fiction. You almost bumped straight into Thor when they all came to a halt all of a sudden, his body a wall of flesh and muscle and making you grunt in pain—you might as well have hit a brick wall. With his hammer in hand, he ensured no one would approach his dangerous brother closely enough for him to try anything funky.

But the fact that Loki was even more handsome in person and the first villain you ever saw in person when he turned around the corner with a proud and arrogant expression on his face despite his shackles, was not what startled you to the core.

All of a sudden, there were colours. Everywhere.

Your lips parted, the impact of all the pigmentation around you making you dizzy. Loki’s armour was black, his cape was green, his eyes were blue, and his hair reminded you of the plumage of a raven. And your surroundings... The compound was silver now, the sceptre they had taken from him golden. Nauseous, you held on to Thor’s muscly arm for support. The God of Thunder frowned in concern. His eyes were blue too, his hair blonde, his cape red… too… many… colours. You suppressed a gag, overwhelmed by the sudden return of your colour vision.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked.

“G-guys… I can see colours.”

Every single head in the room, including Loki’s, turned in your direction so fast you flinched. Tony’s face was the first to fall in response.

“You are joking, right?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Your eyes locked with Loki’s, electricity rippling through you when they did. His blue irises froze you from the inside out, like each and every one of your limbs failed to resist the magnetic pull you felt towards him, and your cells longed for you to throw yourself into his arms—despite the fact he was handcuffed... and for a good reason too. Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to look away.

Loki was your soulmate. That was impossible; and quite frankly, the god in question appeared to be thinking the exact same thing.

You chewed on your lower lip, anything to distract yourself from your predicament all the while everyone was still staring at you like you had grown two more heads.

“Take him to the cells, I’ll stay with her.” Clint’s hand on your shoulder did little to console you. Part of you still barely resisted the urge to start at Loki like a succubus, the other… the other was terrified and meant to hide in the archer’s embrace.

You could feel Loki’s blue gaze still resting on you when he led you away from the scene, staring daggers into your back and rendering you speechless until you were finally out of sight and Clint shook your shoulder gently.

“Are you sure it’s not one of the security guards that helped bring him in?”

“No… no, I saw them first. Loki was behind them. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it but somehow, Loki was in colour first, you know what I mean? First him and then, a split second later, everything else was colourful too.”

“And now?”

“Now what?”

“Do you still see in colour now?”

“Of course I do.” Clint sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“So what happens if you don’t… act on this soulmate thing?”

“Nothing. Nothing happens.” You said.

“So you don’t have to… stay close to Loki or anything?”

“No. Not that I know of. But Clint—“

“Good. Because he might find a way to use you against us. Stay away from him. Thor’ll take him back to Asgard soon enough. All we need to do first is find the Tesseract.”

Your lips were pursed when he turned to check on them and if Loki was wreaking havoc while they were trying to get him imprisoned.

Stay away from him? Of course… it was the most reasonable thing to do. Loki was dangerous, a criminal… but was that right? Now that you had found your soulmate in him?

You couldn’t get him out of your head that night. Screw the danger, you had to see him. And eventually, your curiosity and that inexplicable and strange pull you felt towards Loki got the better of you. With a deep breath, you threw your covers back and let your bare feet hit the cold floor before quietly tiptoeing out into the dark and empty hallway.

Your blood was rushing in your ears, making you hear things your paranoia and imagination cooked up to the point your heart was pounding in your chest so hard and fast you feared it might jump right out of your ribcage. No one could know, of course. Clint would positively kill you—he, along with Tony, somewhat considered himself responsible for you here. You couldn’t really blame them. If something happened to you, they’d never forgive themselves. You were an innocent civilian, after all.

And now you had been tossed into the greatest fanfiction yet. Shivering, for the cold slowly crept into your bare skin and through the tanktop and shorts you were wearing to sleep, you finally reached the corridor leading to the elevator. The prison cells, a rather new addition to Stark Tower, were located at the very bottom, the cellar, or… what you preferred to call it, a modern dungeon.

You found Loki with his back turned to you in his cell, looking pale through the glass pane. Your heart skipped a beat when he suddenly spoke up.

“I expected you would find a way to come and see me at some point. I’d dare say the Avengers have taken quite the precautions to keep you as far away from me as possible.” He mused. He lifted his chin, approaching the glass window.

It was quite ridiculous to assume that this tiny and meagre prison would keep the Trickster at bay after everything he had proven to be capable of. If only he wanted to, he could shatter that glass with but a flick of his wrist or break the heavy metal door posing as the only barrier between you.

If you were to just… unlock that door to touch him… it would be so easy. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head to chase the thought away.

“Who are you?” He asked and for just a brief moment, you believed to see genuine interest and curiosity sparkling in his stunning blue eyes.

“No one, really. You already know my name, I presume but that’s all there is. I’m not special—I mean, I don’t have superpowers. I’m just a regular human with a rare condition.”

“Oh, I see. Surely you had not hoped for a criminal of all people to be your soulmate then? A murderer? A monster?” His expression hardened.

Yes. But you were not going to tell him that. He was still the person to have made you see colours again, regardless of who he was and what he had done. There must have been a connection between you, you felt it after all! And you were certain that he felt it too.

“Thor will take me back to Asgard and the great King Odin,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “will surely have me executed. You will never see me again. So do not worry.”

“I don’t want that.” You finally chirped, barely daring to look him in the eye. His gaze was scrutinising and intimidating… almost as if he was able to see right into your soul with but one single glance.

Loki frowned.

“I bet you’re not happy about this, are you?” A desperate scoff escaped your lips. “I’m not sure I am…” You confessed and sat down on the chair in front of the window. It creaked a little under your weight, the unpleasant sound echoing through the empty hallway.

This man right in front of you was not be trusted and yet, the desire to pour your heart out to him was so strong you felt it like a sea of emotions attempting to drown you.

“You know ever since my twelfth birthday I wondered when I would finally meet my soulmate. Who they would be, what they would be like… and then so many years passed I was beginning to worry I might never see colours again. That I’d be alone and grey for the rest of my life.”

Loki licked his lips and glanced up at you, listening intently to every single word you said.

“Now I met you and they all tell me not to trust you. I mean… I know who you are, I know what you’ve done. I can’t say I’m happy about the fact my soulmate is…” You stopped yourself, breathing in sharply. “What was the universe thinking? You are a god and I’m just… me. We live light-years apart!”

Eventually, after a moment of surprisingly pleasant silence between you, Loki hummed. “The Norns do have interesting ways.” He said, locking his eyes with yours, almost as if he was pondering if… if what? If he could imagine being with you?

“So what should we do? Never speak of it again? Pretend we have never met? I can’t just… come to Asgard with you.” You held your breath when you realised what you were considering here. Loki must have thought the same. He smirked in response—not mockingly but bitterly. “Odin would never allow a mortal on Asgard. If I was to survive my trial, that is.”

“Don’t say that. I don’t care you’re a criminal right now, I just found my soulmate, and I don’t want to lose him again right away, regardless of what happens between us.”

With a start, his face fell. “Nothing will happen between us. That would be unnecessarily cruel, would it not? Your life in the nine realms is but a heartbeat compared to mine.”

“So… this is goodbye?”

Loki hesitated. You noticed by the way his lips slightly parted without a single sound escaping them just yet.

“Yes. This is goodbye.”

The fruit bowl had become your new best friend. In the morning, tired and rather absent, you sat at the kitchen table holding on to a steaming mug of coffee all the while studying the different colours of the fruit before you like a complicated Maths formula.

“Did you have a good chat last night?” Clint barked at you when he entered the room, skipping the ‘Good morning’.

“Huh?”

“With Loki?” He probed, raising his eyebrows in an I-already-know-what-you’ve-done manner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, shaking your head and focusing your gaze on the fruit bowl again. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. In colour.

You flinched when Tony spoke your name. “We saw the footage on our security cameras. You sneaked to his cell last night knowing fully well why you should stay away from him, especially with… with… you know.”

Fuck… the security cameras. You had completely forgotten about those! Of course the legendary Tony Stark would have had security cameras installed all over the damn place!

Busted, you shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you could muster. “I just wanted to talk him. I had to talk to him. I know what you’re all thinking—that he’s evil and brutal and cruel and ruthless… and… and you’re probably right? I… I don’t even know but… he is still my soulmate. I can see colours again because of him for Fuck’s sake! I can’t just… ignore that.”

“I get it. We don’t know what it must feel like. But it’s for the best. We don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I am his soulmate, too. He wouldn’t dare hurt me. You know maybe he’s not the monster you all think he is.”

“Are you saying that because you know him so well after last night or because that is what you want to believe?”

Both. “I just… have a feeling.”

“Right.” Tony clapped his hands. Your name left his lips almost like a plea. “You have to trust us.”

Thor nodded. “Loki is dangerous. You should stay away from him at least until we know he is not still plotting the domination of your planet.”

“What do you mean ‘at least until’? You can stop staying away from him when he’s back on Asgard and out of your reach.” Tony snapped.

“We’re just trying to keep you safe.” Steve intervened. You sighed.

“You know what? I’m getting a headache and I’m still tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.” That wasn’t even a lie—well, at least the fatigue bit wasn’t. Besides, the blackout curtains in the room Tony let you stay in were heaven-sent.

That was until a loud tumult in the Tower woke you up again, even though you were not sure anymore you had actually fallen asleep once your head hit the soft pillow.

“W—“ Your scream of protest was muffled by a cool palm covering your mouth. You struggled briefly, ripping your eyes wide open in a weak attempt to make out who was assaulting you in the comforting darkness of your room when you suddenly heard a soothing voice shushing you.

“It’s me…”

“L-Loki?” You choked out when he removed his hand again. “Did you… did you break out of your cell?”

“It would seem so. Come.”

“What?”

He tilted his head. “I don’t have much time.”

You stood, throwing the covers back when he already reached for your hand and held it tightly, pulling you with him into the hallway and towards one of the more hidden exists of Stark Tower, a flight of stairs illuminated only by emergency lights.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I am proving to you that I am more than just a criminal.”

“Oh… but… um… where are we going?”

Loki smirked. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the Tesseract seemingly out of nowhere, its blue light glowing brightly in the dark and throwing artistic shadows on his face.

“Hold on tight.”

“Loki…”

The God of Mischief pulled you close, making you gasp. Your chest hit his, his arm wrapping around your waist. With his face only inches from yours, you could feel his warm breath on your lips, and suddenly longed to kiss him.

“You are my soulmate. I am not leaving you behind.”

“What happened to ‘goodbye’?” You chirped.

Loki tilted his head almost threateningly. “You are mine. Don’t you think I wanted to leave this place without looking back?” His expression softened. “But I couldn’t. Because of you.” And you might just be the only woman to ever love me in this way, he added silently.

“B-but… Y-you said Odin will never allow me on Asgard and… and…”

“I never said we were going to Asgard, now was I?”

Your lips parted. Could you trust him? The stranger who had finally made you see colours again? If you told him No, would he let go of you? Would he let you run to Tony and Clint and Nat so they could protect you from him? Swallowing thickly, you met his intense blue gaze and nodded.

Loki smirked and winked. “You are in for an adventure.” And you knew he wasn’t lying. Next thing you knew, you were both hurtled through space and into a shared future.

A/N: ☕

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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toe the line ; part three ↠

↠ slimecicle x fem!reader ; angst , the fluff will get here eventually i promise

↠ masterlist

↠ part one ; part two ; part three ; part four

↠ @ochabby @kiritokunuwu @pyrotechnics84 @nottheotheruser @d0vesatdawn @ashturnedtomist @bloopi @enderhoe @plaguenecromancer @prickypearpropaganda @phantom-aurora @starswspacey

It’s funny how true the saying “you never miss something until it’s gone” is. If Charlie had to describe how the last two weeks have been, it’d be like that. He didn’t think it was humanly possible to miss someone so much, to actually have every second of every day be taken up by the thought of you. He’d been trying to work but with a blatant lack of you, he hadn’t been able to focus and decided to take a walk to clear his head.

It wasn’t helping.

A man walks past with a big, floofy, white dog on a leash. You would stop to ask to pet it. You always loved dogs and Charlie has no doubt in his mind that if your apartment building allowed pets, there’d be at least one living with you and him.

There’s a bookstore on the corner of a street. You would poke your head in, look around for a while and buy some novel by an author you’d never heard of. It’d probably lay unopened for a couple months until you suddenly remembered it one day and binged it in under three days.

A street musician plays across the street in a park, improving on his saxophone over a jazzy backing track. You would insist on staying to listen, waiting until he finished this song, applauding, and giving him ten dollars or so. Charlie stuffs his hands a little deeper in his pockets and keeps walking.

What was supposed to be a head-clearing (and distracting) walk has turned into the exact opposite. Charlie knows he won’t be getting any more work done today.

It starts to rain as he walks but he doesn’t head back, instead walking farther and into a different park. As it rains harder, he finds a bench to sit on. The cold and wet he finds himself submerged in distracts him better than anything else has been able to.

Water drips inside his collar and soon he finds himself soaked through. Still, he just sits there, staring straight ahead of him and focusing on the uncomfortable feeling of being fully clothed and completely wet.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there. Minutes. An hour. Two hours. But suddenly the rain stops. He’s no longer being showered with water droplets, even as the rain continues pouring all around him.

“Charlie? You okay, man?”

Charlie looks up and funnily enough, there’s Ted. He’s holding an umbrella over Charlie, looking down at him in concern. He realizes how bad this must look, sat in the rain looking dead inside.

“What’re you doing?” Ted asks slowly.

“Just... chilling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You good?”

“I’m doing great.” He gestures generally, tries to crack a joke. “Can’t you tell?”

Ted doesn’t smile. “Dude, seriously. Are you okay?”

Charlie swallows, smile fading. He wants so badly to say “yeah, I am” and be able to mean it. He’s the one who messed everything up; he doesn’t have a right to be feeling this bad with you gone when he was the one who chased you away. And yet here he is, sitting in the rain.

“No.”

“...let’s go back to your place.”

Ted walks Charlie back home, sharing his umbrella despite the fact that Charlie is already totally soaked. Ted doesn’t seem to mind too much when Charlie drips on him; he’s likely more worried about Charlie than his left side getting a little wet.

They get back to Charlie’s apartment and Charlie changes quickly into dry clothes before joining Ted in the living room. It’s painstakingly obvious when Ted unknowingly sits in your spot.

After several minutes of awkward silence and even more awkward attempts at small talk, Ted finally asks the question he’s been meaning to for two weeks.

“How’s um... How’s Y/N?” Ted tries tentatively.

“She’s okay. Sort of. I think.”

“You think?”

“She’s kind of been avoiding me. She’s been staying at Schlatt’s for the past eleven days.”

“She has?”

“I think she needed some space, but it’s been over a week now and I’m kind of deteriorating away in the silence of our apartment alone.”

“Have you tried talking to her about... it?”

“You mean her feelings for me that she’s had for years and I’ve never noticed and then accidentally outed in front of all our friends and neither of us are sure our relationship will recover because we don’t know how to act now that we’re both aware one of us wants more than platonic friendship?”

“...yes.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“It sounds really bad when you phrase it like you just did but there’s no way around this,” Ted says. “I know how much you two care about each other. You two would be miserable without each other.”

“We- We’d be... fine.”

“That was the most unconvincing thing I have ever heard in my entire life.”

“I-“

“Not to mention the fact that you are literally living proof that you are not fine without Y/N.”

“Doctor Ted PhD is making a reappearance,” Charlie weakly tries to joke.

“Charlie.”

Ted did just find Charlie having a rather severe episode of “main character syndrome,” so there’s really no arguing with him. He is not doing fine without you. It’s only going to get worse the longer he goes without trying to reassemble the shattered pieces of your friendship.

Charlie’s will finally gives way. “I don’t know what to do, man. I fucked up so bad and now I’m terrified I’m never going to be able to get back to where we were. Everywhere I go all I can think about is her and she just- I have never been happier than I am when I’m with her and I just-... I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose her.”

Charlie buries his head in his hands, heels of his palms digging into his eyes. He’s finally letting himself be distressed over the very real possibility of losing his best friend instead of ignoring the situation entirely.

Meanwhile, Ted is connecting some very obvious dots.

“She’s all you can think about?”

“Yeah, like, I’ll just be going to the store or something and it’s like ‘oh, she’d smell those flowers,’ ‘she’d drag me to try that restaurant,’ ‘she’d go to see that movie with me.’”

“And you’re happiest with her.”

“Yeah, man. I’ve had other friends, other best friends even, but no one compares to her and how she just gets me. You’ve seen it; we have this synergy that I have never gotten with anyone else.”

“And you are very worried about the possibility of losing her.”

“...yes. Are you just repeating what I’ve said?”

“Just waiting for you to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?”

Ted doesn’t respond, holding the silence patiently. Charlie continues to look at him, confused. The apartment is quiet, not quite in the unbearable way it is when he’s alone but it still doesn’t feel right without you here.

For eleven days, you haven’t sung in the shower. You haven’t made breakfast just how he likes it. You haven’t distracted him from work to show him a TikTok, not that he ever minded. You haven’t fallen asleep on movie night and he’d willingly carry you to bed if you asked him sleepily, kind of wishing you’d ask him to stay with you one night.

You would grab his hand and ask him to stay. He’d do so without hesitation. Curled together under the covers, you would be close and warm and intimate in a new but welcome way. He’d hold you tight, your breath soft against his neck.

Wait.

Charlie looks up in horror. “No.”

Ted narrowly stops the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. “Yes.”

“No. No no no, shit.”

“I am so happy I get to be here for this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ted,” Charlie cuts him off.

He’s angry. Not at Ted but at himself. He rushes over to the door, shoving his feet back into his still-wet shoes.

“I’ve fucked up so bad. Oh my god, this is all my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“God, shut up, you are not helping.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is.”

Charlie glares at Ted. “Show yourself out.”

Charlie takes off out of the apartment without an umbrella again, completely prepared to get another set of clothes completely soaked. He prays to whatever higher power may be listening that you have the ungodly amount of forgiveness that will be needed to forgive his stupidity.

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conniespringerblkwife · 3 years

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Yelena Headcanons

(Yelena x Female Reader | NSFW)

A/N: I admit I have a little crush on Yelena and WHAT ABOUT IT?? I was inspired by this TikTok

Warnings: Fluff, Smut: Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Ass Eating (LMAOO), uhh Yelena has a strap BAHAH, Marking

*1,050 words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

Babooshka by Kate Bush (ofc)

Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Judas by Lady Gaga

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

(I listened to all of these songs slowed down)

How you two met:

-When you first met Yelena, you were 20 years old and you worked at a cafe.

-Yelena came to that cafe everyday and would sit there and sip on a cup of coffee while reading.

-You knew you were attracted to her, but too nervous to speak to her because of her intimidating presence. But one day you mustered up the courage to talk to her.

-As you were pouring her coffee you said a hello softly and she didn't hear you because she was too engrossed in her book.

-YOU LITERALLY DIED FROM EMBARRASSMENT...you didn't even realize you the coffee was overfilling until she looked over at you. "Uhh, the coffee is over flowing." (THAT WAS YOUR 13th REASON! )

-Yelena watched you clean up the mess and tilted her head softly as she stared at your features. She thought how cute you were and found herself smirking. "What's your name?"

-The moment you told her, you were in for a long journey.

Pre-dating:

-Even though two weren't together, you enjoyed Yelena's presence and so did she.

-Yelena would constantly flirt with you and would always have a smug on her face as she watch you trip over your words or hit her in embarrassment.

-She stares a lot too.

-She would stare at your legs, ass, chest, face. SHE JUST LOVES LOOKING AT YOU

-One time you were telling her about your day and even though she was looking at you, she wasn't listening. She was too busy staring at your lips and thinking about how bad she wanted to kiss you. She didn't even notice you asked her a question, until you touched her hand.

-You told her she was cute when she zoned out and this time, she was the one to get flustered.

Confessing to Yelena:

-The day you confessed to her you were nervous asf.

-You made sure to look pretty before you told her.

-When you tried to tell her, you were rambling and she started to slowly lose her patience.

-"What is it y/n?"

-"I like you...a lot Yelena." Yelena didn't say anything for a bit and you felt your heart slowly start to break. "I'm sorry I shouldn't had said that. Just forget it."

-Yelena then pulls your arm and presses her lips to yours.

-She was waiting for you to say something. "Took you long enough." You were shocked that she knew. "It was pretty obvious."

Dating Yelena:

-The day after you confessed to Yelena, another part of herself was revealed.

-You realized that her love language was touch, which took some time for you to get used to.

-Yelena couldn't go one day without touching you.

-While you're working at your desk, she would wrap her arms around your shoulder and press her lips in the crook of your neck, which was distracting and when you told her, she would bite the skin in response. She didn't care if you were working she just wanted to feel you.

-While you're brushing your teeth she would wrap her arms around your waist and kiss the back of your neck.

-When you're cooking she would grip your waist and bring you in close to her chest and tell you how much of a good cook you are.

-Yelena also loves cuddling. She loves it when you two bodies are tangled together. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you massaged her hair with your hands.

-She would kiss your forehead while rubbing circles on your exposed skin.

-Because Yelena is longer than you and your bed was small , you would giggle at how she would fold her body up fit.

-Yelena also loves playing with your fingers, especially when shes stressed. She would rub each of your nails with her thumb, kiss them, and sometimes bite them

-She also likes doing face masks with you. One time you gave her a whole face routine and she loved every second of it. She loved the way you smoothed out the mask with your fingers so delicately and when you kissed her on the lips before placing the lip mask on her mouth.

-You had to keep pinching her side, because she kept smiling, but she couldn't help it, you were so close to her and she wanted nothing more than to grab you.

NSFW:

-Like i said before Yelena love language is touch and sometimes she can get a little too touchy, especially when she's horny.

-If you two are cuddling and shes in the mood, she would slide her hands down to your ass and start to knead the fat gently and while slowly grind into you.

-She loves it when you would breathe against her neck when you start to lose control, it drove her crazy.

-She loves going down on you and watch how you fall apart from just her tongue.

-She eats you out for her pleasure not yours. One night you two were watching Netflix and you were enjoying the movie, but her thoughts were somewhere else. She was between your thighs and started rubbing your pussy through you shorts. One thing lead to another and next thing you know the screen on the TV says, "Are you still watching?" (You two most definitely were not ;)

-Yelena really wants you to sit on her face but she hasn't mentioned it to you yet, afraid that you might say no.

-Remember how I said Yelena stares a lot? Well when she was hitting it from the back, she watched your asshole clench around nothing, and thought it was adorable so she decided to pull out and eat your ass out.

-At first you were shocked, but that soon turned into pleasure when her tongue swirled around your hole.

-Yelena is the type to degrade you and praise you while doing it. "I love you so much my little slut." or "You taste so good I can't get enough of you."

-She's obsessed with marking your whole body. She would leave hickies all over your chest and thighs, especially when she was jealous or when she knows you have an important event the next day.

-Even though you scold her and give her the silent treatment for the day, for not listening to you, she doesn't care and would do it again (HEHE).

-Yelena is into bondage. She likes tying your hands to your headboard and would hold your pretty thighs down as she fucks you.

-If you scratch her back during sex, she would go faster and won't stop until your dazed (she would literally fuck you stupid). One time you passed out when you two did it. You were so embarrassed and top of that she wouldn't let it go. "Imma fuck you till you pass out...just like last time"

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elysianslove · 3 years

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cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so. bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

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staarshines · 3 years

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Alderaanian Tragedy || P.D.

Warnings: Mentions of ecstasy (in the song), mention of getting drunk

Word Count: 1.8k

The story as to how you ended up in the middle of a cantina on Ajan Kloss, dancing with the love of your life, foreheads pressed together while laughing, still high from the first two kisses just a mere few hours after the war of your generation ended.

[A/N]: i said i would write it 😌 NO THIS IS NOT ANGST I PROMISE!! it’s based off of the song “greek tragedy” which’s remix went viral on tiktok lately—if you’re gonna listen to it while reading the story, please do not listen to the remix because that’s the complete opposite of the original 😭 And yes if like five of the words seem changed I did change a few lyrics to fit the universe better!!

Poe.

That was the only person you wanted to find when you landed—everyone else could wait. Rey, Finn, L’ulo, Rose—they all could wait.

The love of your life couldn’t.

Maybe it was the absolute high you were still riding from watching all those allies drop out of hyperspace. Maybe it was relief about the war you’d been fighting for for nearly half a decade finally being over. Maybe it was fear of how many blasts had barely missed your X-Wing that last battle. Or maybe, just maybe, it was just exhaustion of keeping the secret for so long. But you needed to tell him.

After all, you had no excuses now.

We’re fighting in a war.

We can’t risk being distracted.

What if something happens to one of us?

It’s not a good time.

If he doesn’t feel the same, we won’t be able to work together anymore.

No. None of that. All those “excuses” went down with the dreadnoughts on Exegol.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to even be actively looking for him, just wandering through the crowd of ecstatic rebels because you know the moment you see his eyes, you’ll be racing toward him.

And you’re damn right.

You run into his arms so hard that you knock the breath out from your own lungs—forget about his. You know he’s saying something, you just can’t hear it over the rebels’ cheers and your own sobs. It’s practically impossible to get out of his grip, but once you do, you press your forehead so hard against his that it hurts, laughing through your tears, his face cupped in your hands and vice versa—you swear to the Maker you would’ve kissed him right then and there had Rey and Finn not nearly tackled you both to the ground with a hug.

Nobody says a thing for who knows how long—the silence in between the four of you is more than enough. Once the four of you pull apart, it takes mere seconds for you all to break out in laughter after seeing the fatigue on everyone’s faces. Nevertheless, the flyboy has something else on his mind.

“We’re definitely getting drunk tonight, right?”

“I thought we were dressing cute—” you blurt out, looking at your black skater dress and Finn’s collared shirt before seeing Poe in his signature tank top-half flightsuit and Rey in one of her regular sleeveless tunics and a jacket.

“I thought we were dressing homeless…”

“I was just too tired to change out of my flightsuit.” Finn snickers and you just roll your eyes, fighting back a smile (and failing, obviously). “It doesn’t matter, really. I look hot either way.” He sends a wink your way which you hope looks like you blatantly disregarded it—because your mind certainly didn’t.

“Don’t get too cocky, Dameron.”

Making your way down to the cantina, you can’t help but let your mind wander a little because of how flirtatious Poe is being. Sure, he was always flirty little shit, but something about this was… different.

Probably just the weight of the war off his shoulders, you tell yourself.

But that couldn't be the only thing. There had to be something else.

This. This is what you hated about being a rebel—were you still a rebel if the war was over? That’s beside the point—the hope. The hope is what you hated. Rebellions were built on hope. As long as there was hope, a rebel would keep fighting. No matter how improbable or impossible, even, the situation was, a rebel wouldn’t give up on it. It’s the only reason the Rebellion won the war, really.

And you’ve told yourself more times than you can count that work’s ideology should stay in work’s life. A motto that outrageous doesn’t just transfer over to a, well, to any love life. You’ve talked yourself down in your quarters, the hangar, your X-Wing, a fucking dreadnought, and even this cantina where you’re sitting right now.

Your heart just wouldn’t listen.

“This song—hell yes!” Poe’s excited yells pull you out of your thoughts, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that Alderaanian Tragedy is playing. “C’mon flygirl, get up! Let’s dance!”

“Flygirl?” you don’t hesitate to question the nickname—not that you were complaining, no. The opposite, really. “Since when has that been my thing?”

“Since I said so.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm. I practically own the brand. I say what goes.” You nod teasingly but don’t budge, earning a groan from him. “Fine. You made me do this, then.” He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the booth with a surprised yelp from you. You reach a hand out to Finn and Rey but Finn just waves you off and Rey blows you a kiss, winking. Sighing, you decide to accept your fate, catching up to Poe so he doesn’t have to drag you through the crowd anymore.

“We’re smashing mics in karaoke bars…”

“Are you really going to pull us into the middle?” you yell over the pumping music, barely even being able to hear yourself.

“Is this your first time meeting me?”

“You’re running late with half your makeup on…”

Poe comes to a stop and grabs your other hand, beginning to sway to the music. You’re still a bit reluctant, which earns you a pout from him. Maker, not the damn pout.

“This method acting might pay our bills…”

You smile just the tiniest bit at remembering how much you loved this song—Poe’s grin when he sees that you’re having fun makes you start giggling almost uncontrollably.

“But soon enough, there’ll be a different role to fill…”

You sing along, finally starting to let yourself loosen up and have some fun, which makes Poe happier than he’s been in a long time.

“I love this feeling, but I hate this part…”

Poe sings along with you, giving you a little “Yeah!” of encouragement at the end.

“I wanted this to work so much, I drew our plans in the stars…”

You swear you see him point to you both before pointing up at the ceiling like you could see the stars—damn this dim lighting. Did you just imagine it, or did Poe really make that verse about the two of you—?

“Speeders are flipping, I’m in hot pursuit…”

He grabs your waist and twirls you into his chest—you swear your heart stops right then and there.

“My character’s strong, but my head is loose.”

He rolls his head back and sticks his tongue out at you—as stupid as it may be, you laugh. The bass of the beats start shaking the floor, and you both look at each other like you know what to do next.

“She hits like ecstasy…”

You’re jumping like crazy with your hands on Poe’s shoulders, laughing gleefully and letting your hair whip around without a care in the galaxy.

“Comes up and bangs the sense out of me…”

He’s singing along now, and as loud of the music may be, you can hear him—you’re closer and honestly? He’s louder. Like the song means something to him.

No, he’s just enjoying the night. Stop being a romantic for once.

“The tarot cards say it’s not that bad, the blades rotate there’s just no landing pad…”

Dramatically falling back with full faith that Poe will catch you—which he does—you try to stop yourself from thinking about how deep you are in your love for him. Dancing like this, it’s not… It’s not how best friends dance. There shouldn’t be this much tension, and there sure as hell shouldn’t be this much meaning.

“And better have said it, but darling you’re the best…”

You mouth the last four words—as does he—and pointedly tap his nose, as if to solidify that you were talking about him.

“I’m just tired of falling up the Penrose steps…”

He slows down a little bit and you gladly oblige, a little bit out of breath yourself as well.

“I hate this feeling, but I love this part…”

You let your arms drape over his shoulders, feeling like he was trying to tell you something. You look into his eyes but you can’t read them because of the lack of light—you swear you see a shimmer or a sparkle somewhere in there, though…

“She really wants to make it work, and I clearly want to let it start…”

One of his hands travels up your back while the other tucks a loose strand of your hair back in place—the simple motion setting off that Maker-damned fizzing feeling in your stomach again.

“We’ll build a podracer as soon as I get home…”

Your hands switch positions from over his shoulders to holding his face—were you two getting closer? You honestly couldn’t handle the suspense.

Fuck it.

“Oh and she hits like ecstasy…”

Your veins throb and you swear your heart explodes as your lips crash into his, which he gladly welcomes. He’s everywhere, up your back, your neck, your hair, and suddenly, he’s kissing you harder, deeper, with some sort of urge that you’ve never known before. It’s dizzying, because you feel the same thing—you’ve never wanted anyone like this before. Ever. In this moment, all you wanted was Poe. You want him closer, closer, closer, even though he can’t get any closer. Maybe time stopped when your lips met his.

“Comes up and bangs the sense out of me…”

You don’t want to break the kiss—in fact, you want to let it go on forever—but you need a second to think without his lips on yours.

Did you really just kiss him?

Poe Dameron?

The love of your life?

And he’d kissed you back?

“It’s wrong, but surely worse to leave…”

You’re searching his face for answers and he seems to be doing the same—that is, until, you both come to the conclusion that another kiss is probably the answer.

“She hits like ecstasy…”

It still isn’t clear whether or not you’d just dreamed this moment into real life, but there was something about the way he was gripping onto you. Something that screamed “I’m never going to let you go. I’m never going to let you go. I’m never going to let you go.” And honestly? You didn’t want him to.

“So free up the cheaper seats…”

Even though you’re too out of breath for kissing, you still need to be as close to him as possible—thus being the last detail of the story as to how you ended up in the middle of a cantina on Ajan Kloss, dancing with the love of your life, foreheads pressed together while laughing, still high from the first two kisses just a mere few hours after the war of your generation ended.

“Here comes an Alderaanian Tragedy.”

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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‘Tis the season (for Christmas surprises)

kim seokjin x reader // slice of life // 1,333 words

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

[saga index] [drabble index]

“Merry Christmas ~” Seokjin sang against your ear.

His hot breath annoyed you, and you immediately groaned, rolling further onto your side, hiding your face with the covers in the process. “Ugh. What time is it?”

“7am.”

“Seokjin!” You shouted, blindly reaching behind you to try and hit at him. You’d only been asleep for 4 hours. Your Zoom Christmas party had run a lot later than expected . What was his problem? Why was he awake so early? Despite the fact it was Christmas day.

“What?” He asked cluelessly. You could feel him kneeling over you, waiting patiently. Or not so. “I have a raging hard on and you promised me Christmas morning sex.”

Oh, how stupid past you had been, promising your boyfriend festive morning sex when little had you known that he’d wake you up at the crack of dawn.

“We still have 5 hours before it’s considered afternoon.” You mumbled into the pillow.

There was a beat of silence. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit excited for Christmas?”

You sighed loudly. “I will be in another couple of hours. Wake me up then and you’ll see.”

You loved Christmas as much as the next person, and actually, this was your first proper Christmas with Seokjin now that you lived together, but you were tired and grouchy, so Christmas could wait.

“Babyy, come on!” Seokjin whined, shaking your shoulders. “Wake up!”

God. Was he really that excited to have Christmas day sex? Yes, he’d been going on about it since forever, citing he’d never had sex at Christmas before, (last year you hadn’t been with one another), but he was really taking this so seriously. What was the big rush? You literally had all morning.

“Fine!” You cried, giving in and rolling onto your back. Your eyes were still closed. “Take off your pyjamas and let’s do this thing.”

Speaking of pyjamas, you guys were in matching festive ones – red and white fairisle patterned ones that you’d photographed and posted on social media like the lame-o couple you were. You’d been in charge of picking them out because you still hadn’t forgotten that one time eight months ago when Seokjin had brought back matching unicorn onesies when you’d sent him for groceries... He couldn’t be trusted.

You still couldn’t see Seokjin above you, eyes clamped firmly closed but the judgement in his tone was bitterly obvious. “That is the least sexiest thing I’ve heard in a while.”

“You have one chance,” you warned, folding your arms across your chest.

With a long sigh, Seokjin gave in. “Okay, close your eyes.”

“They are closed.”

“Keep them closed then.”

“Why?” If your eyes had been open they’d have been narrowed at this point. You were suspicious.

“Closed,” he reminded you, and then you felt him retreat from the bed. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Where are you going?” You asked instantly. He was supposed to be fucking you, not disappearing. “Seokjin?” You called only to be met by silence. He was gone. “I swear to God if you come back dressed as Father Christmas we’re breaking up!”

You were shouting into nothing still, so all you could do was lay there and wait patiently, your arms lightly dropping to your sides. A minute or so later you heard footsteps.

“Okay,” Seokjin murmured.

You sat up immediately. “Can I open them?”

“Wait,” he warned. He sounded closer.

As the bed dipped with his weight you heard a tiny squeaking noise. You lifted your chin, confused and listening out for something else. “What was that?” What the hell was going on?

“Nothing, just wait,” Seokjin told you.

“Waiting.” You were growing impatient. And curious. Very curious.

You sensed your boyfriend leaning closer, voice gentle as he spoke. “Okay... Open them.”

Doing just that you were met with the sight of a fluffy, ginger kitten. You blinked in shock, momentarily speechless.

“Merry Christmas,” Seokjin grinned behind the fluffball he was holding up, amused by your reaction.

“It’s a...” You murmured, trying again. “It’s a kitten.”

“Well done.”

You ignored his sarcasm. “Where did you get him from?” You were still confused. “Wait, is it a he?”

Seokjin chuckled. “Yes, it’s a he. Are you going to take him anytime soon or?”

You didn’t need to be told a second time as you took the kitten in your arms you felt your heart melt. “Ohhhh,” you wailed, holding him to you carefully. He let out a squeaky meow. You took it as a sign of instant bonding. Seokjin had got you a cat for Christmas? What the hell. Your presents would look like shit now.

Seokjin rested on the back of ankles, giving the kitten a little stroke. “Don’t cry on me.”

You’d try your very best not to, but you were a sucker for anything feline. You’d spent the whole year scrolling through cat tiktok, so Seokjin was no stranger to walking in on you crying at your phone screen.

“Where did he come from?” You asked, voice slightly whiney with emotion.

“Long story!” He whistled . “All you need to know is Sandeul found a stray behind his apartment block last week and somehow said stray is now a part of our family.”

“A stray?” You repeated, feeling worried. “Has he been taken to the vet?”

Seokjin laughed as he nodded. “Yes, don’t worry about that. The little guy is healthy as fuck.” Tickling under his chin, Jin looked at you. “He’s already cost me way too much money. You owe me, big time. I’m thinking a steak and blow job once a week.”

You didn’t even roll your eyes, too emotional, too touched, for any kind of joking around. Instead you stated the obvious. “You surprised me with a kitten for Christmas?”

“I did,” he replied with a smile.

You couldn’t help but do the same, reaching in to kiss him softly. “I love you. A lot.” How come you had the best boyfriend in the world?

“And I love you.”

“Wait.” You suddenly realised something. “Where have you been hiding him this entire time?”

“With Uncle Sandeul. I woke up like an hour ago and had him drop him off.”

Uncle Sandeul? Lame. You looked down at the ginger fluff and couldn’t help but smile when you saw his little round eyes staring up at you. “Damn, your gift game has really stepped up.”

For your birthday last year he’d bought you a Clone-a-Willy kit. So, think about it...

Seokjin shrugged in silent agreement, looking happy with himself. You were reminded of something. “So, you forfeited Christmas morning sex for a cat?” He’d been banging on about it for weeks and in the end he’d given up his one chance for a cat. You were impressed. Since you’d moved in together there had been a continuous argument about which pet you’d like to have... Seokjin was more or a dog person.

“Anything for you.” He laughed, kissing your forehead. “Besides, there’ll be more Christmas day mornings...”

On the surface he was talking about sex, but deeper than that his words meant a lot. You wanted to spend every Christmas with him... With the hand that wasn’t holding onto your new baby, you stroked Seokjin’s arm. “Your poor morning wood.”

“He’s used to it by now,” he shrugged. “Besides, cats sleep a lot right? Maybe we can,” he paused to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “while the little dude is napping.”

You laughed. Maybe. But also, maybe you’d be way too distracted for sex today... Your attention was already back on the your kitten, stroking under his chin until he gave you the smallest, quietest purr. Okay, you were five seconds away from crying…

“Y’know, he’s kinda cute,” Seokjin whispered, petting him too.

“He’s really cute.”

“Cuter than me?” He asked and you shrugged in reply, causing Seokjin to look mortified. “Hey!”

“You’re both cute.”

Appeased, he let it go, leaning in closer. “So, what are you going to name him?”

Good question...

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:crystallised

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bbyboybrock--archived · 4 years

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Shipped (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* Omg your requests are open!! Can you do something about colby and reader dating in secret and she’s always hyping him up on everything and fans just think it’s cause they are best friends. But she posts a post wearing the love for hire letterman on accident and the fans connected it because Kat and Tara have it to so they figure out they are dating and go crazy (in a good way) for them 🥺❤️

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Major fluff, Swearing

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I harassed Colby into letting me listen to their new music. Let’s just say, when you guys hear this, you’re going to be glad One Direction is on a break. Can’t help but stan L4H!! #numeber1fan

I press "send tweet" before plugging in my phone and taking a quick shower. When I get out of the shower I grab my phone and throw myself onto Colby’s bed. It’s our bed at this point. I spend more time at the trap house than I do my apartment, I might as well move in. I go and read the comments under my tweet. Most of them are good. Some fans want me to leak the boys' music, others are freaking out over mine and Colby’s friendship. Someone makes it a point to mention how cute Colby and I would be as a couple and linked an edit that they made. Someone commented that fans like them, the one that posted the edit, are the problem and the reason why Colby doesn’t have any friends who are girls. There is a whole fight going on under that comment.

I quickly try to defuse the situation between the fans before exiting twitter altogether. I take my towel off of my damp hair and walk back into Colby’s bathroom to detangle it. When I finish doing my hair I grab the first jacket of Colby’s that I see to get warm. Lucky for me, it’s his Love for Hire lettermen jacket. For whatever reason, this jacket is more comfortable than any hoodie I’ve stolen during our entire relationship, maybe it’s because it smells strongly like him. Or maybe it’s because I get to finally live out my high school dream of wearing my boyfriend’s lettermen. Either way, Colby knows that this is my jacket now and he’s going to have to fight me to the death for it back. I don’t know if it’s because I freshly showered and my hair is fluffy, or because my skin is thanking me for not putting makeup on it yet, but something is compelling me to take a selfie in Colby’s bathroom mirror.

I get up on to the counter and try to position myself comfortably. I take a few selfies, while carefully not exposing Colby’s messy counter. I do cute poses with peace signs and my tongue sticking out. I do serious “model” poses with hair looking like I’m in a photoshoot. I take a couple and post them on my Instagram story. I triple check each one before pressing send to make sure they end up on my close friends’ list and not my public story. That would be disastrous. I saw how people were acting in the comments of my tweet supporting Colby when a fan posted an edit wishing we were dating. I can’t imagine how his fan base would react if they knew we really are dating and have been for well over a year.

Well, I can imagine how they would react, I’ve been around Colby long enough to figure out how his fanbase functions. Most of his fans would be supportive. Of the majority, there would be roughly half who constantly would show their support over our relationship. The other half would keep quiet and try not to mention it directly so they don’t “jinx” it. No matter how open Colby is with his fans, there is still so much of his life that he has to keep private from the rest of his fans who wouldn’t be supportive of our relationship. The obsessive ones who think that Colby is a toy and belongs to only them. In all honesty, Colby and I probably would have been together longer if it wasn’t for them. We probably wouldn’t have been friends. There was a period in his life when he wouldn’t make any new female friends because of what his old friends had to go through. Because of that, Colby has always been protective of me.

Even though we’ve been friends since he moved to Los Angles, he only introduced me to his fandom two years ago. Even then, it wasn’t like, boom: “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Colby made sure I was properly acclimated to his side of internet stardom by having me appear in all of his other friends’ videos and photos first before a strand of my hair was placed in one of his videos. And then he said, “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Being a Youtuber myself, I have some experience with fandoms. But nothing could prepare me for his intense fans. For the first couple of months after Colby put me on his channel, I understood why Colby kept so many of girl friends in the dark or why some chose to stop being friends with Colby in general. It’s only a select few fans, but when there are so many comments of harassment and death threats it can get overwhelming.

Those comments died down after a while though. Mostly because I either mute certain words from my comments or I don’t read them. Colby and I try really hard to hide our relationship. If we’re in videos together, we don’t sit too close. We keep our hands to ourselves; even a simple hand on the shoulder can cause a frenzy. We only post our couple pictures on our actual secret Instagram accounts and close friends list. Our friends know not to post anything where we might look too much like a couple. We make it a point to bicker like siblings whenever we do work together. Hell, the reason I still have my apartment is to avoid people finding out we’re dating. If I have my own place, people just think I’m visiting the guys whenever I’m over. And it works, everyone just assumes that we’re really close friends.

“I’m back and I bring food!” Colby yells as he opens the door to the room. I plug my dying phone back into the charger before abandoning it in the bathroom to greet Colby.

“Oh thank God, I was beginning to think you were with your hoes. But then I ran into Sam, Jake, and Corey in the kitchen so I relaxed.” I give Colby a quick kiss and help him with the shopping bags in his hand. I set them on the bed and start going through them.

“I wish, but they were too busy for me. So I went and got us stuff for this weekend.” Colby sets the food down and helps me unload the bags.

“Oh that reminds me, we need to stop by my place after dinner so I can pack my things.” Te whole friend group is renting a log cabin in woods for Thursday to Monday morning for bonding and to get a few collars done. Colby went and got a few road trip snacks without me. Probably because I would get distracted at Target and we would never leave. It’s fine, he remembered to get my favorite snacks.

“Yeah, okay, I figured. We could have gone earlier but I had to let you sleep in after you spent all night watching tiktoks.” Colby walks over to the couch and starts to set up our lunch in front of the tv.

“To be fair, I’m not responsible for the time lost when I’m on the tok. Besides, I learned more dances to teach you!” I take off Colby’s jacket and set it at the foot of the bed before joining Colby on the couch.

“Of course you did. You know how much I love learning a new TikTok dance every day.” Colby jokes before kissing my forehead. He hands me my food and turns on Netflix.

A few minutes into our show, there’s a loud, rapid knock at the door. Annoyed, Colby paused the show and puts his food down.

“What?” Colby asks as he gets up to open the door. Sam stands on the other side, relieved. The last time Sam knocked on the door like that, Colby and I were busy… rearranging furniture.

“Oh Colby, you’re home. But I’m not here for you. Y/N, did you mean to post that on your story?” Colby moves aside to let Sam in.

“Haha, Sammy, I’m not falling for that one. Colby already tried that on me last week.” I go back to eating my food and ignore Sam.

“No, I’m being serious. Katrina said she kept trying to reach you but you’re not answering. Fans are freaking out on twitter.”

“Oh shit!” I quickly put down my food and grab my phone in the bathroom. There are miss calls and texts from Kat, Tara, and Devyn. I unlock my phone and open Instagram to check my story. Sure enough, I accidentally sent one of my selfies to my main story instead of my close friends. The selfie looks harmless enough, except I’m wearing Colby’s jacket and it’s very obvious that I’m in his bathroom. Jake moved in some of the cardboard Colby’s into Colby’s room and one of them faces the mirror, you can kind of see it in the selfie. Most people might think nothing of it, but earlier this week Kat and Tara posted pictures of them wearing Sam and Jake’s jackets. With that association alone, everyone is going to find out.

“I don’t get it, there’s only a selfie on here. Did you already delete it?” Colby yells from the bedroom. I slowly walk out of the bathroom with a confused look on his face.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” I open up my story and check how many people have seen it.

“What, I’m lost… Oh… Oh! Oh, fuck!” Colby finally gets it and does something on his phone.

“‘Oh fuck’ is right. So many people took screenshots that even if I deleted it now, it would be pointless.” I walk to the bed and throw myself facedown, like a teen in a movie after having a shitty day at school.

“And you guys are trending on Twitter,” Sam says. I almost forgot he was still here.

“Dude,” Colby warns.

“Not helpful, I get it. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Sam leaves the room and I let out a scream as soon as I hear the door close. I feel the spot next to me sink as Colby sits down and starts rubbing my back.

“Hey, Y/N, these aren’t as bad as you think. I’m only seeing positive messaged. Look,” Colby gently pats my back to get my attention.

“Really? Let me see.” I sit up, sniffle, and peek at Colby’s phone as he reads.

“Are you crying?” Colby asks as he wipes my face.

“I immediately got overwhelmed. Let me read the tweets.” I take Colby’s phone scroll through the tweets. He’s right, they’re mostly positive. I haven’t seen a negative tweet yet. That’s the opposite of how I thought this would go. A few people are telling other fans to stop assuming, but even those are calm compared to the fight I saw earlier.

“See, I guess we were stressed all this time for no reason. We can do normal couple things like our friends and not go out of our way to hide everything.”

“That’ll be nice. It was getting exhausting. What do we do now? How do you want to approach this? Live stream? Youtube video?” I look at Colby and he has a big smile on his face.

“Right now, let’s just finish lunch. We can deal with this later. Now, I’m going to take this back. I don’t want you to start crying again.” Colby strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

“I love you, Colbs,” I say softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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