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muniimyg · 29 days

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chaebol!jungkook (8) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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jungkook doesn't know if he's gone completely mad or if he's just mad.

it's so blurry right now. the difference in feeling, the moment, the way he feels like he lost all control. it's so strange. in his head, he knows it isn't that bad. so what if you've been ignoring his texts for the past two weeks. so what if you've been absent from all the events he expects to see you and your fiancé at. so fucking what?

so what if he storms downstairs and knocks on your door?

he brought three excuses to offer you but as he stands in front of your door, his knees go weak. he ignores his gut feeling to follow his heart. without another thought, jungkook knocks on your door.

once.

twice.

then, he loses it. he begins to bang on your door like a fucking psycho.

just as he takes a breath, you open the door. wide-eyed, you stare at him in complete shock. then, when you find your words, you spit them at him. "are you out of your fucking mind?"

jungkook takes a step inside your home.

"are you?" he hisses. "two weeks? leaving me after we fucked and i fell asleep was one thing, but ignoring me for two weeks is another. do you get that? what the fuck could you be up to that requires your attention for two weeks—"

"keep your voice down!" you yelp, pushing him back. "he's—"

"jeon?" your fiancé identifies as he comes out from a door. jungkook catches a glimpse. it's your bedroom.

your fiancé walks towards you two, adjusting his tie. he smiles, greeting jungkook warmly.

"is everything okay? you've never visited our home before," he says as he snakes his arm around your waist. your lips curve into a gentle smile as he does this to you. "are you here for business matters? ran out of sugar? or a wedding invite? we just finalized them." he rambles rather excited.

none.

i'm here for your fucking wife.

jungkook shakes his head. "are you headed out?"

your fiancé nods. instantly, you break away from him and open the closet door nearby. taking a jacket out, you help put it on your fiancé. he thanks you as he puts his shoes on.

"last minute meeting. gotta head to the office since my study is filled with wedding prep stuff. ___ here wanted the space. of course i had to give it to her," he laughs. "i'd give her the world."

jungkook bites his tongue.

"y-yeah. i, uh, i just came by because the penthouse cleaning lady did my laundry and mixed our clothing—this belongs to you, right?"

you and your fiancé freeze as jungkook offers your panties.

"total mix up."

your fiancé lowers his gaze at jungkook. he sucks his teeth in and thinks for a moment. you grab your panties from jungkook's hand and hide behind your man. why would jungkook do this? he's swimming too far out. he's crossing too many lines.

you feel him grow suspicious as he states, "there's only three penthouses in his building... kinda weird that ms. kwon would get our loads mixed up..."

you clear your throat.

"love, you're going to be late." you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "come home soon, okay?"

he shakes off the moment and nods. "godspeed. it was nice seeing you, jungkook... thanks for bringing back her... love, while he's here, you can give him the invitation! it'll be a waste to mail it. oh, hey! come to our rehearsal dinner too. it's next friday. go on, love. invite him to that too!"

"for sure," you comply. "jungkook, join us then too."

jungkook blinks at you. "i'll have my secretary clear my schedule... yah... you should get going. good luck with the meeting. if you need anything, let me know." jungkook adds, offering his hand to your fiancé to shake.

he tugs jungkook's hand and grins. "is this you saying you want to merge? i can draft a contract by tonight. join us for breakfast tomorrow and we can be one big happy family."

jungkook chuckles, declining his awful offer. "you wish."

your fiancé laughs heartily. "we can't be competitors forever," he says. "to be honest, i constantly feel like i'm losing against you."

you gulp at his words.

jungkook's eyes shift to you.

then, your fiancé glances at his watch and notices the time. he bids you two goodbye. pushing past jungkook, your fiancé hears him say something he never expect to hear.

"jin," jungkook breathes, "i feel the same."

with that, jin gives him a gentle look. as he turns around to leave for real, he reminds you to give jungkook the first invitation to the wedding. when jin is out of sight, jungkook turns to you. he doesn't say it, but he feels it.

he feels heartbroken.

jungkook takes a moment to look around your home. he's never seen it, really. it's beautiful. there's a lot of things that remind him of you and your taste. the colours, textures, and even placement of art... there's a lot of pictures. pictures of jin and his fishing trips, yours and his travels, and family.

so many pictures of family.

there's a burning feeling inside of him that he can't contain. it's either jealousy or guilt. he doesn't know. he doesn't really want to know.

"what the hell was that?" you cry, shoving jungkook.

jungkook doesn't move.

"not that i have to explain myself to you, but i've been busy with the wedding stuff. why can't you be patient? why can't you leave me alone—"

"goddamnit, don't you think i've tried, woman? do you think i like doing this? i've done everything i can. i even fucking bought you a new phone since yours must be broken—" he pulls out a new phone from his back pocket and tosses it across your kitchen island. you watch it slide, eyebrows knitting together.

"why? my phone isn't broken—"

"then fucking answer when i call. when i text. when i want you."

you glare at him.

"i'm not yours, jungkook."

he towers over you.

"so fucking what?"

a silence falls upon you two. it's almost upsetting. it's almost like if heartache had a sound—this would be it.

"why'd you come here?" you whisper. "you didn't need to bring my panties down. you didn't need to give me a new phone. you—"

"i miss you," jungkook confesses. "i miss you so much that nothing feels the same. my home doesn't feel like home anymore. i miss everything about you. i miss the way you'd come back to me... now, you don't even send me a text back?"

"jungkook—"

"do you miss me too?" he asks, sounding desperate. he takes your hand and pulls you close. "say you miss me, please... i'm losing my mind. i need to know you miss me too."

you take a breath in, feeling dizzy from the truth.

"say it, ___," jungkook begs, as he drops your hands and places his on your waist. pulling you even closer, he places soft kisses on your neck. "you miss me too, right? say you miss me."

you stay silent.

"y-you're going too far, jungkook... you can't come to me home and demand things like this. you can't speak to jin like that—"

"fine," he yields. "i'm sorry. i apologize. i'll send you a fruit basket to signify my regret. i'll behave at the rehearsal dinner. i promise to do all of that... if you j-just—"

"okay, okay," you cup his face and run your thumb across his lips. looking at him sweetly, you see his eyes tearing up. he was hurting. you know it.

"i missed you too," you cave. "i miss you, jungkook."

just like that, jungkook's whole world lights up again.

he kisses you deeply. so much so that when you pull up for air, you lose balance. he picks you up and takes you to your bedroom. the bedroom you share with jin.

there, he sets you down. he takes off his shirt, and then he unbuckles his belt. you watch as he strips and salivate over his body. he crawls on top, hands reaching for the nape of your neck. jungkook then brings you to his lips, kissing you once again. then, he begins.

he has you in all the way he wants to.

you give it to him.

he places himself in between your legs and brings heaven to you. jungkook does everything he's been missing to do with you. he eats you out until your legs shake. he fucks you until you can't take it. somewhere in between your moans and uttering his name, jungkook cums inside you.

he spills himself inside you. onto your sheets. yours and jin’s.

when he rolls off of you, you take a minute for yourself. as you gather your thoughts and he dresses himself, you can't help but feel shameless. your stomach twists and turns. it flips and flops like never before. there’s a sudden wave of indescribable emotions that take over. your mind floods with morale attempts to fix this.

then, it draws a blank.

"do you want me to help you change your sheets?" he asks, breaking the silence.

you shake your head.

"n-no... i just... i can't believe i just—"

"we just..."

"yeah... we just..." you feel yourself about to cry. "can you go? the invitations are in his study. third door to your left. keep your promise, okay? behave at the rehearsal dinner. bring a date. figure it out, jungkook."

"___—"

"i'm begging you... i don't know what else i can do. it's like i have no control when i'm with you. i always cave. i always go to you. i always... is it always going to be like this? am i always going to be this messy?" you choke on your own words. as you feel yourself sob, you let him know one more thing; "it feels like i've known you all my life. is that weird? like we've met before. we've loved before.... but here? in this life... it's like we can't even..."

"we can't what?"

"we can't even be friends."

jungkook takes a breath. he doesn't go to you when you start to cry. he lets you have this for yourself. rushing out, he doesn't bother to take an invitation for your precious wedding.

from the beginning, he had decided what to do with you.

he'd wait.

he'd wait for you to like him again.

he'd wait for your love.

link to paraluman ... again, iykyk :)

#bts fanfic #bts angst #bts smut #jk smut #jk scenario

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freimeka · 9 months

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am i the only one who's about to explode by thinking of a bodyguard ghost??? like he's... extremely on another level please help me !! i actually hate this and might delete this pls forgive any mistakes ans typos it's 3am . i feel like i forgot some tws and tags but oh well idc

★ obv bodyguard!ghost + pwp + just unholy thoughts + descriptions of masturbating + very brief mention of idk just a heated argument + ghost is kinda voyeur here

You have no idea how the two of you ended up like this. You clearly remember that you were screaming at Ghost's face. The reason was something completely dumb...like, he probably insulted one of your friends and you just exploded. You've been feeling on the edge because of him for the last week now—you cannot even count the times that your hand, completely out of your control, has traveled down on your body once you were alone to touch yourself.

As you think of him.

That fucker.

Ghost can easily get under your skin without even trying, it's like a love-hate relationship. You've known him for many long years—he has always been right there, next to you whenever you turn your head around to see him. He's protected you, spoiled you maybe even more than your parents did. Well, there have also been countless times that he annoyed you so much that you just wanted to slap him across his face but you just let them pass. You're used to Ghost, and he's used to you.

You should be mad at him now, your body should be on fire just by how angry you're at him but... your hand keeps traveling down on your body. You get comfortable on your bed, letting your body meet with the soft mattress as your legs immediately spread apart as if on autopilot mode. One of your hands easily travels underneath your shirt to touch your perked nipples, your fingertips pinching them just to feel a bit more. Your other hand slips past your soaked panties, and you realize that you're embarrassingly wet—with every move of your fingers you can hear a slick sound that's faint, yet loud enough to echo in your empty room.

You throw your head back when your trembling fingers start to rub circles against your clit, gathering the wetness and spreading it all over to make it easier for you to move your fingers in circles. Your eyes are shut, and you feel yourself taking short and erratic breaths as your fingers keep rubbing circles. No matter how you do or what you do, the mere idea of being stretched by Ghost's cock just doesn't leave your mind. Your fingers don't feel thick enough, they don't reach the parts that you want them to reach—and that's getting frustrating. You're usually so careful about being quiet in order not to get caught, but the feeling is overwhelming; you think that you might cry. That's why a soft, yet a bit louder than ever whine falls from your lips. You don't think that it's dangerous because everyone except Ghost is outside, your parents work long hours and that's why Ghost has become a babysitter as well as a bodyguard—that's what he says, but you know that he's trying to annoy you.

Since you two have argued like fifteen minutes ago, and his mad and hoarse voice somehow made you wet, Ghost must be outside on the balcony. He's probably smoking.

Right?

You feel your bed being crushed down under someone else's weight, and you want to open your eyes but the scent is all too familiar. And you feel like you're about to explode from embarrassment. Ghost rests his hands on your bare thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin with such gentleness that you struggle to hold back a whimper. It's a small touch— it's obvious that he's testing the waters first.

"You're making it hard to be around you," you hear him whispering, his voice is dangerously low. You finally decide to open your eyes, to see him without his damn mask and he's already looking up at you. However, he breaks the eye contact as soon as you look back at him—he's now looking at your thighs, his lips touch your inner thigh as he speaks. "But you're also making it hard not to be around you."

You can't believe he's admitting it.

"Please—Ghost, I—," you barely whisper, your voice is shaky as your fingertips burn to feel Ghost's soft hair. "I'm... I just," it's impossible for you to explain yourself, but then again you don't have to do it since everything's pretty clear. Ghost is breathing so heavily against the skin of your inner thigh, and he's not done—for fuck's sakez he's not even started yet. Ghost's hands skillfully reach down to your sides, and he drags you against him to make you feel just how much he wants you. You hear the sounds of fabric as your body is pulled down on the bed, you're almost at the edge of the bed now while Ghost is kneeling down in front of you. He doesn't speak for a while, and you feel yourself get even more stressed. It's obvious that he has no problems with what you've been doing, but damn it, say something.

"You're perfect," he hisses, he sounds almost out of breath as he whispers against your skin. You feel him pulling your panties up, letting the already soaked fabric cover your wet pussy again. "You're so perfect."

And that's probably all you need to hear, you're way too gone, too overwhelmed to care about the consequences. You can worry about them later, but you know that this is mutual, and he wants you as much as you want him. He kisses you, it's a gentle peck on the lips first. But then, he gets harder and harder, pushing you back against the bed and holding onto your hips tighter— and you realize that he's making you think about only how badly you want him inside you. The way his big, calloused hands are touching your bare thighs, the way his kisses are getting more and more intense... He's getting you to feel hot enough to make you melt in his presence.

"I was waiting for the fun part to come," he breathes out, "But you take damn too long."

There's a moment of silence.

"I can help you with that."

You make a sound like a whine, like a soft cry of pleasure—all of those anxious thoughts that say you've embarrassed yourself are gone in a minute. Your body aches, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster just by the thought of Ghost finally filling you up to the brim.

He leans in, his broad shoulders are enough to make you disappear under his body as he presses his lips against yours desperately. There's something almost feral in the way he kisses you, as if he's even more impatient than you are. As if he's been waiting for this to happen for a long time.

Ghost's breath grows more and more desperate as the two of you kiss; his tongue licking into your mouth as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, your bodies are pressed against each other as much as they can. The feeling of him rubbing circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties drives you crazy and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs. You need to feel him, somehow; it doesn't matter if he pushes his fingers or decides that he can pound into you, you just need him. Not through the damn panties, you need to get rid of them.

He's kissing you fiercely now, his tongue tasting your lips and then sliding inside your mouth greedily. His hands are working on your trembling body, touching your pussy through the fabric; you feel like crying, he should take it off.

"This feels so good," Ghost says, his voice is deep and it feels like he's speaking in your head. "Doesn't it? Don't you think that I can do a better job of filling up that cunt?" Ghost asks, and you know that he's taunting you—but you can't stay under that now, can you?

"Take them off," you breathlessly whimper, it's something like both a beg and a demand—Ghost can take whatever suits him. "Please, just take them off."

Ghost lets out a groan, and it's clear that hearing what you just ask him to do is driving him insane. If he was desperate to kiss you before, he's desperate to make you bury your face into the damn pillow and pound into you until your pussy remembers the shape of his dick.

"You're so wet," he chuckles deep in his throat, staring down at you for a moment as if he's trying to gather himself before he gives you what you want.

"I should keep your panties with me, you know," he lets out a deep sigh as his fingers hook around your panties and pull them down slowly but surely. As he keeps talking to you, his voice lowers. "You're not the only desperate one here."

He finally pushes a finger in, letting your walls stretch slightly to the feeling of his thick index finger—but you still feel like that's not thick enough. You're greedy when it comes to him. Your moans turn into whines as he adds the second, and the thirs finger without any prior warning. He's moving his hand quite fast now, causing your legs to tremble as your fingers wrap around his thick biceps—all you can do is cry out, whines and whimpers and string of curses fall from your lips as Ghost toys with you. Your body tenses up when his hand starts to move a bit faster, his fingers curling inside you until he finds a spot that will have you begging for more. He succeeds, and it causes your walls to get tighter around his fingers.

"Do that again for me," he mumbles against your mouth, breathlessly. "Do that again for me when I'm inside you, baby."

"It would be such a disgrace if I never tried to make you feel good," he whispers. His breath is hot against your neck. "But look at you... what happened to that fierce girl? All I'm seeing is an obedient little girl, my sweet girl, who's already getting dumb without being filled up properly."

"Oh, I hate you," you reply, your voice is low and filled with desperation as you wet your lips with your tongue. The more Ghost makes you wait, the more you feel like crying.

"Of course, you do," he replies, his voice is full of sarcasm. "That's why you're dying to get your pussy filled by me, correct? You're lucky that you're not the only one who does this," as Ghost speaks, you feel him moving around—and soon after the sound of his belt coming undone is heard. He doesn't even bother to get rid of his clothes properly, he just pushes his trousers down before he pushes your shirt above just a bit to indicate that he wants you to take it off.

Who are you to say no?

Your trembling fingers grab the hem of your t-shirt and you take it off with one swift motion, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor.

You're way beyond gone at this point, your mind is empty, so no words come out from your mouth. You feel Ghost pulling you closer to himself on the bed. He's resting his knees on the edge of the bed as leverage while holding you by your thighs and making you spread your legs as much as you can. He's always wanted to touch you, fill you up, and the way you're looking at him through your heavy-lidded eyes is making it even harder for him to resist you.

"You know," he murmurs, "I would imagine us all over the place— my room, the backseat of cars or a damn parking lot, some closet, bending you over any surface that I find as soon as we step back in the house." His voice is thick with lust, it's like he's ready to devour you, consume you until there's nothing left of you. "I imagined you in my lap, your legs open for me, and..."

Ghost doesn't finish his sentence and instead, he finally gives you what you've been craving all along. He's big and thick, and the moment you feel the tip of his cock pushing inside you let out a soft yelp—Ghost is slow until he's fully in you, and just as you think that he'll give you some time to adjust to his size, he mercilessly thrusting. Sharp and powerful, almost abusing your cunt as his big hands spread your pussy even more just for his hungry gaze.

"I always felt like I was going to explode." You can hear him grunting, letting out low and deep sounds of pleasure as he mercilessly fucks into you. Your body moves up and down on the bed, putting on a show for Ghost that'll just drive him insane with how you look. He leans in, and his tongue licks hot stripes all over your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it, his teeth gently and teasingly bite into it just to see your reaction. Every time you're slightly overwhelmed and sensitive, your walls clamp around his cock, making Ghost let out a string of curses as his grip on you tightens more and more.

He wraps his arms around your waist, gently rolling over to let you lie on top of him—his body presses into the mattress. You find yourself sitting on top of his body, his arms wrapped around you and his face in between your breasts. "Ride me," he whispers. "I wanna come inside you like this," and he's so, so cruel—how can he talk to you like that when he knows you're so, so, so sensitive. You whine, your arms tightly wrap around his neck as you start to do as you're told; but you're so close, so, so, so close that your movements become sloppier and messier.

"Can't," you gulp. "I can't, Ghost—," your words are breathless and low, your vision is blurry as you come all over his cock without even having the chance of letting him know. But that's Ghost, and Ghost knows you very well. He knows you better than you know yourself. "Yes, sweetheart," he whispers against your chest. "Go ahead, show me how you do it. I promise I'll make you feel even better than this."

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duckchu · 6 months

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Duckyyyy, I seriously need a change from the KDA!reader stuff going around, could I mayhaps beg of you for anything romantic with whatever heartsteel boy you feel like writing for with a Pentakill reader?

(I seriously recommend listening to Pentakill if you like old metal, I can also help give a brief description of Pentakill if you need it)

-🎃

While Pentakill is (musically) my least favourite band from lol, I'm a Sona main and a Mordekaiser simp, I know them by heart, 🎃 (this sounds way more threating than it was meant to lmao) (and I do not know them by heart, I just love Sona and Mordekaiser and would very much enjoy being stuffing to a sandwich if they're the bread if you know what I mean

And you know what? I'm feeling like writing them all so enjoy my lovely pumpkin

Also sorry for kinda insterting Battle Academia Yone in there but I couldn't stop myself

Enjoy 🖤

(mmm wife gif)

Kayn

You're a hottie AND you're in THE Pentakill? He was instantly hooked on you when you two met

Though you weren't as keen on him, thinking of him as just another fanboy

After some time of him bugging you and trying to impress you as much as he can, you warmed up to him

Eventually landing yourself into a relationship with him

Everyone in both bands thought you two were just a short phase

But then the public learned about you

And my god, was it a storm

Especially since everyone suspected you were dating someone...more like you

But you two are still going strong

He loves your style, especially if your outfits include some chains (he's a kinky man what can I say)

Though he also enjoys your style outside of the stage, no matter how much it differs from your metal queen image

Honestly he just loves when you look happy

Probably wrote a few songs about you, which he will never show you, since he thinks you're too cool for love songs

Aphelios

Honestly? Wasn't interested at the beginning

You're from Pentakill? Ok, don't care

Honestly you were the one who fell first

He had no idea, untill he noticied you telling Sona you thought he was cute using sing language

After that he started noticing you in his surroundings more often

Especially if you wore tight clothes

I mean he's not a pervert, but you look really good

Finally Alune made him realise he's in love

Oh shit he is

So after some time to gather courage he goes in an confesses

Thought it wouldn't be a problem to do it in front of Kayle, since why would she know sing language

SHE'S IN THE BAND WITH SONA TOO FUCK

He may be stupid but you still love him

But rumours spread fast

So next day the press was on the asses of both of you

Honestly doesn't care. He loves you and that's what matters

Though the rest of Heartsteel might care

Oh well

Yone

You two met before Pentakill was even a thing

So he isn't intimated by you being in the band

He's actually very happy for you

Though he does miss the days when you two were just teenagers and could hang out more frequently

Especially since now you usually were with the band or touring

I mean he was happy with you

But he might not have gotten past his little high school crush on you

Ah, the old days, when he thought dying his hair pink would impress you

Now he knew he just had to tell you that he liked you in that special way

You two might have lost some time, but now you have plenty of it to make up for it~

Ezreal

Him? With you? Nooo, this had to be joke

A joke so good Karthus spilled his morning coffe out laughing

Oh wait, you actually were? Oh shit

No one ever thought the intimidating metal diva would be with someone like him

Everyone was sure he would be dating another popstar to break up after a week

But it's been half a year since the news broke out and you two are still going strong

He loves seeing you on stage

You're so...

He secretly wants you to step on him and call you mommy

But he can hold back

For now

Sett

Holy shit

The hottie from Pentakill

And him

It's like a dream come true

Although he is worried what his mom will think

She doesn't care

As long as you treat him well, she will welcome you with open arms

Sett loves how ferocious you are

He finds it so hot how intimidating you look on stage

Especially since you have such an effect, even against Mordekaiser and Yorick, who look...well scary

K'Sante

Won't tell you that, but you inspired him so much

He just loves when you mix up your stage style and home style

Like wearing just a normal blouse with that gorset belt? You look great!

He of course loves you for so much more

For example how you always take care of him

Turning into a big softie whenever he needs your help

Or the way your eyes light up when you see in the crowd at a concert

Though the music is not his taste, he will do anything for his partner

He won't admit it, but in the depths of his files there's a whole set of outfits he designed for Pentakill, inspired by you of course

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cupid-styles · 5 months

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omg ok so blurb idea for ginger ale bc u said u needed inspo

i know u kinda already touched up on this in the main story but what if mias like completely drained from school like its exam season and she has to study but shes also somehow failing classes even tho she studied and is swamped with work but cant get up to do anything bc shes panicking and stuff and idk maybe she pushes him away bc shes freaked out and hes like huh bc she never snaps at him like that bla bla and then some angst and fluff and comfort 😭

im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be that long but inspiration struck😭💀obviously u dont have to write it jus a suggestion

omg LOVE THIS!!!!! here's a little something for you :))

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: angst (all is solved in the end), harry being a dummy, age gap romance (8 years)

based on this one-shot!

masterlist | talk to me

. . .

Harry has never seen Mia so exhausted before.

Granted, they've only been officially dating for a few months, but she's typically a relatively organized student. It's something that he's always admired about her — he can think back to his days in university and immediately remembers scattered deadlines and far too many hungover mornings, resulting in constantly missing classes.

Then again, he's never seen her during finals season, and it's apparent that she's feeling the impact of papers, exams, and one too many late nights spent studying.

Because of the nature of their lives, finding time to spend with one another without work or school is often difficult. It's important to Harry that they actively set aside an evening or two each week that's just for them. No discussion of board meetings, lectures, or any stressors — he likes to keep it simple with a delicious and filling meal, a movie on the TV (whether or not they watch it is a separate factor), and his girl nestled into his side.

But for the first time ever, Mia's texting him to cancel.

Under any other ordinary circumstance, he'd be more understanding. Truly. But it's been almost a week since he's seen her, and he's feeling... well, needy. He misses her! And he knows that distance is good, blah blah blah, but this is their time — and it feels like she's just brushing him off, as if he barely matters.

It's why he ends up calling her on his way home from work with Reese driving smoothly and calmly up in the front. Harry drums his fingers against his knee as he listens to the dial tone, a frown on his lips as he waits for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Relief washes over his chest despite her anxiety-ridden tone. "Hey, I'm heading home from work. Do you want me to have Reese come pick you up?"

She sighs frustratedly, "Harry, I just texted you that I can't come over tonight. I have to study."

"You can't give up a few hours to spend with your boyfriend?" he fires back, an accusatory edge to his voice, "I've barely seen you lately."

"You've been in school before, H, you know how stressful exams season is. I need to do well."

"Mi, you're the smartest person I know, you'll be fine if you take some time away from—"

"I won't be, actually," she suddenly snaps. "I'm already failing one of my most important classes and if I don't get at least a B+ on the final, I'll have to retake it next semester. So no, I can't just slack off for a few hours, I need to study, Harry."

Immediately, he pauses. Mia has never gotten angry with him before, vice versa. And he doesn't think he's being particularly unreasonable — if anything, he feels she is — but he's mature enough to know that nothing's getting solved in this conversation. Not when she's clearly tired and stressed. Instead, he opts for the more caring-boyfriend-approach.

"I didn't know you were failing a course. Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Because you can't solve everything!" Mia exclaims, sending a pang of hurt rattling through his chest. "I need to go, alright? I'll see you soon."

With that, the line goes dead.

. . .

Even when Mia falls asleep on her couch, textbook in her lap and a highlighter between her fingers, she can't believe Harry.

The next morning, when she has a persistent ache in her neck and her back feels like it's broken in two, she knows school isn't the only stressful thing her body's responding to.

She thinks dating an older guy is great. Dating Harry is great. Until moments like this, when he somehow forgets that people — including his girlfriend — need to work to get certain things in life, and that they won't just be given an entire company a month after graduation. She doesn't doubt that he understands that on some level, but from the perspective of a partner — well, she thinks he's being pretty insensitive.

Her fingers twitch at her sides in class as she tries her best to pay attention, wanting nothing more to grab her phone from her bag to see if he's texted her. Midway through the day, though, there's still nothing. She can't believe he still hasn't apologized for how he acted the previous night, and it only makes anger fester in her chest even more.

Finally, by the time she trudges home in the cold (December is nearing, and with that comes miserable gusts of wind and flurries of snow), she's had it with his silent treatment. She's barely through the door when she decides that she'll be the one to break the tension — only, when she kicks her shoes off at the door, she notices that her kitchen and living room lights are on, and she surely turned them off before heading out this morning.

Gripping her phone in her hand, she quietly tip-toes out of the entryway, nervous that there's some sort of... homely intruder eating her snacks or watching TV. Instead, she gasps out in shock, clutching her chest when her eyes fall on none other than Harry.

"What the fuck?!" Mia exclaims, her heart thumping quickly with anxiety. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

She squints her eyes, feeling her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her forehead. "So you call. Or text. Not break into my house!"

"You gave me a spare key, Mia—"

"That's for emergencies!" she shouts, suddenly feeling like the living room is slowly getting smaller and closing in on her.

"But you never would've let me come over—"

"Harry, I was literally about to call you when I walked in the door. I'm still mad at you for last night! And you're only making me angrier by being here!"

Tears well up in her eyes as she spits the words out at him. She never thought she'd be in this position with him — it hurts her to even verbalize her anger.

"Wait," Harry stands from the couch, a furrow in his brows as he crosses his arms over the button-up he likely wore to work today, "You're mad at me?"

Mia stares back at him like he has two heads.

"Yes," she slowly replies. "Do not tell me you're mad at me."

His throat bobs. "Yeah. I am."

"For what?!" her anger festers in her chest all over again, exploding like an overflowing pot of boiling water.

"You— you haven't been around lately. You haven't been spending time with me or treating me like a priority."

She squints her eyes, her fingertips finding her temples as an ache begins to settle at the sides of her head. With a shake of her head, she turns around, stomping back towards the entryway of her apartment.

"You need to go," she decides, not even bothering to shed her jacket off yet, "I can't talk to you right now. You're being incredibly unreasonable."

"So you just want to walk away, then? We're not gonna solve anything, we're just gonna keep ignoring each other?"

"I was never ignoring you! I was waiting for you to apologize to me, only to find out that you think I'm in the wrong!"

Harry scoffs as he follows her down the hallway. "Well, I'm not leaving. I want to fix things. And I'm not going until we do."

"Is your approach to annoy me into apologizing?" Mia snaps.

"No," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, "Maybe we're both just being emotional."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you still want me to go?"

Mia shifts her stance from foot to foot. With a noisy sigh, she shakes her head before mumbling out, "No. Let's just... talk about it."

He nods. There's a silence lulling between them as she stands with her back pressed against the wall, stubbornness apparent as she crosses her arms over her chest. He swallows and rolls his lips into a thin line.

"I'm sorry for coming over unannounced. That was very immature of me and crossing a boundary. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to see you."

She keeps her eyes on the floor. "I just wish you'd texted or called instead. I waited all day to hear from you."

"I'm sorry," Harry repeats, his sock-clad feet taking a hesitant step closer to her, "It makes me feel stupid, how needy I can get. I know we're both busy with our own lives but I adore you, Mi. And I hate being away from you."

"I hate it, too," she mumbles, her bottom lip slightly pouted. "And you're not stupid for being needy... I just need you to understand that I'm working hard trying to get my education, and I need you to respect when I'm stressed or busy."

"I will. I'll do better."

She glances up to look at him. He looks tired, his eyes sad. With a quiet sigh, she lifts her hand to press her palm against his warm cheek. The prickles of his facial hair serve as a harsh juxtaposition from the soft skin beneath.

"I'm sorry, too. I never want you to feel like I don't care or I don't want to be with you. I just get so overwhelmed."

"I understand," Harry coos, wrapping a hand around her wrist to bring it to his mouth. He presses light kisses into her palm. "I know you care. I have to work on being more secure in our relationship."

Mia hums at his kisses, his gentle nature a welcomed change from their arguing.

"You know, you could always move closer," she murmurs with a smirk. He chuckles.

"Yeah. Or you could always just move in."

She rolls her eyes, "Then I'd really never get any work done."

"Mm, but think about how nice it'd be," he mumbles, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I'd cook you dinner all the time, bring you snacks and tea while you study... you'd have your own office, of course. We could get a dog or a cat, too. Share a bed every night... you wouldn't have to use travel sizes of all your skincare stuff either, because everything would be there already."

She smiles to herself as she leans her head on his shoulder. The thought is nice. So nice. But they both know it's too early in their relationship, regardless of how deeply they feel for one another. Maybe it's a dream to work up to — a sweet, domestic life together.

"And you know what would be the best part?" she asks, brushing her lips up against the shell of his ear.

"Hm?"

"I'd get to use your heated bathroom floors every day."

#bestie asks #this took FOREVER #sorrrryyyy hehe #sugar daddy h #writing

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justrandomthoughs · 1 year

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Perv!Yan! Jacaerys Velaryon headcannons

Tw: swearing (by me—sorry), sexual themes, unhealthy relationships, perverted behavior

Alternative Title: MF Nasty ass closeted sneaky pervert Jace

Look at his eyes, so shifty. I know for a FACT he would peep in on you

Peeping tom situations would be semi-frequently, I think it's like once every two weeks. I think he'd like to reward himself for not constantly peeping in on you

Lives for when you take baths

Probably will only be there watching you for like 1-3 minutes. Whenever he can sneak it really, since you often have people helping you bathe (he fucking wishes it was him so bad)

Also takes a pair of underclothes, whatever they might be

I feel like he's a sniffer, like whenever you pass by he sniffs the air, but I feel like that would be the case for a lot of yanderes (or just regular people who have a silly goofy crush on someone who smells good)

Obviously would sniff the newly stolen items

Just had this come to mind but—he'd sniff your used towels. Like after you dry yourself off from a bath, he'd know when to come in and just nonchalantly say that he'll take it to the servants—he was just about to call one. Then he'd go back to pretending there was an important matter that he had to come talk to you late at night/during your bathing period (and he knows it by now since it's happened so often. But you wouldn't really suspect Jace because he's such a good-guy prince, like that would be crazy—BUT IT'S TRUE). After he's got that he goes back to his room and just kinda fucking lays it on his head while he jacks off. Sniffing, and licking/biting the towel while he jacks himself off to the memories of you taking a bath. Pretending he's there with you washing you, drying you off, and dicking you down so, so, good. Idk if he'd also wash himself with that towel. I think that might be like a separate one time event where he wanted to play pretend. He pictures you and him taking a bath and using the same towel, he'll dry you off first (don't want you catching a cold) then he'll dry himself off. Probably doesn't jack off that time, just wants to feel the burn of such a domestic image in his heart. That would probably be early in his obsession with you.

Probably lives for the moments where the two of you can share a snack/drink from the same cup

Also this would all be pretty early in the obsession. Like the beginning stages of it where you don't know he is in love with you

After he'd make his feelings known it's all based on how you responded, like are the two of you a thing or did you say nada?

If you are in a relationship now he'd ease you into his obsessions but he'd never be as like really egregiously perverted as he once was

He was just desperate for anything he could take back then, but now he finally has you so all is good

His perverted tendencies will now be like battles of will of good-guy Jace and nasty-ass Jace where he has to fight himself on whether or not he should do that, and what if you caught him (probably like panty licking)

On less perverted things he does in relationships is fucking play off any sexual touches he gives you in public as platonic or accidental, he might even gaslight gatekeep girlboss you into thinking nothing happened. He won't mention it or indicate in any way that it happened. Was it just a trick your mind played on you? Well known good-guy Jace would never do such a thing—BUT IT’S TRUE! These kinds of things would be like holding you super close when dragon riding—your ass literally being grinded into his dick whenever Vermax flaps their wings. (Honestly though he would probably do this & the next one before you guys get together but to a lesser intensity and frequency)

Also full frontal groin to ass contacts whenever he can pretend it's a really *tight* squeeze, but he just needs to scooch on passed you. Only happens during parties when he knows there will be a bunch of distractions, and an easy excuse of alcohol sillyness (which you would probably have too so you don’t pay it too much mind). Might even do that with a hand on your hip, and a cup of wine in the other. Oops, super sorry he just needs to stabilize himself past this *really tight* squeeze. Can’t have the cup spill. Would probably get real close to your ear and say “sorry about that” in a husky voice. It’s a two for one baby, he’ll also give your hair or neck the quickest and lightest of sniffs because he’s already being scandalous. He can’t help but push it though

I wrote this at like 4 am two days ago, when I should have been writing a paper, doing a presentation, and studying for a test.

Now I just spent 30 min formatting it and proofreading it (dyslexic though so don't hold me to it lol). I have more ideas/scenarios about this topic but I'll get to it AFTER I finish my end of semester stuff lol. Like after tomorrow (holy fucking shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit)

Also want to write more Jacaerys stuff besides this, but again after tomorrow

#yandere jacaerys #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #yandere hotd

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slashingdisneypasta · 6 months

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SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: What the hell kinda luck leads you and Callahan to finally decide to date- and then immediately end up with him subbing one of your classes that day??

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship and sexual references.

"You want... to take me on a date??" Blinking, you look baffled at him. "... we can't go out." You exclaim, completely incredulous. "That's the secret part of secret affair."

A smirk slides across Callahan's face, looking cocky as usual. Like he knows everything, the handsome bastard. "I was actually thinking I'd cook for you. At home." The smirk broadens. "See,.. I know the rules."

"Well you should, you did help to make them."

"Mmm," He groans, annoyance laced in the tone. "Actually I think that you took control on that- but I digress. What do you say? I've cooked for you before, after all,.. its not like I'll poison you... "

"Uh, I stole leftovers out of your fridge. I don't think that constitutes as you cooking for me- but-- " Shaking your head, you taking a deep breath and think; drumming your fingers against the bench.

The two of you have been getting along better; that Halloween event was so much fun, and not just the bathroom rendezvous, you actually loved talking with him-- but do you really want to let this become... more? What would you even call him after you went on a date? Date is a hefty four letter word, filled with expectations and assumptions and a 'where is this going' conversation that you are completely unequipped for.

Callahan is an ass, though. A cold, manipulative, narcissistic ass. So... maybe... you shouldn't??...

Your eyes flicker up to his face then, though, and your moment of sobriety is over. There's just something in him that you like all of a sudden and the past week since Halloween, you've been all for him. Shrugging nonchalauntly, you give a grin. You cant help it. "Yeah. Cook me dinner- what do you plan on cookin me, then?"

Giving fully-pleased grin, rolling his shoulders. "Let's call it a surprise." He teases, leaning in and dropping a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand fitting to your waist. "I'll see you tonight- dress uhh... " He gives you a once-over and you gape. Excuse you???- "better."

Excuse y- glancing down at your pyjamas, just a t shirt and shorts, you give a sad pout. These pj's are cute! Hmph. "You know, I like you at the moment but you're still on thin ice." With a matter-o-fact, deadpanned look on your face now, you take a deliberate sip of your coffee/tea at him.

"Uhuh, whatever. Bye." One final waist-squeeze from him and an almost-sincere smile (on one side of his face at least) and he walks on out of the apartment for the day.

What the HELL?

"Alright class, as you can hopefully tell I am not an English teacher," Professor Callahan stands at the front of your class after making an entrance of himself coming in (He couldn't quote a law & order but apparently he knows Hamlet- the Claudius bits) and you're closest to him in the front row so you're the only one who hears the next part even though he doesn't look at you. "and to be honest I look down upon and each and every one of you poor hippie losers."

What the hell is he doing in this class?? This is YOUR class!! He's a law teacher- Before you can think it through, your arm shoots up into the air. He sees you and nods to your hand. "Where's Mr Bradford??"

"Sick." He responds, and does not elaborate- he quickly looks back to the class in general. "Now, I want you to do the modules I write on the board and if you have a question... I don't care. Email your ailing teacher. Go."

Narrowing your eyes, you watch him turn and write the appropriate modules onto the board; using your eyes and mind power to insist he turn around... but he doesn't, not once. The jerk.

Finally when Callahan turns back to the front, gives the room once sweep with his eyes and then sits down at the desk to do his own work without even looking at you for a second you sigh and open your laptop to start the modules... awkwardly... and immediately see an instant message pop up in the corner of the screen. From Aaron- the name you put his contacts under when you realised other people might catch a glance of your messages or your calls and you didn't want them getting suspicious about a last name (Or 'the professor', which was another option that had passed your mind).

Aaron: Stop staring.

Huffing, you roll your eyes and immediately start typing out an answer.

You: Oh so you noticed me?? Interesting.

You: Couldn't tell.

Aaron: What do you expect? Am I supposed to walk into class and kiss you- then introduce myself as the professor for the day and expect everyone to respect me?

You: No one respects you. They hate and fear you.

When you glance up to see his reaction to that, you see a smirk slither across his face as he types back to you.

Aaron: So?? That's infinitely preferable.

For goodness sakes. Stifling a grin by pressing your lips together, you shake your head and open your classwork. Whatever, maybe you can just ignore him and get your work done today. Pretend you don't know him. Try not to think about the fact you were bent over your professors bed with him behind you in his teaching suit, well-

Woof... you think, eyes rounding and shaking your head again; trying to shake the memory out of your head. Okay, mind outta the gutter, lets do some work. Come on.

For the rest of the 3 hour class you shift between actually doing work and sending Aaron random messages to try and get a visible reaction out of him (He does react, but he's subtle. Just soft smirks, a couple of headshakes... the biggest responce you got was an eyeroll). No one else notices because they're all terrified of Callahan, and are actually doing their work.

When 3 o'clock finally fits and its time to leave for the day, everyone else starts filing quickly out while you casually just pack up your things at your leisure and wonder what you're going to wear for your date tonight when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Lewis.

Lewis, the guy you went on a date with a couple of weeks ago and Callahan - Aaron, - got weird about it. Before Halloween and everything... sorta changed. As Lewis gives you a cute grin, his tucked into his back pockets you look to the professors desk and catch Aaron the manipulative bastard pretending not to notice the cute guy approach you; busying himself putting his things back in his briefcase.

"Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I know we've both been really busy lately so we haven't had a chance to catch up, since... " Here Lewis gives a shifty-eyed glance between you two, reminding you of the almost-risqué moment the two of you had when he kisses you goodbye after the date. A wonky grin wibbles across your mouth, thinking about the worse, down-right-scandalous things you've done with the other man in the room- nearby- listening in... "But, uh, I was wondering! Heh- if you wanted to go on a second date??.. you know- with me? The new Five Nights at Freddy's movie is out and I got tickets." Oh- he remembers you love Five Nights at Freddy's!, damn him. Damn him and that cute lop-sided grin on his face. "Whadaya say?"

... Oh. "Oh."

You should say yes.

Lewis is cute, and he's sweet (He gave you his spare copy of Freddy Vs Jason on your date for goodness sakes! You cant get much better then that), he likes Five Nights at Freddy's!... and what you said to Callahan (To Aaron) two weeks ago still stands. You want to be married one day, you want something with someone that can last-

... But right now all you can think is that you have plenty of time to find that. You're young and you have years, and right now all you really want to do is be with Aaron.

A week ago the answer would have been yes but Halloween night changed everything.

You hear the sound of a briefcase clipping shut and take in a sudden, deep breath. "... actually Lewis, I already saw it- sorry!! You can take someone else, can't you??"

Lewis's smile falters, but not in a pitiful puppy-dog way- in a 'well damn, that's a shame' kind of way. You like that about him, after all you only went on one date together and he barely touched you. "Ehh, no worries. Maybe we'll hook up some other time."

"Maybe!" Giving a genuine smile, you nod; noticing Callahan at his desk waiting impatiently for the two of you, the last remaining students in the room, to move it and get out. His briefcase is stood up straight on the desk and his fingers are drumming against the leather. He can definitely hear what's being said, too, since he's barely 10 feet away.... and looking right at you both- "Uhh... well I'll see you next class, Lewis!"

"Yeah, see ya." With a last arm squeeze, and a kiss to the cheek, Lewis gives you casual smile and leaves the classroom.

... After a moment of embarrassed silence in which you think about where to go from here... you quickly glance at Aaron for a moment and pull your shoulder bag on right over your head. "Well what are you lookin' at?" You ask boldly, then go ahead and try to just leave. Like uh-yeah-no-see-ya-later-bye-

But- "Uh uh uh, not so fast." You were, of course, greatly mistaken to think he was just going to let you leave after seeing that. Sighing, you stop in your tracks and look nervously back at him. "... what was that?"

"I'm sure I dunno what you mean, Professor." You give him a pointed look. "Just chatting with a friend."

"A friend?... " He raises a brow. "Huh."

Welp. That 'huh' doesn't sound great. "... 'Huh'?"

"Mhm. 'Huh'." He agrees, folding one hand into one of his pants pockets and looking... thoughtful. Dangerously thoughtful. Oh lord- "... as your professor I feel I should warn you, Miss L/N,.. boys at that age are- " He pauses, considering his next words. " - fickle. And inexperienced. And... q u i c k." The last word comes out slow and you want to laugh.

You try not to laugh, wandering over to the desk and looking pointedly at him again. "Sir... I don't think its appropriate for you to be talking to me about this, is it? I mean- " Quickly you drop the good student act. "Not unless you're gonna gimmie good grades for listening to your jealous garbage, at least." You shrug, dropping your shoulder bag to the ground with a teasing grin.

Letting out a chuckle, he smirks and runs his hand that's not in his pocket slowly, wryly over leather of his briefcase. "... what else would you do for a pass, sweetheart?.. "

A snicker slips out of your nose, shaking your head. "You're not really my real teacher, Aaron, you have no power over my education."

"Well that's true... Also means its not against the rules- if I do this." After leaning across the table, Aaron presses his lips against yours in a hot, slow open-mouthed kiss that makes you dizzy. And you let him, in your classroom, where you learn about American literature 5 days a week. You even reach over and wrap his red tie around your knuckles, stroking his tongue with your own. When he pulls back, only a couple inches, he can obviously see the fog in your eyes from his kiss and you can definitely see it in his. "Or, this." He goes on, beginning to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck in a way that makes it hard for you to keep yourself together. "Or... "

Oh, fucks sake here we go, you're going to fuck him in the classroom. Pulling back with huff, you slowly let go of his tie; slipping the smooth fabric through your fingers. Your eyes flicker slowly from his lips up to his eyes and back. "... Professor I changed my mind, I'll do anything for that grade."

With a mocking smirk so close to your face, so pleased to have a girl in a classroom, even if its not his, Aaron holds one side of your face and rubs your jaw fondly with his thumb. "Is that so?.. What a good student you are. Hmm... go lock the door."

"Yes sir." You grin, heading off to do just what you're told.

15 minutes later you leave the classroom with slick on your thighs and a warm feeling in your pants, as well a whole new appreciation for Wattpad authors and their vision.

#Professor Callahan x Reader Oneshot #Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader Oneshot #Professor Callahan x Reader #Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader #Professor Callahan #Professor Aaron Callahan #Musical Villains #Oneshot #Legally Blonde Broadway #Broadway Legally Blonde

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galaxy-stardust · 23 days

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Sooo Jakeaholics :) ,

This is part 2 of my fanfic with Jake, the hacker from the game Duskwood.

Part one is "Meeting Jake"

As in my first story it is not possible for me to not write a NSFW story... damn 😒

I really wanted to write a SFW story but thinking about him always leads me to doing dirty things with him... I can't help me. I'm sorry 😉

So if you want to read a cute story then don't read mine 😜

Enjoy!

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NSFW / SMUT CONTENT

The first hideout 🌲

One week passed by since Jake showed up at my door.

I needed a few days to manage all my stuff.

I quit work. Thankfully I earned good money and I am a "not spend money for things you don't really need" person so I have enough money for quite a long time not going to work.

I told my parents that they will not see me for a while, I told my brothers that I'll try to contact them whenever I can. And I told my two best friends that I'm going on a trip with the man I unconditionally fell in love with.

They were worried "you don't know him well, he's a wanted hacker" "you can't be seriously give up your life for something like this" and so on...

But, as you can imagine, it doesn't matter to me what they say.

I finally found him and I'm finally together with him. My soulmate, my love, my life.

So after this few days of managing stuff we are ready to go on the run. I just have a backpag like Jake. A few clothes, money, my phone and a few hygenic things.

I sit on my window. My favourite place in my flat as I hear a key in the door.

Jake was quickly outside to buy some things before we leave.

He sits down next to me and gives me a box.

"What's that?" I ask.

"MC, I know you nearly have your whole life on your phone but you can't take it with you. We need throw away phones, you know?"

"I understand" I say.

I hoped I could take with my phone with me but I also know he's right. I trust him.

I sight.

"We'll leave your phone here in this flat. With the location on. So if my pursuers hack your phone it will lead them to this place. But we will not be here anymore"

I nod.

"We have to go now,MC. I've been for too long on the same place."

He gives me a kiss an makes himself ready to go. I get myself up too and follow him.

At the door I take a quick look back. One of my brothers will take care of my flat. I couldn't sell it. Maybe we will come back one day and search for a cute little house here. Then I can still sell it. Maybe.

Jake notices my gaze.

"MC, you don't have to do this. You... you can stay here with your friends and your family. I will get in touch with you whenever I can"

"Jake... you are my family now, my life, my love. I will come with you. Let's go"

He smiles. Gives me a kiss and we leave the flat.

We get into my car. Thankfully it is an old one so no sat nav and stuff like that.

I hold in "Can we go by car?"

"For a while, yes. But I like to drive" he smirkes.

I laugh and give him the keys.

While we are driving, I look outside the window. Watch the trees passing by.

I turn my head. Look at this beautiful man next to me. I smile.

He's focused on the street. Then he notices my gaze, smiles and puts his hand on my leg. That gives me butterflies. I grap his hand and we hold hands while we drive. It's a very intense feeling... I love to feel him.

"Everything ok MC?"

"Yes, absolutely. " I answer.

"So, where do we go now?" Jake asks.

I ponder. Then something crosses my mind. Something I totally forgot about.

"Just drive. I'll lead you."

A few hours passed by. We leave the civilisation behind us and head to a forrest in front of us. At the edge of the forrest we stop. The road ended here.

"What now?" Jake asks.

"We walk" I answer.

He lifts an eyebrow. "Ok..."

"Just trust me" I twink "you do trust me right?"

"I do... I did it from the first second we met"

He smiles and I feel my knees getting weak.

Damn... He is just so perfect.

"Alright, let's go" I say and jump out of the car.

We took our stuff and walk into the forrest. There is a little path next to a river. It starts getting dark and all around us little fireflys start to glow. It's beautiful.

He graps my hand and we follow the path deeper into the forrest.

After a while Jake stops and says "Wow, look at this! This is awesome!"

"I knew you would like it" I say.

He lets off my hand and takes a few steps closer to our goal.

In front of us is huge old tree with a tree house in it. I totally forgot that I booked it a while ago. I love it here. Just the noises from the forrest.

"Come on MC! I like to go in"

We walk over a little bridge and enter the house. It's cosy. A huge couch, a bath with a little whirlpool and a little kitchen. But the best thing is the glas roof.

Suddenly Jake graps my waist and pulls me in. We kiss. "It's perfect MC. Thank you for bringing me here."

I go in the kitchen, making a coffee. Jake is sitting on the couch. Checking what's going on with his (or now our) pursuers on his laptop. Thankfully there is WiFi in this house I think, but in the next second I wish there wasn't WiFi...

I sit down next to him and give him his coffee.

"Everything ok?" I ask.

"Yes, for now" he answers.

"Fine, then you can close this thing for a while" He smiles. "Sure honey".

He puts his laptop away and I lay down on his chest. Looking out of the glas roof. It's a clear night and the sky is full of stars. Jake is sipping on his coffee, playing with a strand of my hair, deep in thoughts.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Lay down next to me and look in this beautiful nightsky."

He robs hisself into a laying position close to me and looks up.

"Wow... that's absolutely beautiful... I don't know when the last time was I looked in the nightsky."

He graps my hand. We lay there for a while, just watching the stars and listening to our heatbeats. It's perfect. I really can't imagine a better place to be right now.

Jake moves. Rolls over on top of me. His hands are next to my head. My breath is getting faster. I look in this beautiful eyes.

He comes down to me to give me a kiss.

"I love you MC. And I want you right now" he says. His breath is getting faster too.

"I'm yours" I gasp.

His hand is under my shirt, starts touching me. I feel like I will explode. I want him so bad. He feels my struggle and smirkes. He knows that I'm in his hands and he likes that. He is using his control he has over me and starts teasing me.

His lips are all over me and I don't know how to calm down myself a bit. If he doesn't stop right now I will explode before he is in me.

"Jake!"

"Well, yes?" He asks.

"Stop torturing me and bump into me. I want to feel you right now!"

"Calm down babe. Don't you think I want to feel your warmth between my legs too? I just want to see you begging for it a bit more. I like it. Knowing that you're mine..."

"Don't be so mean. I just want you to fuck me... please"

He smirkes and ignores my begging.

He kisses my nipples, my belly down to my weak point... He groans and starts licking my wet pussy and it just took me a few seconds to come on his fingers.

"Fuck" I whisper...

But I don't have enough yet. I want more. I want him.

Jake takes off his clothes, lays down on me and I feel his hard dick bumping on my entrence. I spread my legs a bit wider and he enters me.

We groan. I claw my hands in his back. Looking in his eyes and see his desire.

We explode together. Breathless I push him away from me onto his back and start sucking his dick. He moans until he comes again in my mouth with a whispered "Fuck..."

I crawl up to him. Kissing his belly, his chest. I sit down on him, leading his dick into me and start riding him.

His hands are playing with my nipples. I start to move faster and faster until I feel his liquid filling me again.

With weak knees I get off of him and lay down breathless next to him. He looks at me. Satisfied and smiling.

"I just go into the bath real quick" I say and slowly get off the couch, my knees still a bit weak. I refresh myself a bit, grabbing a hoodie from Jake (his smell is so good) and walk back to him.

"Excuse me too for a second" he says and heads to the bathroom. I snuggle up in a blanket and start watching the nightsky again. Jake comes back from the bathroom, just wearing sweatpants and lays down next to me.

We snuggle up together in the blanket and fall asleep after a while. Feeling save.

As I wake up in the morning, Jake's already up. I smell fresh coffee but I can't see Jake at first moment. I stretch and get up. Leading to the bathroom. As I enter I see Jake in the whirlpool, sipping a coffee.

I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks.

"Good morning honey, wanna join?" I smile, slip out of the hoodie and into the bubbling water.

"Good morning hackerboy" I say and grap his mug to sip a bit coffee.

"So, whats the plan for today" I ask.

"I know a plan for right now" he smirkes. "Come over to me"

I slide over to him and we have a nice, hot, wet quickie in the bubbling bath.

"Alright" Jake gets himself out of the pool "pack a few snacks MC and let's go for a walk"

I smile. I'm getting myself off the bath too, slip in my clothes and walk in the kitchen to pack our stuff.

We walk along the path next to the river for a while until we find a place on a small see.

We sit down and loose our minds in the sparkling water. The sun warms our faces and we just enjoy this moment. It's perfect. We talk about nearly everything for hours and we have the feeling that time stands still.

After a while he looks at me and says "I'm sorry MC but can't stop fantasizing about you sitting on my face." He says with a rough voice. He smirkes.

"Oh my..." I feel a warmth between my legs, feel that I'm getting wet.

"Hmm... you like the thought too don't you? Get your clothes off and sit down on me... I can't wait to taste you."

I do what he wants me to do.

He starts licking my pussy. I groan "I love how your tongue feels on my clit."

"And I love your taste MC, I want you to come ok?"

"Then don't stop..." I gasp "I'm close to come" and a few seconds later I come on his face. My body shivers.

"Mhh, I like your taste MC"

"And I like yours Jake, so please let me suck it"

He rips off his sweatpants and I start sucking his dick. He groans "Fuck MC, that feels so good. Do you want me to come inside your mouth?"

"Mhm" I hum.

He pushes my head softly with his moves deeper in my throat.

"I'm close to come MC.... fuck" he says and fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow it.

He lifts me up from my knees and pushes me on a tree next to us. We kiss. His eyes are darker that usual, full of desire.

"I want you MC"

"Than take what you need Jake, I'm yours"

He turns me around and starts to fuck me.

"Fuck me harder please" I beg and he starts pushing his dick deeper inside me.

I claw my fingers into the tree, getting crazy about how he feels inside of me. Fuck I never knew that I could be this obsessed with a man. The connection between Jake and me is so intense. I just want to feel him all day (means not, that I want to have sex with him all day 😉 )

Jake's moves are getting faster and I push myself closer to him to feel him even deeper inside of me. I feel his hand on my neck and my throat, carefully, and I can't control myself any longer.

"Fuck" we say simultaneously as we explode toghether.

"Mhh MC, I like it when you can't control yourself" he smirkes.

I blush "I never knew that I could give myself in that much. With you I can. I just trust you so much and I feel that we know each other for a lifetime"

"I feel the same and I love it" he says and lays down on our blanket. The sun warmth our naked bodies. After a while Jake turns his head to me.

"MC, let's go back to the tree hous ok? I'm sorry to destroy this moment but I have to check what my pursures are doing so far"

"No need to be sorry Jake" I smile, hush him a kiss and we make ourselfs ready to head back to our house.

Back in the house Jake graps his laptop, sinks down on the couch and starts his work.

His glanze gets dark and worried.

"MC, you should see this"

I walk over to him and take a seat next to him. He turns the laptop a bit so I can see what he found. My heart stops beating.

I see a news flash about my flat. Police everywere. Blue lights. Then a reporter shows up in front of the camera.

"Behind me you see the house from MC. According to rumors she was hiding one of the most wanted hackers here for a while. He is related to the latest mysterious incidents. The police tracked the mobile phone from MC. Tonight at 2am they crashed into the flat but found it emty. The phone was laying on the table in the living room. No trace from MC and Jake, the hacker. The car from MC is missing so the police is sure that she and the hacker are still together on the run but they have such a vague lead where they could be right now. The car has not a sat nav so it will be extremely hard to get on their tracks again. But the Police chief and the government are confident. "We are hard on their heals. It will not take long until we have them in handcuffs" the Police chief told the news. "We will now interrogate familiy and friends from MC to find out where she and the hacker might be hiding" We will keep you updated. This was...."

I don't listen to the last words from the reporter.

I'm shocked and I can't move. Thankfully none of my brothers were in my flat when our pursuers crashed into it.

But the police will interrogate every one of them. They don't know a thing. I didn't tell anyone what our next steps will be. So many thoughts are crossing my mind.

"MC?"

I startle as Jake carefully lays his hand down on my leg.

"I'm okay" I say, choke my head to clear my mind and look at him.

God, he looks so worried. His beautiful eyes look deep into mine.

"We can end this right now. You'll go back to your family and friends and I will go into hiding alone again. Whenever it's possible I will send you a message. I never wanted this for you. You..."

"Jake, please. You know I can't let you go again. I don't want it. I want to be with you, no matter what will happen. None of my brothers was getting hurt. No one knows where we are. They cannot give the police a hint. I need you Jake, I love you. Not to be with you would be horrible, not compareable to what we will going through while we are on the run. Alright, what now? When do we have to leave the tree house? Can we stay for tonight or..."

Jake interuppts my words with a kiss.

"I love you MC. I'm glad that you don't leave me. Yes, we can stay for tonight but we have to set off early tomorrow. We should try to get some sleep."

I nod and we lay down cuddling on the couch.

Clear night again, full of stars. Neither Jake nor I will sleep tonight. The latest news are too present for both of us. But I knew it would't be easy. Nevertheless I accept it. For him. For us.

So we just lay there, watching the night sky and plan our next steps. In our heads, in silence, in the starry night, just hearing the noises of the forrest...

Where should they go next / what should happen next? Tell me what you like to read. 🤗

#duskwood #jake duskwood #my favourite hackerboy #everbyte #jakeaholic #addiction #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom #everbyte game #everbyte studio #jake x reader #jake x mc #duskwood game

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cobwebinthecorner · 1 year

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Going to see The Super Mario Bros. Movie and Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves in a couple of days. Very excited!

There is one thing I'm hoping doesn't happen, though.

There's probably an actual trope name for this, but I hope the D&D movie doesn't have one of those "zoom-out" scenes at the end.

They did this sort of thing near the end of The Lego Movie, and it kinda ruined that movie for me. They get you all excited and I vested in these characters and the story, and then they abruptly "zoom out" and whoops, turns out none of the last hour or so actually mattered or had any stakes in the first place because it all took place in the imagination of some random kid.

And the thing is, I can totally imagine the movie ending with Chris Pine's character getting in the final hit on the BBEG or something and blinding white light fills the screen and then HARD CUT to the main cast sitting around a table in like a basement or something bc "haha d&d players are all nerds living in their mom's basement" and then the DM (might as well be Dwayne Johnson at this point too bc WHY THE FUCK NOT) is just like "haha, that was great. same time next week everyone?" And then someone else is like "uhh actually that doesn't fit with my schedule" because D&D HARD TO SCHEDULE DO YOU GET IT? DO YOU GET THE FUNNY JOKE??? and everyone laughs and then credits.

Sorry

But like that would suck SOOOO fuucking much

You'd spend two fucking hours getting to know these characters and having fun D&D times and epic action-packed battles and then they'd just pull the biggest fucking cop-out since "it was all just a dream"

FOR A JOKE

for a JOKE, Y'ALL.

#posts fully endorsed by cobweb #movie night #d&d #d&d honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

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raayllum · 1 year

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Hello! It's been a day since S4, how we feeling? Personally, I think it was a pretty good season, (a little fast-paced, but that's probably just me) except for maybe one thing; Rayla. I feel like Rayla was kinda weirdly written this season. Like seriously, for two episodes after she appeared, me and my sister were convinced that her behavior was "off" and really thought she was a fake until ep.4. Sure, I was glad it was the real Rayla, but it doesn't change the fact that I thought her behavior seemed unnatural. Maybe the whole Fake Rayla theory is what made me cautious about her behavior. Perhaps months of Rayllum angst accidentally set an expectation, or maybe I'm just missing something. EXTRA: This is kinda nitpicky, but given how Rayla lied to Callum about going to find Viren together in TTM, I feel that Callum should've helped Rayla chase Viren down at the end of the season, but that's my opinion.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Honestly Rayla’s mix of nerves, heartbreak, forced casualty and trying to cheer her way through it reminded me a lot of her arrival back at the Silvergrove + how she tried to cover things up in 2x09 when she was awkward and flustered ( “You’re even looking cheery!” → “You look nice, Callum”)

Another thing that I think about sometimes but haven’t really meta’d about is that is that like the biggest instances where Rayla apologizes to Callum in show (1x02 when she thinks she has to kill him, and 2x03 in the aftermath of finding out about Harrow) particularly the former is that Rayla is worried and scared that Claudia and Soren will hurt him and Ezran. It’s not just a matter of their relationship being at stake (although that terrifies her too) but also that if it breaks, she will not be able to effectively protect him and Ezran. And I think that adds a layer to her desperation that we don’t talk about a lot, and I also think it’s interesting how much that similar desperation (chasing after him in ways she almost never does at any other point in the series, some expressions, etc) of those surrounding scenes mirrors her body language and behaviour in 4x03 despite not having the same amount of like, literal stakes

If you are interested in more thoughts on Rayla’s characterization in S4 I will direct to you this post! A Rayllum focused follow up to touch on things I didn’t get as much of a chance to (i.e. the “I know” 4x09 scene in particular) should be coming in the next few weeks (unless I am a mad man and commit to it this weekend or something)

But to write the short form, I think Callum didn’t go after her for a few complicated, interrelated emotional reasons

1) Callum realizing that he can’t change this part of Rayla, to a degree. This is something that will always be a part of her. I think that’s why his look here mirrors his sad gaze in 2x07 - and he’s undeniably sad in 4x09 - because whereas before he was sad that she had left, he’s sad now that she’s already gone. He tried in TTM and it didn’t work.

2) Additional growth in some ways in Callum realizing if Rayla is taking on a dangerous and/or self destructive path, he doesn’t have to follow her down. (Or at least he can try not to, but more on that in the final point)

3) In TTM, Rayla wasn’t really trying to move on (and for her own understandable reasons) and that’s one of the big changes in S4 where she is trying to see if she can Let Go. The answer is no. Likewise, Callum is also attempting to see if he can let go, since again: she’s hurt him very deeply. And if he can watch her walk away now (the fact she tells and waits for him to respond first, too, I think means a lot) than he can close himself down in a way that she won’t be able to hurt him. A final test to see if he can do it

And he can’t, of course. So then he finally lets himself fully run after her / to her, the way he always has

#thanks for asking #gigifreaks #s4 #arc 2 #4x09 #mini meta #requests #rayllum #the only scene that seemed Off to me at first was rayla leaving again in 4x03 in the morning (as well as callum's response to it)#altho again i can see how and why it works #and then of course her 'you can't save everyone' scene in 4x05 which has lived rent free in my head every day since and #is absolutely supposed to be 100% jarring tbh

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danwhobrowses · 2 years

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House of the Dragon Eps 3&4 - Review

So last week I was swamped by videos, and poor internet, so I had decided since I did the first two in one so I might as well follow suit

so here I am...swamped by videos, and poor internet. Fate is cruel but so is House of the Dragon, so let's see how these next two episodes fared

Spoilers for Eps 3 and 4

So, I liked the third episode, fourth not so much.

Understandable to carry the plot along for conflict of course but it doesn't make the character action and reaction any less frustrating.

I'll start with Rhaenyra, because our main lady and heir to the throne is a confusing one. I like her character, and I understand how she feels burdened because when she feels unburdened she feels more joyous and vibrant. But in most of eps 3 and 4 she feels like she's being petty and stubborn for the sake of being petty and stubborn; pouting under the weirwood and forcing Allicent to pull rank, saying 'no-one's here for me' when at her brother's second birthday as if attention is meant to be on her, sulking on a bench when Daemon doesn't talk to her, it all felt counteractive to the last episode. Granted, she did have fears that she would be replaced by Aegon, and she called out her father about Laena, but she also in ep.2 understood the responsibility and duty of marrying to a highborn house, so while she certainly shouldn't have wed Jason Lannister and his smarmy creeper ass, she still acts like it's being thrown on her despite the fact that she had blanked her father for years. I liked the White Hart analogy - although I did hate that Viserys killed the non-white one, as thematic as it was - but it does at least show support for her rightful place as heir. Episode 4 was an uncomfortable one for both parties, for Rhaenyra it's not exactly been a secret that the princess' standards in men are Daemon-oriented, if Ser Criston lost the joust I doubt she would have shown any interest in him. Viserys is right though, Rhaenyra is not as innocent as Allicent hopes she would be, what is unsettling is that she would have had he not stopped.

The time jump did not work in episode 3's favour there either, I find it hard to believe that Viserys and Rhaenyra didn't discuss succession for 2 whole years, meaning this tension does feel unbelievable. The gaps do feel like a missed opportunity too, especially for episode 4 where Allicent and Rhaenyra have somehow settled their tension.

On the matter of the Hightowers, Allicent sadly did take a back seat, but she at least maintained her role as being a person with the realm's best intentions, even in episode 4 when the rumor flows she opts to believe and protect Rhaenyra - which could lead to their rift even more - meanwhile her father suffered from poetic irony. His ambitions to put his grandson on the throne by suggesting that Rhaenyra wed Aegon were sickly, but in the end it was a somewhat true rumor that he rightfully reports that causes him to finally be kicked out. Perhaps this could lead to house Strong getting some love, since we've seen Harwin twice now and the lame one whose name escapes me once, Lyonel as well seems to be the only one giving Viserys good advice too.

Before we get to the main man, I wanna talk about Viserys. Because I thought he was fantastic in episode 3, Paddy Condisine expertly played Viserys in his sense of doubt, you could literally see how much he was physically and mentally drowning under the weight of the crown and its 'ceaseless politicking', and yet reluctant to waver on removing Rhaenyra as heir. His speech by the bonfire was particularly great, but in ep.4 he did somewhat regress, part of which could be by the influence of his brother turning him into a teenage frat boy again, up until the rumor where the burdens come back. Around the end when laying down the law I'm kinda on his side, he has been more than fair to her given the systems and traditions set in this universe, he also proves himself more perceptive than we gave him credit for in episode 4, noting how more aware he was of Hightower's machinations.

So let's talk Daemon. In episode 3 he was great, albeit at the expense of the Crabfeeder - who we could've seen more of had we not been time jumping, you could write essays of his body language when he receives Viserys' message; frustration, humiliation, but in some ways a twinge of relief that his family still cares about him, culminating in his leeroy jenkins moment - which I doubt was part of Laenor's plan (on Laenor quickly, why wasn't he an option in episode 2?) but worked that way - which wins the war. In episode 4 things go downhill for Daemon though, often he dances the line of hero and villain but here he was much more villain, having matched the same stubborn and petty energy that Rhaenyra has. It's possible that his intent was simply to show his niece that there's more to living than solitude, but like Rhaenyra he does take it too far and he literally has to force himself to stop. He could've easily refuted the accusation though, but stubborn and petty, he'd sooner get under his brother's skin than simply set his mind at ease. I don't like the haircut either; reminds me too much of his time in the Doctor Who but he's doing gross thing, I dunno if the showrunners were planning on making him look like a 'pathetic little meow meow' to soften the whole 'congratulations you almost tried to fuck your niece' angle but it didn't work for me. In terms of hero/villain balance, Daemon was hero in 3 and villain in 4.

Our ending is interesting though, because when the rumor came about my first thought was 'even back then they did kinda have ways to check', right now Viserys has laid a conundrum on Rhaenyra: if she drinks the morning after tea then she quietly confesses that her maidenhead was taken, regardless of whether it was Daemon or not, and this will dismantle Allicent's and Viserys' trust in her, if she doesn't though she risks falling pregnant which'll also expose her, so it is a cunning cliffhanger to leave on. Four episodes in though and the tension has only been mounting to a small bubble, soon the pot is bound to overflow.

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haleigh-sloth · 2 years

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Writing in new chapters is sure... interesting...

Ngl I actually forgot that Deku and Shiggy are supposed to be improtant because of how they weren't really doing anything.

But what bothers me is that weird decidion to make Tokoyami the one who broke Afo's mask and Enji the one who wants to kill Afo. I mean yeah I like them and I'm exited to see cool endeavor vs afo fight but like... why them? We all know who will finish off afo so what's the point of hyping up endeavor's role in this fight? Same with tokoyami. Like I always knew that Hori loves endeavor but rn it's weird af. And it will suck even more if enji, hawks, tokoyami and jiro, that were beating afo's ass, will suddenly lose because deku will finally get his ass in the location or sth. Makes me question what is the point of shiggy and deku even being there if other characters get monents that imo would fit shigdeku duo better

Yeah. Don't get me wrong I still think Shigaraki and Deku are tag teaming taking down AFO. I think they have some good moments to come, but yeah. I've voiced complaints today, and some of those have changed and some haven't.

So the pathway my frustration took was:

Upset with the Endeavor stuff because it seemed to completely miss the point of his character--->Not really upset with it anymore after the translation because it hit the nail on the head, but the last line still bothers me--->The Endeavor stuff is probably fine and will be expanded on later, and now my main complaint is this completely pointless fight.

I'm fine with what happened on the Todoroki front, it's fine. Or rather I think it'll be fine, because this was supposed to be important for Endeavor and I'm not of the mind that he's completely done either, though I'm kinda tired of waiting on him and would rather him be joined up with his sons, like develop that front pls. But whatever, everything there is fine in my book.

My real issue is----AFO IS NOT ENDEAVOR'S VILLAIN.

Like yes it makes practical sense for them to be matched up at first. But dragging it on this way is exhausting. There is nothing satisfying to be gained from Endeavor fighting AFO, nothing. And we all know he isn't gonna get defeated by Endeavor. Imo AFO should have dipped by now to go to his "other self" as he said he needed to do, or hit the power-up button already so something worthwhile came from this fight by this point. I've been a bit negative today and I don't wanna be, but I'll indulge a little more and say Jirou and Tokoyami taking up chapter space is.....annoying at best. I'm sorry but for me it was. I'd say otherwise maybe if anything resulted on the Hawks front, but even THERE nothing significant has happened.

So really my complaint is just---can we pick up the pace? Or focus on something else? I feel like dedicated two chapters to breaking AFO's mask is ridiculous, because AFO is also extremely flat and boring. And throwing in a power up or a change on his front would have made this chapter better. But instead we broke his mask a second time. And I have no reason to believe it's actually gonna have any lasting positive effects, and will in fact not even matter later. So, yay!

Anyway, this is complaints built up since chapter 352. Not just this chapter. Last chapter imo was boring as hell too. And the frustration is probably from having to wait so long from the breaks (which the author needs, I'm not saying he doesn't), but I think it's a patience issue on my end more than anything.

I'd like to go back to feeling good about the chapters next week now that I kinda got this out of my system lolol. I wish there were more things to analyze and theorize about rn, but it's kinda just flat for now. Hopefully it picks the pace up soon!

#bnha #bnha asks #anonymous #bnha 356 #bnha spoilers

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deeznussy · 2 years

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SAD SAD RANT/VENT POST </3 (abt one piece obvsly BWNSNEND)

I've realised something fundamentally depressing yet honestly kind of sweet???

basically right,, ya'll know how one piece is coming to its final saga so it'll like end soon (like in 5 years or more but still man), I just came to the realisation that awaiting for new chapters and episodes have become such an essential part of my life that I genuinely don't know what I'll do after one piece ends

CALL ME DRAMATIC BUT THIS IS A GENUINE CRISIS IM HAVING GUYS

I was introduced to it by a friend and I'd binged 1000 episodes in like 3 months to catch up to em and now I wait for new eps every week. This has been a part of my schedule since 25/09/21 (yes i jotted down the date I started one piece call me a dork) so now I feel so genuinely lost that I might not have this cycle anymore in a few years ;-; BUT it's also kinda funky to my short attention-span ass that a single anime about dumb pirates worked it's way so deep into my life in barely a year of viewing

NOW COMES THE SAD SAD SHIT

TW: casual talk abt unaliving and my shitty mental health

(I'm okay btw, I'm slowly but surely working on it :> the mental health system is really fucked so I haven't received any proper professional help but I'm holding onto hope that I'll find a good therapist one day!)

I'm gonna be totally transparent with you guys when I say that since the scene where Luffy puts his hat on Nami, one piece has been the sole motivation of me literally keeping living for a good few months now, sounds pathetic but it's true :,)))

for context: i have had recurring lapses of terrible depressive episodes for a good 7 years now and the only way I've ever been able to stop myself from totally offing myself is to literally stuff myself into my bedding with so many blankets that I cannot move, and even that doesn't work the majority of times and i end up with reminders of these episodes. it's in these times where i genuinely can't find reasons to keep living and it's tiring as it takes up the majority of my days. heck, the only reason I'm still alive now is literally because I don't have the energy to take my own life and it's just too much effort.

that's where one piece comes in

when I started I just thought I'd drop it really fast because I can barely keep up on anime with barely a tenth of one piece's current episode count

but no

one piece somehow stuck with me and became such a fucking stable backing in my life to the point I literally thought of it during one of my bad days once and just burst out crying

i was about to commit sewerslide that day.

i didn't though.

all because I remembered a fucking rubber man wearing a strawhat and that one piece is ongoing so if i died right there and then I'll never see Luffy become the pirate king.

i remembered how he'd counted all the things he still had on his fingers and I'd tried: I shut up my brain for a good minute or so just so I could count the things I hold dear

"my friends, my cats, my sister"

(no matter what my delusional brain said about them not missing me i had to push through, i had two cats to feed and a sister to hug after all.)

only three things I'd counted but that was enough for me to keep living for another month and counting

that's when I realised that i had wanted to be a part of this adventure so badly that my entire life was basically cradled amidst the thought of the series ending, i cried so much that night that I had a raging migraine the next day but I still remember the smile I had on the entire night because I'd finally found something that really kept me going and I knew without a doubt would be there for me at all times

yes, I have friends and I promise you that they are some of the best people I've ever met! but with a brain overworking itself at all times, even the best people cannot drag me out of my own self-loathing and I hate it. i hate that I cannot trust myself nor my friends at all to stay and I hate that I convince myself each and everyday that they'd be better off without me. i want to rely on them so badly because I know they'd be there for me but god it's scary to think they could potentially hate me when they find out how shit my health has gotten

(this is why WCI is so important to me: I see so much of myself in Sanji that he was my least favourite character for ages and even now he's still low on my tierlist solely because he feels too alike to me.)

through everything though, one piece is the only thing which I cannot overthink myself into it not needing me as i may not be necessary as a viewer through the billions of people who also enjoy one piece but it doesn't matter what i am to one piece because

it's important to me

and that's really all that matters in the end.

one piece saved my life multiple times and it's cheesy and cliché but I really do not think I'd be here if I wasn't introduced to one piece.

that's why I'm so upset by the mere thought of one piece ending.

when it does end I will not have an excuse drilled into my brain to keep living anymore and that scares me so bad, my excuse to live won't be able to be "you haven't finished one piece yet so live." anymore

that's so so scary to even consider.

I still have bad days nowadays ofc but I now have a stable backing to fall into when I know it's getting bad but when one piece ceases to continue I'll have to face my bad days like before I got into one piece and thats not something I think I can handle, i can't handle change this big.

but hey

it's still a long while for one piece to end so

I'll wait it out til then.

as much as i am a pessimist I want to be able to die without regrets (haha one piece reference) and not finishing one piece will be such a big regret it's insane

so, what I'm trying to say is, wait it out with me guys :)) we must see through to Luffy becoming the pirate king!

and maybe by then we'll have more stable backings to fall into for support and more fingers to put down when counting what we have

and maybe by then we'll all be a bit older and a bit more wise too

only the future will tell.

(okay but side notes: if anyone actually bothered to read all of this, you're an absolute legend and I hope you find your own one piece one day as cringe as that is AHAHAHAHA, kudos to you reader! have a great day :>> )

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I am VERY close to posting the beginning of time is a vinyl record. god, it's been such a journey to get here. I'm like two (TWO!!) scenes away from finishing the first draft (of the first chapter.......) AND THEN I can finally start a day's worth of editing. shouldn't be that hard since I already edit as I go (I practically have the whole fic memorized now) and I already have my workskin ready so it's more of me doing a bunch of formatting to make it look like the way I want. there is a lot of html coding involved, but eh I already do that for a living so it doesn't really scare me lol.

now you might say, "streetlights, you've been writing this fic since february. it's december. why does it take you almost a year to write one single chapter of a multi-chapter fic?"

what a very valid question! other than the fact that I'm an exceptionally slow writer and don't pressure myself to an update schedule, this fic is just... oh man. once you start reading it, you'll understand why it took me forever to get even just the first chapter done. I've put soooooo much thought into this fic, like you have NO idea how much I've been thinking and researching for this fic for the past year. there's three levels of research here. there's the science part, the archiving part, and the travel part. also, I actually don't write chronologically so I have some scenes written for the next chapters, but they can't be posted yet obviously, so... yeah. it's not like I was only writing the first chapter.

anyway I'm just so happy that I can finally post it soon. I'm on leave now, but I have some real life errands to run still. but I'm aiming to get this done before this week ends, hopefully!

this will sound pretentious but I'm actually kinda nervous because I think this fic isn't the easiest to read, and idk if readers will have the patience for it lol. but I love it SO much and I'm just so so so happy to be close to finishing a part of it. and all that matters in the end is that I'm satisfied with it. of course, I would be extra happy if others will like it too, but I mostly write for myself and this fic is the most challenging fic I've attempted so I'm just so proud of myself for even trying in the first place. if I ever finish this in a way that completely satisfies me, it's honestly going to be my magnum opus as a fic writer. that's how much I love this fic okay. and I hope, for anyone who stumbles upon it, that it will be just as magical and wondrous an experience to read as it was for me to conceptualize and write it

#fic: time is a vinyl record #also i will celebrate the posting of this fic by finally writing my scarabedother ideas. i need to make them a reality for myself

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Hi! I hope you had a good week too! How are you? Oh that's awesome your Fall Out Boy concert was this week..I was just guessing. That's great, I think they put on a really good show from what I've seen. Wow lol..most shows I go to, I usually don't get home until 1AM at least and usually also eat after. It doesn't matter if it's a concert or musical either..basing it on the last ones I went to. I haven't been to a concert in so long and I used to go to a lot lol. But I'm definitely up way later than 11 most days..idk how anyone goes to bed that early omg! My last concert was eras and I hope I can have time to watch the movie next week. I finally watched Saltburn and Bottoms a bit ago but I thought they didn't really live up to the hype after hearing so much about them but I guess they were okay.

Yes I saw it and I'm really excited. I did not like this cover as much and I think I liked the Albatross one more but everyone loves this one. Based on the titles, I think it is one I'm more excited for and the Manuscript. It's really interesting how they all have the in the title and they seem very metaphorical I guess. I wonder if that's on purpose and there is a connection. This lyric old habits die screaming didn't interest me as much though. The title is most likely a metaphor for depression and what it meant in the old days. She also sang a Clean and Evermore mashup after announcing it which may be a hint if it is about that. I saw the mythology hell hound theory too so I guess we will see. I also like it for being the last bonus track and if it will feel like a closer to the album, similar to Evermore maybe. But it also could be about something totally different! What do you think? Which one or two are you most excited for? I loved that mashup so much but I see what you mean about others. It also means she will run out of more songs faster too lol.

Well you got most right! But my favorite is Love Story forever. It's actually hard to choose a fav from Fearless so I always go with that one and I just love it. Also Teardrops was my fav on debut for a long time even if it's a single. It was harder to say a least fav for debut..I think I would have said the Outside but I knew you liked it lol. The rest of my least favs are ones that I'm just overall meh on and have been for a long time, and the way I loved you fits thatand so does Never Grow Up. But I might like We Were Happy less than it still. It might have been confusing for Red cuz I didn't know if ATW10 was too easy so I put my other fav State of Grace and another least fav, since I mentioned not liking WANEGBT which is Babe. She apparently performed it tonight with a mashup of DBATC. I think that song is also just a little overrated and I liked it less over time I think especially compared to Cornelia Street. Actually my other least fav on Red I have always been meh on is the Moment I knew which is somehow an unpopular opinion. The Lakes could never be my least favorite, and I do like the tour version of Illicit Affairs more now, but I just think it doesn't have enough in the song. Question is fine but I would definitely cut it for any other song from 3AM. It's one of my least fav Taylor songs in a while..and just gives me flashbacks to being made fun of in high school when she sings making fun of you. There is something kinda mean spirited in the song that makes me dislike it and personal experience probably influenced that. Its also always kinda reminded me more of a Maisie song like Outdoor Pool, and it just doesn't work for Taylor. I honestly don't know why it would be someone's favorite, but don't feel bad for getting some wrong.

Anyway okay..my turn to guess! I hope I don't get any wrong. Fav..tied together with a smile, jump then fall, dear John, Sad Beautiful Tragic, new romantics, new years day, afterglow, mirrorball, right where you left me, and dear reader. I think these make sense and my own answers probably influenced the choices on ones I wasn't sure. It's always interesting how we all like and dislike different songs. It makes me more excited for the new album too. Happy March! The album isn't even that far away anymore. I'm going to listen to Ariana's tomorrow and Beyonce is soon after. Also twenty one pilots announced their new album and it's coming out almost exactly a month after Taylor on May 17th so it gives me something else to look forward to. I'm really trying to stay positive and hope it will be a good month. Have a nice rest of the week and weekend!

hi friend!! so sorry this is so so late :( i hope you've been having a good week! 🤍

i usually get home from hockey games at around 11ish which is pretty late for me anyways haha! i start my days very early, so i'm just used to at least ~ being in bed ~ by 11! not necessarily asleep, but i find that being cozy / in bed by then is good for me, especially when i have things to do the next day (which i almost always do). but i'm also just allergic to sleeping in (partially because of the dog, partially just because of who i am as a person) and am always out of bed before 7 at the very latest on weekends and before 6 on weekdays!

i don't think i'll be watching the movie for some time! especially since i've got vancouver at the end of the year. i think i'm just a little burnt out from eras tour (we can still talk about it! just that watching so many streams, etc. is getting to me). but also because i have a busy few weeks ahead! i never got around to watching saltburn (don't think it's my kind of movie) but am actually watching mean girls the musical tonight with a friend! so i'll let you know what i think of it next time we chit chat :)

i think i'm most excited for the manuscript too! i'm actually going to be out of town for the first two weeks of april, so this will be a nice treat to listen to when i'm back — i'll probably listen to it a lot while i'm camping out for record store day! oh i'm so glad i got most of them right! i love every song on debut really but have very strong memories of listening to the outside + tied together + invisible (as well as the singles) in the car, on my ipod, etc. i never thought of question in that way, but i do see how it could be! it really reminds me of normal people, which is why i love it, i think. but it's not in my top 5 midnights (3am included) by any means. andddd you were totally right for all of them! jump then fall was my ringtone for years — one of two ringtones i ever purchased haha.

happy march!!! i hope your march is going well! i listened to ariana's album, and some of it is like 🫢, i cannot believe she has the audacity to say some of this! her enunciation/diction has improved so much though. i love we can't be friends, haven't been able to stop listening to it. and i think bleachers is a grower-album for me, unfortunately it is not my favorite. but i love call me after midnight.

how's your march been treating you? anything you're looking forward to? 🤍 sending you lots of love!! xo

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School Stress

Sebastian Stan x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 878

Requested By: Anonymous

Hey could I request a one-shot with Stan!reader being stressed and burned out from school work/exams and Sebastian comforting her

A/N: I kinda sorta turned this into a bit of a vent fic (since I have finals and college things to worry about) but I hope you enjoy! Reader is about 17

Warnings: School stress, burnout (let me know if I miss any)

Finals week was coming up and it was kicking your butt. This week was always difficult but as a high school senior, it was more important than ever that you did well. These were the most important grades for your report card and if you failed these, your final grades wouldn’t be good. These were the grades that mattered for college and that’s what mattered to you.

Your dad always said he didn’t care too much about your grades. As long as you passed and weren’t struggling, he didn’t push straight A’s and B’s on you. That was all your own pressure on yourself. You weren’t an actor like him and you didn’t do anything else he could brag about to his co-workers except do well in school. You weren’t going to let him down now.

Not only were finals approaching, but so was the college application season. This added even more stress to your already stressful plate. After studying for your tests, you worked endlessly on making sure your applications were perfect. You made sure to pick schools your dad could be proud of also.

It was no secret to Sebastian what you were doing. He knew about your long nights studying and working on school things. He wanted you to be successful but he knew the way you kept going, you were just going to burn yourself out more than help yourself.

After the second week of your crazy, all night schedule, your dad had had enough. He didn’t like seeing you so stressed out and tired. You were coming home from school soon and he was ready to help you figure out what to do. He was about to let you continue on like this much longer.

He was on the couch when the door opened and closed. He heard you take your shoes off and set your keys down before making your way into the living room. You stopped when you saw your dad sitting on the couch, “Hi,” you said, unsure of what was going on.

“Hey,” he said, patting the spot on the couch next to him, “How was school?”

You shrugged, “Busy and stressful. Like always,” you said, sitting down next to him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just checking in on you. I can tell you’ve been super stressed out lately and I’m concerned Y/n. I don’t like seeing you like this,” he said softly.

“I know,” you said, matching his tone, “But I’m okay. It’s just finals and college stuff is making me anxious. I don’t want to fail and let you down.”

“Baby,” he said softly again, “Just because you might fail a test or two, doesn’t mean you’ll let me down. How many times have I said that I don’t worry too much about your grades? What matters is that you’re okay and taking care of yourself.”

“But school is important to me and I want to do good and I want to go to college and I want you to be proud of me for doing something,” you explained, “If this doesn't go to plan, I have nothing.”

“That’s not true printesa,” Sebastian said, reaching up and cupping your face in his hands, “You have me and your grandmother and all my friends who don’t care what you do. We can help you figure something out if this doesn’t go the way you want.”

You shook your head, making your dad drop his hands from your face, “I don’t have anything else dad. I don’t act, I don’t do music, I don’t write. I have nothing but school.”

“Oh come on. That’s not true,” Sebastian argued, “You’re an awesome baker and you’re a very good runner. There’s got to be something you can do with those two skills.”

You knew he was joking to try and get you to lighten up and it worked only a little. Just enough to make you smile a bit, “Maybe I could be the world’s first running baker and make a running baking empire. And all your famous acting buddies can sponsor me.”

“There you go!” Sebastian exclaimed, “Now you’re thinking! I’m sure Chris or Lizzie or even Mackie would one hundred percent sponsor that idea.”

Sebastian looked at you and saw you were relaxed a little bit more than at the start of your conversation, “But seriously Y/n, take a break from all the studying and college stuff. You’ve studied enough to pass your tests and I know you’re smart enough to pass them even without all that. And college applications aren’t due for another month. They can wait for a week or two. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded slowly, realizing he was right and you did need to take a breather, “I will,” you said, “And I’ll give you my study stuff so you know I won’t be looking at it,” you started to reach into your bag but your dad stopped you.

“I trust you enough,” he said, “And I didn’t say you couldn’t study. I just want you to take a break and do something else. Like bake cookies with me? I know that always makes you feel better.”

“That sounds better than studying for a chem test,” you said, “A whole lot better.”

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